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I’m their villain.
Levi shoves me away, telling me to go swallow someplace else.
He doesn’t see my middle finger as he storms out of the room.
I stand to my full height with barely conjured grace and flip my hair. I can sense eyes on me, snickers from the rest of the players, but I don’t let them get to me.
It doesn’t matter what type of reputation I’ll gain from this, especially since I used to reject boys faster than an audition.
The deed is done and I’m officially following the devil on my shoulder.
As for the angel, that one is strapped to a peach. I can’t touch or listen to him unless I’m in the mood to die.
I feel high by the time I get out of the room. No, not high.
Miserable.
They touch the same emotions inside me. The emotions where I want to dive into a pool and drown or maybe eat a peach and die by the one thing that I love one-sidedly.
So I sneak into Ronan’s kitchen. A stuffy middle-aged butler slides in front of me like Dracula in an inhabitable palace. “How may I help you, miss?
I adopt my very polite, very good-girl tone. “Do you have peaches?”
If the request baffles him, his expression doesn’t change as he echoes, “Peaches?”
“Yes, the fruit.”
“One moment, miss.”
He disappears into another door and I stand there like anAlice in Wonderlandcharacter, trying to ignore all the crazy that’s going on at the party around me.
Did that guy just hug a pillar?
“If you’re in the mood to swallow, all you have to do is ask, sweets.”
I shudder, but it’s the bad kind. Thecreepykind.
Chris needs to seriously stop sliding up from behind me out of nowhere. He grins at me, and I subconsciously step back.
His eyes are bloodshot red as if his blood vessels murdered each other in an epic battle.
“Heard you wanted to swallow for Captain?”
“No, I didn’t.” I wouldn’t have finished the blowjob even if my life depended on it. I only wanted the rumors and to get either Daniel or Astrid so they could have a front-row seat.
“No need to be shy about it.” Chris reaches for me. “I can satisfy you.”
“Eww, gross.” I slap his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
His face hardens and before he can come near me, the butler returns with a whole bowl of peaches and hands it to me.
“This is…a lot,” I say.
“In case you need them,” he says, all serious.
I smile, then take my peaches and sneak to a small gazebo at the back of the garden, overlooking a fountain.
It has a devil and an angel.
