Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Hannah flushes, focusing her attention on the pen as she slides it beneath the clip. “Um, I’m not sure.”
“You better,” he teases, with his usual easy charm. “I won’t have fun without you.”
Hannah flashes him an uneasy smile before turning and hightailing it back to the table she sits at with Parker.
Ordinarily, I would not give a fuck, but given my girlfriend is fiercely protective of the girl, I know if Hannah has a bad time, I’m gonna have a bad time, too.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“Good deeds,” he said dryly. “I hear the pandas need saving.”
“Not the donation.” I shake my head. “Don’t fuck with Hannah. I don’t want to hear about it. And didn’t you ask Anae to the party?”
“We’re coordinating costumes. We’re not getting married.”
“She’ll fucking kill you both, and I’m not exaggerating,” I state.
Arden rolls his eyes, reaching for his drink. “I’m not afraid of Anae Richards.”
“You’re not gonna score with Hannah Dupont, either,” Malek says, inserting himself into the conversation. “That girl’s untouchable.”
“For you, maybe,” Arden says with a smirk, causing Malek to roll his eyes. “I know who’s already touched her, and I happen to think I’m just her type.”
“Bullshit,” Malek says, not buying it for a minute. “Anyone who claims to have scored with Hannah’s a fucking liar.”
Arden shakes his head, and I frown at the smug look on his face, like he knows something we don’t. “Didn’t have to be told. I saw it for myself.”
At that, Malek scowls. “Who?”
Arden smirks, enjoying having information someone else wants. Especially Malek, because they’re friends, and while Arden would probably never admit it, he needs to best everyone—especially us. “Let’s just say the last guy who played with Anae Richards got a two for one deal, and I’m interested in the same package.”
Now it’s my turn to call bullshit. “I don’t know what you think you saw, but I have it on very good authority that Dare never fucked Hannah.”
“You know he and Anae essentially had an open relationship? She let him fuck whoever he wanted. And you think he didn’t take advantage of the knockout bringing him drinks at his girlfriend’s house?” Arden asks, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief.
“I know people said some shit about how he used to sneak into her room when he was dating Anae, but honestly… even if he did, it was against her will, and he never went all the way with her. I know for a fact Hannah’s still a virgin.”
Arden shrugs. “So she’s his unfinished business, then. I’m happy to finish it for him.”
“You keep dreaming, asshole,” Malek says, grabbing at his French fries rather aggressively.
“I don’t have to dream. I have a plan, and it’s already in motion.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“Since you’re so sure I won’t succeed, why don’t we make it interesting?” Arden suggests, steepling his hands on the table.
Malek’s eyebrows rise in challenge. “What’d you have in mind?”
“Before the end of the year, I’m going to complete Dare’s hit list. Anae’s a given, I’m already working on that, but I’ll do what he couldn’t. I’m going to fuck her virginal little stepsister, too.”
Unease causes my shoulders to tense. “I don’t fucking like this.”
Malek’s gaze is locked with Arden’s. He leans forward, his eyes glittering with anticipation. “Name your stakes, pretty boy.”
“When I succeed, you have to give me the Aperta. If I fail, I’ll buy it from you for double its value.”
Malek considers his offer. He’s been taunting Arden with that fucking car since he got it. Under normal circumstances, Malek would be happy to sell it, but since Arden can be such an asshole, he’s held off on selling it to him.
Malek doesn’t need the money, but he hates the fucking car and he’d rather buy something else. If Arden could find one, he’d probably buy his own Aperta just to spite him, but it’s a very limited-edition Ferrari, and frankly, there haven’t been any on the market.
“You’re going to pay me six million dollars for that fucking car?” Malek asks, eyebrows raised.
“If I lose.”
Malek smirks. “Done.”
I stand, grabbing my tray as they reach across the table to shake on it.
Malek’s gaze shifts to me as he drops Arden’s hand. “Where the hell are you going?”
“To sit with Parker. I can’t be a party to this bullshit.” Looking back at them, I warn them, “If anyone ever finds out about this stupid fucking bet, I was not here. Anyone who says otherwise can count on a fucking fight.”
___
After a long ass day at school, all I want to do is relax at home with Parker.
Actually, I can’t wait to peel off that fucking panda sweater and feast on her pretty little tits, but we have to wait for the parents to leave before I can do that.
Halloween is a whole thing at Baymont High. There are two full nights of events. Tonight is Fright Night, a fancy fundraising thing Baymont parents attend to raise money for the school. The venue changes annually, but tonight, they’re hosting it on the Prince family’s superyacht.