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CHAPTER ONE
LAUREN
Nate Sloane was in my house. Nate frickin Sloane.
What the hell are you doing here?
The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop
them, and I immediately regretted it as I saw my mothers
crestfallen face. I was normally polite and reserved, but
coming home and seeing him standing in our lounge room
wasnt exactly normal. Seriously, what was he doing here?
He smirked at me, looking so damned arrogant that I
wanted to march right across the room and slap the
expression right off his face.
Instead I stood and stared, stunned into immobility. His
eyes crinkled with amusement as he gazed back at me;
Oh no.
It was like watching a train wreck. I knew exactly what
was coming, and as much as I wanted to turn and run out of
the room, I couldnt. I had to stay, as much I was dreading
what I was about to hear.
My mother smiled and held her left hand out, her brown
eyes sparkling and her face radiant. The biggest diamond
Id ever seen was sitting on her ring finger, and I gasped,
not so much out of excitement but out of horror. In terms of
awful news, this ranked near the top. A million more
thoughts swirled around my mind. Does my mother know
again? Good for you. Lets see if this one lasts longer than
five minutes.
Richard barely lost his composure, but I saw a flash of
anger in his crystal-blue eyes. Please dont talk to me like
that, son. Anne and I are very happy together, he said, his
tone clipped.
Nate snorted, and I rolled my eyes in his direction. What
a prick. He couldnt even be happy for our parents for five
seconds. He caught my eye and smirked, and once again I
found myself suppressing the urge to hit him.
Anyway, Richard continued, taking a step towards me
and extending a hand. Ive heard a lot about you, Lauren. I
cant wait to get to know you better and welcome you into
the family. Im glad you and Nate already know each other
from school. That should make the transition a little
smoother.
Mom saying that this was all very sudden was probably the
understatement of the century. I hadnt even known she was
seeing anyone, and judging by the way Nate was reacting,
he hadnt known about the relationship either.
Soummwhens the wedding going to be? I asked,
trying to defuse the tension in the room. My head was still
spinning like crazy.
Fuck the wedding, Nate said under his breath next to
me.
In six weeks, Richard said, ignoring Nates words but
shooting him a dark look. The venue and catering has
already been organized, and a formal announcement will
run in tomorrows papers. Well be having an engagement
party this weekend in my summer home, and Id love for you
to join us out there.
Oh. Of course Ill come, I replied. I felt slightly sick and
giddy. I was about to be swept into a world where people
felt the need to make formal announcements of their
some totally broke nobody, girls would have still fallen over
themselves to be around him.
And be around him they hadI was pretty sure Nate
had gotten into the pants of over half the girls at school
during our final year, not to mention many others who
werent at our school. He reeked of arrogance and
contempt for authority, often showing up at school without
his uniform and smelling of cigarettesand these were just
the most minor of infractions he committed on a regular
basis. Of course Oakover was happy to sweep it all under
the rug in return for substantial donations. It was a highlyregarded school academically-speaking, but they had quite
the reputation for letting the worst of the worst in as long as
they had enough moneyand money was certainly
something Nate had access to. He was a typical
billionaires son in every way an over-privileged playboy
brat.
I couldnt even imagine being like him. Id kept my nose
clean and tried my hardest in school because I wanted to
that she let me help her with her calculus homework. Shed
been struggling with it for a while and always refused my
help.
Cassie had scored an invite to the party courtesy of her
new boyfriend Xander. He was a fairly popular lacrosse
player, and while shed been shocked that hed asked her
out, I wasnt surprised in the slightest. Shed never been a
member of the popular cliques, but she was gorgeous.
Tanned, slim and leggy with shiny blonde hair, Id often
secretly wondered why she didnt just ditch her nerdier
friends, myself included, and hang out with the cool kids.
But she just wasnt like that.
I borrowed a nice blouse and skirt from my Mom and
accompanied her and Xander, and I felt out of place the
minute we stepped into the triple-storied house the party
was hosted in. Everyone in attendance already seemed to
know everyone else there, and they were laughing
raucously and carrying on without a care in the world.
