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It. Is. All. His. Fault.
As I walk back into the pool house, the anger swirls in my stomach as if it happened only moments ago.
I don’t want to be back here. I want to stay in the Heights and drink and smoke myself into oblivion, but I’ve got a plan to see through to the end.
James thinks he’s winning right now. But it’s time to pull out the Ace card and send him tumbling to his fucking knees.
I make quick work of tidying the place up so it looks like I’ve made an effort. I even put a few fucking candles around the bedroom in an attempt to make it all romantic and shit. Shaking my head at myself, I cuss under my breath. I’ve never made this much effort for a girl before. Ever.
I usually give them what they need and send them on their way. But Remi is different. She needs more of a gentle touch. And after all, it is her fucking birthday.
Pulling the cake from the bag it was dropped into when I left the store, I push a couple of candles in the top. It’s not exactly a brand new car or a free ride to the college of her choice, but it’s the best I can do.
Her real present will be here tomorrow.
Conner let slip that Sarah has planned a surprise party for her here tomorrow night. Somehow she’s invited our entire fucking class without Remi finding out. Although, I’m not sure why I’m surprised, it’s not like she actually talks to any of the kids at school. Sarah’s about as oblivious to her daughter’s life as James is to what I know. At least she means well; James is just a manipulative cunt.
I shower and dress. I told Remi to meet me here after the game, knowing that everyone will be heading for the first after party at Bexley’s. Part of me wants to turn up to that thing just so I can ruin it before his eyes, but I’ve got my sights set on Remi tonight.
She boldly told me what she wanted for her birthday, and fuck me, am I going to deliver.
My cock stirs at just the thought of what tonight is going to hold. It almost makes coming back here worth it.
I slip out of the pool house ten minutes before the game is going to start. I have zero interest in football or the Seahawks, but there’s no fucking way I’m missing Cole’s first game. I might keep myself hidden in the shadows where no one else can see me, but I’ll be there, and I know he’ll know too. It’s no easy task keeping my focus on the game, though, not with the anger that’s eating me from the inside out as I stand in the darkest spot I can find.
Only a few people see me, but no one dares talk to me.
No doubt the rumors of what happened in that godforsaken restaurant is hot gossip around here. After all, no one behaves like that in a place where dinner costs more than a half-decent car in the Heights.
I shake my head. These fucking idiots don’t have a clue what real life is like.
It’s not very often I feel anything but anger, frustration, or disappointment, but as I jump on my bike to head back to the pool house to wait for Remi to appear, I swear a little excitement races through me.
It’s just because I’m going to finally have her, I tell myself. But I fear it’s more than that. And it’s that little bit of fear that has me questioning everything I’ve spent the last couple of days planning.
Remi is the main player in this game she’s unknowingly involved in, but equally she’s my biggest weakness. With one wrong—or maybe right—move, she could put an end to all of this. I have no doubt she could hold that much power over me if she really put her mind to it.
But I need to resist.
I need to fight her large doe eyes that see more in me that anyone else ever has. I need to resist her kind and encouraging words, and I need to resist her lies that she doesn’t want James’ car or money, because who in their right fucking mind would turn something like that down?
Someone who isn’t like the people of your past.
I push that little voice down and lock the door behind it. Now is not the time for doubts. Now is the time to see this motherfucker through to the final play.
As if on cue, the click of her heels on the path leading to the pool house ring out, and in only seconds she pulls the door open and steps inside.
I’m in the bedroom waiting for her. I’m too fucking impatient to wait any longer than necessary.
“Ace?” she calls, her voice quiet and unsure.
“Bedroom.”
Her footsteps draw nearer, and I swear to fucking god I’m nervous for those few seconds. But all the nerves, excitement, and uncertainty fall from my head. “Fucking hell, Princess.” My chin drops and my eyes widen at the sight of her.
I know I said to dress sexy, but fuck me sideways, I was not expecting this.
She stands before me with her hair in pigtails, her natural curl twisting the ends, wearing a blue and white Seahawks cheer uniform.
