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I’m about to combust from how embarrassed I am over being caught watching them. I step back to make an escape but bump into the wall.
The girl scurries out of sight behind him. “Felix, who is that?”
“She’s no one.” Those three words. He loves referring to me that way. Even in this moment they hurt. “You’ve been standing there the whole time? Mommy and Daddy have a right to know their precious little girl got off on watching me having sex, don’t you think?”
I open my mouth to defend myself, to tell him not to speak a word of this to my parents and that I most certainly did notget offon watching him. But he brings up a valid question I can’t figure out for myself.
WhyamI still standing here?
I should have run off the second I walked in on Felix with his dick in this girl. But I stayed. I watched the whole thing. I’msoakedand aching, in need of an orgasm after this display, and that’s sick.
“It’s a shame you interrupted us before I finished,” Felix says. “I’m sure you would have loved the sight of me coming.”
His words detonate something savage in me, amplifying the jealousy, rage, and humiliation I already feel. All of it twists into one violent, reckless urge. Before I register what I’m doing, my arm snaps back and I hurl the dagger at Felix, wanting to hurt him the way he’s hurt me.
The second the blade is in the air, I know I’ve fucked up and let my darkest urges control me.
My aim is terrible and the dagger misses Felix but sinks into the girl’s arm with a sickening thud.
She screams, jerking backward. Blood is already trickling down her arm.
I clap a hand to my mouth, horrified by myself. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.
I just?—
I lost control.
Meanwhile, Felix doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t check on the girl or ask what the hell is wrong with me.
He just stares at me, not with anger or shock, but fascination.
Then he fucking smirks, like my meltdown is the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
I should help the girl, but I’m speechless over my behavior. All I can do is turn on my heels and run for the elevator, needing to escape the Blackwood penthouse instantly.
CHAPTER FIVE
FELIX
Considering the amount of shit I get up to, I’m surprised it’s taken the school this long to expel me. I laugh to myself, watching my red poker chip flip back and forth across my knuckles—a recent souvenir from one of the wildest nights of my life at a speakeasy with Tyler. Knowing my father, he’ll throw money at the school, and I’ll be re-enrolled by the morning. I can still graduate and my trust fund will be sitting pretty, waiting for me.
I’ll be shocked if Dad genuinely cares about the trouble I’ve gotten myself in. All he wants is for me to complete my education. As long as my name stays out of the media and there’s no public mess for him to clean up, he’ll be racing off to a hotel room to deal with the important issues—undressing a model the same age as me.
“Nice trick with the poker chip.”
I look up from my seat outside the office in Harper’s apartment, finding her mom smiling at me. Clara is pretty, just like her daughter, slender and with the same long, red hair. Though she’s wearing a Chanel dress, her hands are stained with paint. I suppose the school interrupted theclever artist at work, calling her when they couldn’t get in contact with my father. Clara took me straight back here to her place. We’re waiting for my dad to show up. And now, instead of being furious at me for getting expelled, Clara is smiling.
The woman hasn’t smiled at me in years. On the rare chance that I do interact with Clara, she’s always urging me to make better life choices and to choose my friends more wisely. She says she’d like to spend more time with me but that I first need to clean up my act.
If she thinks the two of us spending quality time together is an incentive for me to live by her standards, her tactics are flawed. One of my goals in life is to never see this woman again.
“Will you teach me how to flip a poker chip like that?”
My gaze narrows on Harper’s mother and whatever the fuck this new friendly side of her is. She’s trying to play the cool mom, I suppose.
I can play games too. “Clara, are you hitting on me? Because if you are, I’m into it. I know we’ve got pent-up sexual tension.”
She scoffs and heads into her husband’s office, telling me to stay in my seat. I swear there’s a hint of laughter.
