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I hold my backpack on my lap as a shield. “Just drive the fucking car. The sooner I can get out of this thing, the better.”
I can’t resist smiling when he releases a deep belly laugh.
Kingston revs the engine. “Hold on, sweetheart.”
I’m glued to my seat as soon as Kingston starts driving, navigating the hills and curves in the road like a pro. I never dreamed I’d be sitting in a fine piece of machinery like this. The interior is matte black as well—save for the chrome center console—with subtle orange trim. I was never into flashy cars, but sitting in this one, feeling the power behind it, I can certainly see the appeal. I squeeze my thighs together as the throaty rumble of the engine causes my seat to vibrate. Thank God I’m wearing my school blazer because I’m pretty sure my nipples are hard right now. Fuck, this thing is sex on wheels.
Kingston gives me a knowing grin when I bite my lip to stifle a moan. “You doing okay over there, princess? You look flushed.”
I roll my eyes as the car hugs the pavement around another tight corner. “Fuck off, Davenport. Just because I happen to like the car doesn’t mean the driver is nearly as appealing.”
His cocky smirk tells me he knows that’s total bullshit. “You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”
I stare straight ahead, tuning him out for the remainder of the short drive. I sigh in relief as we pull through the gates of Windsor Academy, knowing I’ll be out of this sexy as fuck car that smells even sexier because Kingston’s cologne permeates the air. My reprieve is short-lived though as I notice all eyes on us as we slowly make our way to a parking spot. I sink lower in my seat, wanting to crawl into a hole and hide. Why didn’t I think of this earlier? I should’ve had him drop me off right outside of the school grounds.
I groan.
Kingston pulls the car to a stop and glances my way. “Something wrong?”
“This is not going to go well.”
“Relax, Jazz. I just gave you a ride. No big deal.”
“Easy for you to say.” I cringe when I see Peyton approaching the car. “I can guarantee Peyton will think it’s a very big deal.”
He scoffs. “Peyton can go fuck herself.”
I shake my head as I open the door. “Might as well get this over with.”
The moment I step out of the car, shocked gasps and chatter spreads throughout the parking lot.
“What the hell is this?” Peyton shrieks.
“Calm your tits, Peyton,” Kingston growls.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screams. “Don’t tell me to calm down when I see that skank step out of your car!”
Kingston hits a button on his key fob, locking the vehicle. He takes a page from Reed’s book and stands there looking bored out of his mind. “Don’t act like you own me, Peyton. You are nothing to me. We are nothing.”
Cue even more gasps and chatter.
The crowd’s attention has now fully shifted to them, so I take the opportunity to escape while I can. My eyes are trained on the pavement as I head toward the main building where my first class is held. Just as I think I’ll actually make it unscathed, Kingston shouts my name.
I freeze and look over my shoulder. “What?”
The asshole actually winks. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
Aaaaaannd now everyone’s attention is back on me. I hear the fucker laugh as I flip him off on my way into the building.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
KINGSTON
This new plan of mine is going even better than I thought. After what happened last night, I decided I need to keep a close eye on Jasmine to ensure she doesn’t go snooping around. The only feasible way I can see myself doing that is to switch gears and use this crazy chemistry we have as leverage. I can tell
she’s too smart to rely solely on that, so I need to bring her in a little, allow her to see a side of me that very few people get. If I can get her to actually like me, I think she’ll be a lot easier to control. And if I can convince her to fuck me in the process, even better.
First, I had to deal with the Peyton situation, which she made nice and easy by flipping her shit in front of half the student body. By the end of first period, word will spread to the other half. I knew Jazz would never fully be on board if Peyton and I were still together, even if it was strictly for appearances. Now, not only will the entire student body know Peyton and I broke up, rumors will fly about me and Jasmine. People will speculate as to whether or not their supposed king has taken an interest in the new girl.
