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The stream goes on and on.

Ace: I’m sorry, baby. Everything is fine. Busy day. I’m just heading to work. Can I see you later?

Remi: No. I’m mad at you.

Ace: I love you too. Leave your window open.

As I walk toward the pool house after work, the last thing I want to do is put my plan into action, but I’ve set the wheels in motion now. I need to see it through. If it turns out the way I hope, then it will be so worth it. Just the look on her face will be everything, and the exact justice Remi deserves for all the bullshit she’s had to endure because of her bitch of a stepsister over the years.

It shocks the hell out of me that once upon a time they were best friends. Remi might look hot as fuck in a cheer uniform, but I can’t imagine her following Michaela around like a lost little puppy like the rest of the squad do. She’s just not got it in her.

As I walk up to the door, I shoot her a message.

Ace: My pool house. Twenty minutes. You know what to wear.

It only takes me a few minutes to set everything up—thank fuck, because the bitch is early.

Double checking that I’ve covered my tracks, I walk to the door to let her in. As instructed, Michaela is in her uniform, and I highly suspect that she’s bare beneath, just like she promised.

“Hey,” I say. “You want a drink?”

“Um… sure.”

I knock the top off two beers and pass one over. I don’t want to get drunk. I need to be fully aware of everything that happens in here in the next hour, but I’m not against taking the edge off. It might help me forget after the event.

I keep my eyes trained on her body. “You’re looking good tonight, Michaela.”

“Yeah?” she asks, sauntering over to me. “You always look good. I can’t get enough of the ink. Show me more.” Her eyes burn into my shirt as if it’s going to evaporate at her wish.

“How about we take this into the bedroom. Relax. Get to know each other a little better.” Any girl with an ounce of self-respect would say no right now, but as I expected, that’s not the kind of girl I’m dealing with.

“Sure, that sounds perfect.”

I left my bed covered in clothes, so her only real option is to sit in the chair. And, exactly as I hoped, she goes for it.

“So?” she asks, nodding at my shirt.

“Oh yeah. Whoops, I forgot.” Reaching back, I pull it over my head and add it to the pile on the bed.

“Wow, you are fine.” If I care what this bitch thought about my body, it might stroke my ego, but in reality, it does nothing. She’s not even in touching distance, yet my skin is crawling with disgust.

“You got what you wanted. Now it’s time for me to have some fun.” I take a step forward and she rubs her thighs together. “You wet for me, Michaela?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good, because we’re going to have so much fun. I guarantee that you’re going to remember this night for the rest of your life.”

“Big promises there, Ace.”

“Oh, Michaela. I always deliver on my promises. Always.”

As I get closer, hunger explodes within me. But it’s very different to the kind she’s feeling right now.

I’m fucking ravenous, and she’s about to give me exactly what I need.

Revenge.

Chapter Twenty-Three

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