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Day one as Camden's toy is over. I've lived a lifetime in the last twenty-four hours. Can I survive months of this?
ChapterFifty-One
I wake with my ribs on fire. Sitting up with a groan, I'm confused to open my eyes to a breakfast tray handed to me.
The wooden board is set up like a magazine shoot prop, with a perfect croissant, a small bowl of fruit, and orange juice in a tall, fancy glass that doesn't belong in student housing.
Skylar shoots me the biggest grin. "He said you'd feel like shittycake when you wake up. You like fruit, right?"
I blink up at her in surprise. "Camden put you up to this?"
"Mmhmm." She nods cheerfully. "He turned up with croissants two hours ago and gave me a hundred bucks to serve you breakfast and make sure you take your meds. Easiest job ever. Whereareyour meds, by the way?"
I gesture to my purse, hanging off the back of my desk's elegantly curved chair. I think it's a Herman Miller. I've seen them in YouTube videos when I used to check out hacker how-tos, but I haven't even gone as far as to look at their prices.
I was distracted yesterday, but this room is unbelievable. A huge flat screen, top-of-the-line furniture, two fridges, full-length freestanding ornate mirrors…
"Are all the dorm rooms this cool here?"
Skylar laughs. "Erm, hell no. We're Heritage babies." She winks at me like I'm supposed to know what she's talking about.
Coffee. I need coffee. Why isn't there coffee on the tray? I see a fancy machine in our kitchenette.
"Like, the fancy club in town?" I know Camden's part of it, of course. He wears a ring with a bigHto remind us poor mortals. It just doesn't have much to do with me.
"Yes…" She's tentative. "And I can tell you know nothing about it, so you'll have to ask your man. Let's just say members, or prospective members such as myself, get preferential treatment at Rothford. The university was founded by a club member, after all."
So, Camden extended his influence to give me a better room. It's rather sweet. Again, that word, in conjunction with Camden, feels weird, but no less accurate.
I bite into the buttery croissant and moan. It tastes freshly made. In fact, the one time I've eaten pastry as good as this was that night in June when Camden insisted on feeding me.
After digging in my bag, the brunette hands me the bottle of painkillers. "Thanks, Skylar."
"Don't even sweat it. I broke my ankle two years ago; I know what it's like to wake up and feel like moving might just kill you. Any issue, you holler. No need for that hot boy to even bribe me."
I smile, unaccustomedto this level of affability from women like her.
Skylar is perfectly tanned, wears individual lash extensions, a discreet French manicure, and expensive labels from her Dolce Gabbana headband to her Gucci shoes. If she was from Thorn Falls—and I doubt she is, as I haven't seen her before—she'd definitely be a riverside girl. They usually ignore me.
Though to be fair, my nails are manicured, and I wore a priceless jewel last night. I'm not familiar with the brand of the red kitten heels I’m wearing, but they embraced my feet like a second skin, as comfortable as slippers. They must have cost a fortune. The clothes in my wardrobe are all soft and well tailored. Maybe she took me for one of them.
I finish my breakfast and check my phone.
I'm a popular girl this morning.
Willow: If you don't call me, I'm catching a plane.
Camden: Let me know when you get up.
Pauline: How's the dorm?
Toni: Your boyfriend's father lives next door. He swims in the morning. Holy abs!
I reply to everyone, starting with my sister.
Me: Call when you're up.
I might be a morning person, but Willow isn't when she doesn't have to be, so there's no telling whether she's awake since it’s Saturday, even though she's three hours ahead.
