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“Why am I not surprised.” Remi rolls her eyes.
“That Michaela’s hot, though,” I tease. “I might let her wandering hands go a little farther next time.”
Her face goes bright red in the blink of an eye. “She’s a slut.”
“Oh, I’m fully aware of that, Princess. What I don’t know is what her beef with you is.”
“She stole my life,” she mutters, avoiding my gaze.
“How so?”
She blows out a long breath and is silent for so long that I don’t think she’s going to open up. “She’s… my stepsister.”
“Oh?”
“My dad hooked up with her mom. They’ve got the perfect life while Mom and I got left behind. You still want to fuck her?”
“I never said I wanted to fuck her.”
“Silly me, you just want her to feel you up.”
The thought of her even touching me turns my stomach, but I don’t allow Remi to see that.
I’ve got a game plan here, and anyone I can use to get me the result I need, I will—whether that be Remi, her best friend, or her worst enemy.
I will find out the truth about my life.
Chapter Twelve
Remi
I’m grinning ear to ear when we leave the pizza place. Ace is intimidating as hell, but feed him pizza and beer and he’s actually a pretty fun date.
Not that that’s what this was. I doubt Ace is the kind of guy who dates. But still, it was nice. And he picked up the check, which was a bonus, although after our little trip around his old neighborhood, I really don’t want to think about what he does to make money.
We almost reach his bike when my cell vibrates. “Oh, shit,” I say, scanning the message from my mom.
“Problem?” Ace asks.
“We’ve been busted.” I show him my mom’s demand for us to return to the house at once.
“I’d better get the princess home, then.” He stares down at me, the air growing thick around us.
“What?” I grow self-conscious under his intense scrutiny.
“I want to kiss you so fucking bad right now.”
“But?” I swallow, heat flashing through me. Ace just ate a huge pizza and he still looks ravenous.
A knowing smirk tugs at his m
outh. “It wouldn’t be a good idea, not here. Come on.” He motions toward his bike.
I try to ignore the dejection pulsing through me, but it’s right there, coiled around my heart.
Ace tries to help with my helmet, but I snatch it off him. “I can do it myself.”
“Whoa, what’s gotten into you?”
