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“I thought you were driving?” I ask Bex, who’s seated in the back seat of the large pickup.
“That was the plan—but Damian and Marius decided to join us.” She grins. “His car’s so much more comfortable than my coupe.”
I glance inside the vehicle. I recognize the guy seated at her side, I just wasn’t certain of his name until now. Dark-haired, tanned, and gorgeous, Damian is one of Marius’s friends, which in itself should be a red flag. And Violet took her place next to them, leaving me no choice: if I am to join them, I need to sit in the front, with Marius.
“Come on up,” Bex calls. “Nona prepared brunch—we don’t want to be late.”
I hesitate, weighing my options. Refusing to come along would be point-blank rude, but at the same time, I feel trapped.
Behind the wheel, the asshole smirks, his smug expression telling me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
With a sigh, I start to climb in the passenger seat. I can’t blame Bex; I doubt she suspects that there’s anything going on between Marius and I. But Violet? She could have taken the front seat.
I glare at her through the mirror, and to my annoyance, she winks.
“So, you like horses, huh?” I grumble.
I should stay silent, but I can’t help calling him out on his stalkerish ways.
“Oh, yeah. I’ve been riding since I could walk. My brother and I play polo.”
Of course they do.
“The Goltzes own gorgeous thoroughbreds,” Bex adds wistfully. “You still keep them in Windsor, right?”
Marius nods. “Yeah, they’re racing, or breeding, or whatever. My father doesn’t believe in owning things for fun. His investments have to bring a return.”
“I can’t imagine having to go that far to see my horse,” Bex replies. “Three hours is far enough.”
“England isn’t that far when you have a family jet,” Marius says evenly.
I can’t take it anymore. “If I rolled my eyes any harder, they’d likely fall out their sockets. Seriously? A jet?”
Marius graces me with his most unapologetic grin. “It’s technically my cousin’s, but we can borrow it.”
“Oh, if it’s yourcousin’s, then.” I snort.
“Finally, someone who gets it!” Damian grins in agreement. “No offense, my friends, but you live in another universe.”
“Yet here you are, two people attending a private college and driving up to see some of the rarest horses in the world.” Marius shrugs. “And if you want to fly to London next week, you only have to say the word. Let’s not pretend you’re not both part of our privileged little bubble.”
“My bank balance says otherwise,” Damian retorts.
I nod in agreement. “Yep, that.”
“If the war of classes is over, I vote for some music,” Bex chirps.
“Hell to the yes.” Marius switches the music on, and my eyes widen as I recognize the voice.
“You listen to Specter?” I don’t know why I’m so shocked: millions of people follow that voice artist.
I just never would have expected Marius Goltz to be one of them. He’s just so…manly? Most of the YouTuber’s followers are female.
“Youlisten to Specter?” he echoes, equally surprised.
I shrug. “His voice is insane. And he’s hot as fuck.”
“Who’s hot as fuck?” Violet pipes in, leaning in from her seat.
