AllFreeNovel
Share Us
CHAPTER25
Evie
“This one, I think,” I tell Kat, pointing out the window of her Lamborghini. She aims for the sidewalk, revving the engine loudly a few times as she ducks her head to look up at the apartment block beside us. I’ve realized she doesn’t even know she’s doing it sometimes—I guess she’s just genetically inclined to draw attention.
“Looks nice,” she says.
“Don’t be condescending.”
“What? Not everyone can live in a mansion on a seventy-acre piece of land. We’d run out of earth.”
I roll my eyes when she turns to look at me. “Thanks for the lift.”
“Thanks for the company.” She barks out a laugh as she puts the Lambo into park. “Sometimes when I’m driving out there on Bug Ash Pass, it’s tempting to take a sharp right.”
I blink at her. “Like… off the cliff?”
She laughs again, squeezing my thigh through my jeans. “I’m joking, Evie. Holy shit, you should see your face.”
“That’s not funny.”
Kat raises her hands in mock surrender. “I’ll be around for a few hours. Call me if you want a lift back to campus.”
I give her a thumbs up as I carefully climb out the car. This was possibly the longest drive of my life, sitting on an ass that’s bruised purple and yellow from the belting Owen gave me last night. Thankfully, Kat bought my story that I tweaked my back doing laundry. I know in my heart I’llneverbe brave enough to admit to anyone what really happened in Owen’s room.
I felt bad about leaving him like that though, but once I’d closed his door behind me, I couldn’t muster up enough courage to sneak back inside.
It’s better this way.
I made a promise to my dad when we left the city… and I’ve already broken it. What happened last night was fun, but it’ll never happen again. Not just because of the promise, but because I have no idea how far Owen will push things the next time.
No, Evie. There won’t be a next time, remember?
I grab my backpack from the footwell, wincing when the skirt of my pale blue sundress brushes my ass. Even through my underwear, that faint sensation sends sparks through my flesh. When I tug at my bag, it doesn’t budge.
Great.
It’s stuck on something. Probably the tequila bottle Kat was sipping on before she tossed it behind my seat.
“Need a hand?” Kat asks, leaning to the side. When she sees it’s my backpack I’m trying to get out, she recoils with a grimace. “Ugh. That thing…”
I put out my finger like I’m scolding a dog for peeing on the carpet. “Enough about my bag.” I give it a hard yank. I can feelsome of the stitching give way, but at least it finally comes free.
“I’ll make sure they bury you with it,” Kat says, and I don’t doubt for a minute that she’s telling the truth.
I haven’t had time to get something else, and I didn’t dare leave anything important in my room. As far as I know, Kat doesn’t have a key to her door, so it’s pointless that I lock mine.
It’s hilarious that I onlynowrealize what a pointless gesture that room key was. Owen must think I’m a fucking idiot… and based on the facts, I’m not really inclined to argue.
“If it ain’t broken…”
“Oh, honey,” Kat says, “that thing’s beyond repair.”
I grimace when she drives off with a squeal, leaving behind a wisp of blue-white smoke and the stink of burned rubber.
What the hell were her parents thinking, buying her that car?
I shove the thought out of my head. Dad’s new apartment is close to the center of town, but it’s on a gorgeous street lined with big oak trees.