Cassie was almost immediately swept away by Xander
filled with sin. The way his smile invited me over to the dark
side made my breath catch in my throat, and my hands
ached for a single stroke over the hard muscles of his
chest, barely concealed by the snug black T-shirt he was
wearing.
Right then and there, I made an incredibly stupid
impulsive decision that had come to haunt me for the last
few weeks of my high school career. Id just turned eighteen
a few weeks earlier, and soon school would be ending and
college would be beginning. Id worked so hard to make
good grades all my life, and Cassie was right I did need
to blow off steam once in a while. I didnt want to go to
college with my virginity still intact, and Nate Sloane was
the one guy who I knew would probably sleep with
anyoneeven someone like me. Though I couldnt stand
him and his reputation, I knew hed do it.
Yeah, I finally replied slowly, putting the cupcake down.
I think I do have the right idea.
My eyes conveyed an obvious hint to him, and he
embrace.
Id never been kissed before.
Falteringly, I undid the buttons on my blouse as he
roughly slid my skirt down to my ankles, and as I stepped
out of it his eyes lingered on my curves, gaze lascivious
and inviting. Then he slid a condom out of his pocket and
looked into my eyes. Before now, the closest Id ever come
to a condom was in tenth grade health class when wed had
to practice sliding them onto bananas.
You scared, Lauren? he asked. Dont be.
Of course Im not. Ive done this before, I lied.
He thumbed one nipple through the fabric of my bra,
and it immediately stood to attention under his caress. His
eyes remained on mine for a long, lingering moment,
almost as if he didnt entirely believe me when I said Id
done this before. Then he took his shirt and pants off and
wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, sliding the
protection on with his other hand. Id never seen a cock
hes my best friend, okay? So you didnt hear this from me.
We made a sort of bet as a joke. We werent going to do it.
Well, I wasnt going to anyway.
A bet? My heart was rapidly sinking.
We were all talking a few weeks ago, and we figured
there must only be one chick left in school who was still a
virgin. You. Youve never given a single guy the time of day,
and youre always in the library. So as a joke, we all made
a bet to see who could sleep with you first. We were just
drunk and fucking around, Lauren. None of us were actually
going to try.
He crossed the room and tossed me my clothes. Im
sorry, he said. I honestly didnt think hed try to do it.
Youre a nice girl.
You dont even know me, I said through gritted teeth,
unable to believe what I was hearing.
He shrugged. Dont need to know you. Ive seen you
around school, and youre in half my classes. Plus youre
of water.
Hey, where are you going? he asked, grin spreading
across his face. I thought I told you to stay put. Got you
some water.
Thanks! I said, plastering a bright smile across my
face as I took the glass. I immediately threw it in his face,
and as he coughed and spluttered, I hissed through my
teeth at him. Now take this glass and shove it up your ass.
I pressed the glass back into his hands, and he
dropped it, apparently too stunned at my rejection of him to
even figure out how to grasp something. Half the room had
already been staring at our little exchange, and the
shattering glass attracted even more attention.
What the fuck? I heard him exclaim as I dashed out of
the party and headed to the car. I texted Cassie to let her
know I was leaving early. Xander would be able to take her
home, and Id assumed he was going to anyway.
I went home and crawled straight into bed, not even
senior year who was still a virgin before his party, and yet
they thought it was okay to say awful things about me for
having sex just once?
It was strange how it was always the girls who spread
the malicious rumors around. Id read some theory a while
back saying that women like to slut-shame other women to
protect their own status, but Id never thought Id be on the
receiving end. Now thanks to Nate and his assholery, I had
been for weeks. The only thing that got me through was
Cassies support. I could have told my Mom, but then Id
have to admit to her how stupid Id been.
So that was the story of Nate and me. Now our parents
were getting married, and I was going to have to be in the
same family as the gloating prick whod taken my virginity.
Maybe I was a slut. Maybe I deserved it all. Either way, I
was so frickin screwed.
CHAPTER TWO
NATE
That little bitch.
