Page 44 of Ruthless Chaos
ALEXANDER
“Please, Alexipoo?”Cassidy says in a hushed whisper, her voice pitched like she’s trying to scold me.
Everything she says grates on my nerves.
It takes all my self-control not to pick her up and throw her out.
We’ve been locked in a pointless, circular conversation for a few minutes now. If I had known she was waiting in the gardens to accost me, I would have gone out back.
Today, she’s dressed more whorishly than usual, in a tube top dress that looks a size too small. Her hair is in an updo, and she’s wearing the same perfume she wore the night we fucked all those years ago—I remember because I fucking hate it.
“I’ve already had breakfast,” I sigh, kneading my temple. “Leave me alone.”
I take a step past her, but she’s on my heels.
She grabs my arm and plants her feet, hoping to stop me. It’s a laughable attempt. I jerk my hand free, and she nearly topples over.
I continue walking towards the wrought iron gates.
“It’s our tradition,” she says, stomping after me. “We always have breakfast together before our first classes of the semester.”
I don’t dignify her delusion with a response.
I would never subject myself to the torture of sharing a meal with her. She must be putting on a show for the Kingmakers in earshot.
Eventually, she’ll have to leave me alone. Hemlock House has stringent academic requirements for their leaders, so she’ll have to leave to go to her class soon.
“Are you treating me like this because of Allie?”
That slows my steps.
When I turn to face Cassidy, she’s wearing a smug smile, her arms folded across her chest. I’m about to ask her who told her about that, then I remember she saw us that night by the lake.
So, she doesn’t know.
Only the Kingmakers know that I’ve claimed her as mine.
I intend for it to stay that way.
“No, I’m treating you this way because you’re fucking annoying,” I snap, letting the words rip from me with all the bitterness I’ve held back since this conversation started. “You and I are never going to happen, Cassidy.”
My harshness doesn’t affect her as I expected.
I think she thrives on seeing me angry. Cassidy’s head is as thick as a slab of concrete. She’s fucking lucky I don’t hurt women—outside of the bedroom, of course—else I would have shown her a long time ago how much I dislike her.
“Her body is disgusting, but I passed her. I never thought you had a thing for mongrels,” she says. My body tenses. “I’m going to make sure she regrets ever touching you.”
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that Cassidy’s racist, since she comes from a family of royal inbreds. It still pisses me off, though.How fucking dare she talk about Allie that way?An unfamiliar sensation fills my chest, and I’m about to shout at her when she says, “Oh, speak of the devil.”
I follow her line of sight.
Allie is walking past Kingmaker House. Just the sight of her gets me hard.
She looks even better in the daytime. My eyes linger on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her ass and those amazing legs. The early morning sun makes her bronze skin glimmer and picks up the highlights in her hair. The color is new—and to be honest, I preferred her natural hair color—but it doesn’t detract from her beauty.
Does she still smell like vanilla, or does she wear a different perfume in the daytime?
I start to think of the feel of her skin against my lips but catch myself before my mind takes it any further. My pants are getting tighter by the second.
