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“I promise.”

“Good girl.”

He shifts his weight off mine. I curl up into a ball and throw the covers over my head, like that would make any difference if he decided to change his mind. I don’t move until he’s out the door. Once he leaves, I hurry to the door with my phone and fling it open, but he moved away too quickly and there’s no sign of my attacker in the hallway.

Leaving my shoes behind in the bedroom, but remembering my phone, I sprint down to the main rooms of the party, disheveled and out of breath.

I need to find my friends.

Chapter Five

Thomas

She doesn’t know. I disguised my voice to sound less posh, and I’m nearly certain she doesn’t know it was me. Fuck. Fucking hell, Thomas.

What the fuck did I just do? Why the fuck did I just do that? See, there’s a reason I need to stay away from women. I should talk to Sylvia. She would know the right thing to say. The right thing to do. I can’t tell her who I hurt, but I can tell her that I fucked up again. She’ll know what to do. Luckily, I sneak away before she can see me, another stupid risk. If I got caught and dad found out… Dealing with my father would be worse than dealing with any legal consequences, honestly.

When I get downstairs, I try to look normal. I fix my trousers and my shirt. And then I see Sylvia… talking to Jude. Has she bloody lost it? Jude says something to her and she giggles appreciatively, twirling hair around her fingers and giving him doe eyes. I have a sister, I know women. She’s flirting with him. That’s a bloody mistake. I cross the room quickly and tap Jude on the shoulder.

“Mate, what are you doing?”

Smug. Just like a fucking Fox.

“I’m talking. What does it look like?”

I hate the look on Jude Fox’s face. He is such a cunt and considering he just slept with Sylvia’s best friend, he has no business trying to get into her pants tonight. And Sylvia has no business falling for this. I don’t want to put Clover’s business out there, but Sylvia doesn’t need to get caught up with a player. She’s too pure.

“Hi Thomas,” Sylvia chimes in. She isn’t exactly shy. “We’re still not talking and I’m having a conversation with Jude. So you can run along now.”

“Do you know who you’re having a conversation with?”

“Jude Fox,” Sylvia says. I hate when she takes the piss like this. Fine. If she won’t listen, I’ll address the man directly.

“You hurt Sylvia’s sister. Have some respect.”

“I planned on being very respectful,” Jude says, his gaze never leaving Sylvia.

Sylvia turns her anger on me.

“Thomas, you’re being rude. As usual.”

“It’s okay, Sylvia,” Jude says. “I’ll leave. Maybe he’s hoping to get his cock wet. He deserves a fair shot.”

His response clearly shocks her, but before Sylvia can respond, Jude disappears. Sylvia puts her hands on her hips and then changes her mind about one of her hands and she slaps me.

“Thomas, what is wrong with you?!”

“Lots.”

“We were just talking. I don’t need you freaking out and getting all protective.”

“You’re like a sister to me.”

Sylvia balks, scowling at me. Great. I’m always in trouble with her.

“Oh really? Is that why you bullied me and my friends?”

“I bully my biological sister.”