Page 52 of Make You Beg

“Tough luck, Lola.”

“Asshole.”

I smirk. “Look, you wanted to blow a jock, you blew a jock. Now, fuck off. Go tell your friends or something, I’ve got other things to do.”

“Fine,” she says before getting out of the car. “Call me or something.”

I won’t.

I arrange myself, tidy up the car and pick out an air freshener to spray.

Then, I roll down my window and catch a glimpse of Madelyn, still with her back to me.

“Hey,” I say.

“Are you done?” she mutters without turning around.

“Yeah, get in.”

“I think I’ll walk. I’m not sure I want to sit in that spot after witnessing what you did.”

“People have sex in cars all the time, and I cleaned up. Home is too far away for you to walk. Come on, get in.”

She takes a little convincing, but eventually, she does.

“Were you jealous, sis?”

“Of what?” She slams the door shut and glares at me.

“Of my cock being down someone else’s throat?”

“No.” She pauses. “In fact, I’m dating someone, too.” She hugs her chest. “Besides, why would I be jealous? You’re my stepbrother.”

“If you say so.”

I know she is. Her face does a terrible job of disguising her emotions; I can always read her.

Or maybe it’s me. I’ve become an expert at reading my little demon.

“You do you and I do me.”

“Alright.” I fix myself in my seat, fasten my seat belt, and start the engine. “Who are you dating, though?”

“You don’t know him.”

“How far have you gone with him?”

“None of your business, Kayden. Just like this was none of my business. Now, stop interrogating me and drive.”

13

MADDY

A WEEK LATER - 18 YEARS OLD

“Mom, how did you really know?”

I don’t want to hear the fairy tale version of her love story. I want to know what she felt when she met Dad. How did she know that he was the one? That she was in love with him?