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“What were your thoughts when you saved Rayne last night?”
I grin. “I just wanted to defuse the situation. Between you and me, Tori would have lost that fight. She cries when she breaks a nail. Imagine her nose?” We both laugh.
The real reason I stepped in was because I was trying to protect Rayne. Protect her from stooping to our levels. Being ruined by our world. I knew it was going to happen, but if I could prolong it? I would.
Chapter 4
@RayneMarshall: “Expectations were like people. They always let you down. That’s why I don’t fuck with either.”
Rayne
“Hey.” Emerald sits next to me on the lounge outside by the pool.
“Hey, what’s up?” I reply, not taking my eyes off the book in front of me.
“I want to draw you.” Straight to the point. Unlike someone else I know.
I push my sunglasses down and set my book aside.
“Me? Why?”
“You’re authentic.” She smiles.
I shake my head. “I’m not.”
She lets out a small laugh. “You are. Just continue to read your book. Just like you were.”
I’ve never spoken to Emerald. And this is our first reaction. Probably one of the strangest ones yet.
I lay back down, gripping my book as I get lost in the pages again. Emerald starts sketching. I faintly hear her pencil scratching the paper as I read. When she is done, she doesn’t let me see. She just smiles at the page, stands, and walks away.
And here I thought I’d be the odd one out. Tucker is the only one with any sort of social standards in this entire house.
What did I sign up for?
* * *
One thing I did in life was buy books. They were never brand new and I definitely needed that money, but if my life was going to suck, I might as well have an escape from it.
My latest book is clutched under my arm, new this time, as I walk up to the hot tub that’s located on top of the house. On. Top. Of. The. House. I mean, there are people who have money and then there’s people who have money. What was the reason? I’d understand if there was also a pool up here, but there isn’t. I mean… the sun reaches this point more during the day, but maybe at night? Oh, the stars would be beautiful! I get it now. Kinda.
I planned to read up here alone. And if I wasn’t so into reading the back of the book, I would have heard it sooner. The sound of skin slapping. Josefina’s moans, Branson’s groans. My heart falters when I see them on the lounge. I don’t know why. I mean, yeah, he’s attractive, but he’s said maybe a handful of words since I’ve been here. And 90% of them have been rude. But still, this ache in my chest tightens. And then shock takes over. I curse, putting my hand over my eyes. Blinded as I try to escape, I trip over something hard. My face smacks the concrete. My book flies. And let's be honest, I’m sadder about my new book getting damaged than falling.
“Damn it.” I moan. My hand flies to my forehead as I roll over. Something wet coats my fingers. Opening my eyes to see what it is, I choke. There is a nice, rather large, pulsing dick in front of me. And I’m staring. Oh God, I’m fucking staring.
“You good?”
Mortified, I close my eyes. “Please get away from me,” I rush out.
“You scared of my dick?” Branson chuckles.
Cracking open one of my eyes, I look at it again. Nodding, I shut my eyes again. “Maybe,” I say, hoping he’ll go back to fucking and let me die of embarrassment.
“That’s a nasty cut. You need to let me look at it.” I feel his fingers and smack them away.
“I’ll find someone more qualified. A doctor, perhaps,” I sass back. Eyes still shut as I refuse to get lost in the thick pulsing veins of the monstrous cock that is at eye level with me.
“It’s not that bad. You don’t need a doctor. What you need is to open those crystal eyes so I can make sure you don’t have a concussion.”
