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It’s why I’m wearing Levi King’s jersey at tonight’s game. Chloe is wearing Ronan Astor’s because she’s always after the hottest piece around.
I am, too.
Just differently.
Since that night when Levi’s family holiday mansion went up in flames, he’s been getting suspiciously close to my plain stepsister.
Sometimes I wonder what she has that I don’t. What makes the hottest, richest boy in school and Daniel so wrapped around her tiny finger?
She’s a bit tomboyish, weird, and entirely unsophisticated. She doesn’t even like her own father’s lifestyle.
That hasn’t stopped Levi from following her around like he wants to strangle and fuck her at the same time.
And while I don’t care about that, Daniel is getting in the middle of it.
I heard him when he was watching stupid Vikings—her favorite show—with her in our pool house. The same pool house in which he spoke to me, touched me, and held me for the first time since that peaches incident.
He told her she shouldn’t get involved with Levi and that he would satisfy her sexual needs instead.
That was exactly three months and two weeks after he fucked me so senseless that I couldn’t walk properly for a few days.
It doesn’t matter what I let him do to me. Given the chance, he’d go to his precious Astrid.
But she’s into Levi.
Which is how my plan comes into play.
After the game, the football team throws a party at Ronan’s house.
Chloe and I tag along, then break up at the entrance. Since Ronan’s father is an earl, he has the mansion that goes with the title.
When I first came here for a collector exhibition thrown by his mother, I was struck by how much the place seems out of a fairy tale with its high-end furniture and prim and proper servants.
However, since his parents often travel outside the country, Ronan has sort of turned this into a brothel/club/casino.
The number of ignorant fools walking past precious paintings and spilling alcohol over premium carpets is insulting.
Still, I ignore the chaos and any attempts anyone makes to talk to me.
I’m on a mission.
So I walk straight to it.
To a private room where Levi and a few team members have retreated.
The stench of cigarettes, weed, and alcohol wafts in the air like the stench of death.
But I keep my head high as I slide to Levi’s side. He blows a cloud of smoke in my direction but looks at me as if I’m the dust on his shoes.
He’s looking at me at least, so that’s a good sign.
“On your knees,” he announces out of nowhere and I want to smack that rich-boy smugness off his face.
“I’m not a whore,” I bite out.
“On your knees or get the fuck out of here.”
My eyes trail off to the door.Papa, if you can send a sign, then please do that now.
