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Zander’s writing is like a preschooler’s, and Ares’ handwriting is so fucking elegant, you’d think he was born in the days when calligraphy was invented.
Meaning this is from someone else.
I stare at the bunny stamp again, wondering if this was Iva’s doing, but it doesn’t make sense.
She doesn’t even know I play hockey, does she?
Even if she did, there would be no way for her to access the male locker room or know which locker is mine.
“Fuck,” I curse, unable to figure out who this could be. With annoyance, I scrunch the sticky note in my grasp, leaving my fist to tremble in place.
“Whoever the fuck you are, you better count your days,” I seethe under my breath before licking my lips, tinting them with my blood.
“Learn how to run, for when I figure out who the fuck you are, you won’t know how to fucking hide!”
I make that promise to myself.
If only I knew what was truly ahead of me.
25
REJECT WHAT’S WRITTEN IN INK
~ARES~
“If we get pulled over, we’re fucked.”
The way Verena says those words with a bite of nervousness makes me chuckle far too long, but the sound of laughter is loud and clear in the luxurious yet small space of my Ferrari.
I’m thankful Zander came along, or I wouldn’t be blessed with this position.
“That’s nervous excitement,” Zander reasons as he proceeds to signal so we can get off the freeway. “No one is gonna pull us over with me driving.”
“You drive like a NASCAR racer!” Verena argues. “I’m beginning to think Domino’s the better driver.”
Zander laughs at that.
“From his expression when we left, I don’t think he’s gonna wanna drive us for leaving his ass behind.”
I try not to react further to how Verena is sitting in my lap, seatbelt across both of us in this tiny little seat. I’ve been horny since I watched her hit every fucking target on that fast field, butnow that she’s here, in my personal space, smelling so fucking good, I’m losing the battle to be “good.”
My fingers want to explore.
“Well, that’s not our fault,” she grumbles. “He just stood there the entire time when that cunt ass bitch and her male disciples were bullying you! Like, what’s the deal?”
Listening to her get upset only amuses me. It’s intriguing how she’s only known us for a few short weeks, yet she’s so invested in us. I’ve dated plenty of women in the past, but we never got far in learning about one another. I knew they either wanted to fuck or to benefit from my empire’s generous bank account.
None of them really cared about me. Let alone defended me and the two friends I deemed as brothers.
Gemini Ivanka Prescott is surprising us with every day that passes.
I bet Domino doesn’t like it one bit.
“Domino is tricky to understand,” I quietly defend while I gather bits of her hair. She shivers when my fingers lightly brush the side of her neck. She wiggles in her spot, leaving me no choice but to still her with my free hand, gripping her upper left thigh. “Stop wiggling, Verena.”
“Wh-Why?” she stutters and huffs. “Sitting on your lap is uncomfortable.”
“You’re only saying that because you’re loving every bit of this,” I counter right back, knowing she won’t try to argue with me. She grumbles something inaudible, but she’s back to her previous rant.
