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“I’m sorry,” I say against his blazer.
“You need to be stronger, baby, every time she makes you question yourself, or us, she’s winning and we can’t let them win. They don’t deserve to win,” he tells me, his voice strong and unyielding as his fingers pinch my chin, lifting my face up and forcing me to look at him, to see his words and the intensity in his eyes. He means this, everything he’s said he means it and his eyes assure me that it’s all the truth.
“I hate this,” I confess, slapping at the side of my head. “I hate that she’s in here, that I can hear her.”
“You can’t cower from fear, Priss, you have to confront it, just like you did at the party, you told them to go fuck themselves because you’re stronger and better than them. That’s what you have to do now, you just have to remember that you are so fucking strong. Archibalds are weak, but us Windsor’s we’re the kings and queens of the seas,” he says, smiling.
“I thought we were the kings and queens of St Augustus?”
“We’re that too,” he laughs.
Sighing, I rest my head against his shoulder. “I’m sorry I’m such a fucking mess.”
“I love your mess.”
“I love you too.”
14
Carson
Sitting beside her in this dusty dark room, I sigh and press a soft kiss to the top of her head. She wanted this revenge, but now I’m starting to worry if it’s causing her more pain than any satisfaction she might gain from it.
I’ve never felt hate like I do for the Archibalds, but I don’t want to fuck Priss up any more than she already is by trying to inflict damage to people who seem oblivious to pain. Any other parent would be wounded by their children’s hate, but Vanessa and Freddie really just don’t seem to care.
I’m sure they’re embarrassed, possibly inconvenienced, but I don’t think there’s anything we can really do that will cause them any actual pain, because I don’t think they’re capable of feeling real emotions, beyond anger and hate.
Priss already stole her inheritance from them and honestly, I think that might have been the worst thing we could ever possibly do. I want her to get her revenge, I want them to hurt for her, I just don’t want Priss to get hurt even more if it doesn’t happen.
“Come on baby,” I say, shuffling up from the floor and holding out a hand for her to take. She lays her palm against mine and lets me pull her up and into my arms as I hold her close, hugging her, trying to tell her silently how real this is, how much I’m hers.
After a long moment, she loosens her grip and I reluctantly let her go, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before I exhale and take her hand, leading her to the door. “We should get back to class.”
Nodding, she smiles softly at me, love and trust and so many more emotions staring back at me from her beautiful blue eyes. My fiancé is nothing like the Carrigan I thought I knew, the Carrigan I’d presumed I’d understood. I couldn’t have been more wrong about her, and in the last few months she’s proved without a doubt that she’s nothing at all like her parents.
I think sometimes she forgets how much strength it took to walk away from a fortune, but she did it. She gave up everything to save herself, to save her sister, and to not end up like her mom and dad. Pulling her through the door, I turn and lock it behind us, then back her up against it and cage her with my body. “You’re mine, Priss, and I’m a lucky motherfucker, so don’t let me forget it.”
Her giggle is high and tinkling and I fucking love it. My dick hardens and all I want to do is unlock the door and bend her over the sofa like the very first time I fucked her at school. Instead I swallow down my groan and lead her to class, knowing that later I can take her home to the bed we share and spend all night losing myself in her body.
* * *
“Just call me the motherfucking king of the world,” Wats announces as he strolls through the door and into the galley, a swagger in his step as he slaps down some papers onto the coffee table, before throwing himself down onto the couch, a smug grin etched across his face.
“I take it you got the shares?” Arlo asks dryly.
“I got the motherfucking shares,” Watson declares.
“Did you have to do anything that involved his dick?” Priss asks, cringing.
“No,” Wats laughs. “Although he did offer to sell them to me for half price if I sucked him off.”
“Oh my god,” Tally cries at the same time Olly says,
“Sweet, so we got them half price.”
“I didn’t suck his dick,” Wats assures us, throwing a cushion at Olly as he chuckles amusedly.
“So we got them all?” Priss asks, her voice slightly disbelieving.