I still couldnt believe Lauren Torres was going to be my
new stepsister. Out of anyone in the whole fucking world, it
was going to be her. I didnt want her around any more than
she wanted me around, so I hoped to god shed stay the
fuck out of my way once she arrived at the summer house.
It had been two days since my father and his new flavor
of the month had announced their engagement, and I was
still fuming as I sat on the balcony outside my bedroom,
sipping at a tumbler of scotch as I looked over the perfectlymanicured grounds.
Who the fuck did that? Who just sprang massive news
on their kids like that, without any warning?
her? Sure, she seemed like a nice woman, but she and her
daughter werent from our world. Shed more than likely get
sick of dealing with all the bullshit high-class events within
six months and leave him just like the last one had. Like hell
I was gonna bother getting close to her. Or that nasty piece
of work Lauren.
Did I mention I hated Lauren?
The bitch had humiliated me at a party a couple of
months back, and I still hadnt quite gotten past it. Id been
the laughing stock of my friends at school for weeks
afterwards. Nate fuckin Sloane, finally getting rejectedby
the geeky school valedictorian, for Christs sake. Id had a
stellar reputation before that incident, but even now I heard
whispers behind my back. Nate Sloane - Reject. Loser.
Fallen from his pedestal.
Thats what I got for trying to be mature. Id fucked a ton
of girls in my time, but by the end of senior year I was
getting tired of the pussy carousel. When youre a
billionaires son, its seriously that easy to come across
women who are willing to open their legs for you, hoping to
worm their way into your affections. Course, it didnt work
for them. Id never wanted a girlfriend.
But by the time Erics party had rolled around, I was
starting to question that. Half my friends had steady
girlfriends by that stage, and it actually seemed pretty
decent. Someone to talk to and actually get to know,
someone whod be there to support me if I ever needed it
it seemed like an all right idea, even though it made me
sound like a pussy little bitch to even think about it.
I hadnt told any of my friends except Eric, but Id started
seriously considering it and keeping an eye out for potential
girls. There was this one girl in my math class who Id
always noticed out of the corner of my eye, but shed never
seemed to notice me, even though I was pretty well-known
around these parts. She was one of those smart types;
glasses, curly hair that tended to frizz up in winter,
oversized uniform that hid her curves. But she was still hot
as hell with those big brown eyes and smooth caramel skin.
knows why. Id felt bad about it when I saw the tiny smear of
blood on the condom, but I hadnt wanted to embarrass her,
so Id dealt with it and then got a glass of water for her.
Shed mentioned something about feeling a little lightheaded, so I figured itd do her a bit of good.
Then what did that bitch do? She fucking threw the
water in my face and told me to shove it. Right in front of
everyone. I couldnt fucking believe it. The one time I ever
attempted to forge some sort of connection with a girl, and
it blew up in my face like an atom bomb. Yeah, maybe I
went about it the wrong way by getting her into bed straight
away, but come on!
Then, to top it all off, Eric said hed walked past and
seen her getting dressed that night while I was out of the
room, and he said shed been giggling into her cell phone.
Hed overheard her talking about how shed screwed me
and was planning on running out on me, just for a laugh.
Apparently she thought itd be funny to put me on the
receiving end of a post-coital dash, seeing as Id done it to
her.
Hey. Nice to see you, I mumbled. Shit, where the hell
did that come from? Shed caught me off guard with her
kind eyes and friendly demeanor. Most of the women I was
used to seeing with my Dad would either ignore me or hit
on me. Maybe Anne wasnt so bad.
Nice to see you, Lauren said in a sing-song voice
under her breath as Anne and my father headed inside, and
I marched over to her.
Whatd you say?
Nothing, she replied. What was she, five years old? I
didnt have time for this kindergarten bullshit, but I couldnt
help pressing her.
Pretty sure I heard you making some smart ass
comment.
Yeah, well Im pretty sure youre only pretending to be
nice to my Mom. I know you dont want us here. Thats fine.
But dont mock my mother.
nice?
Maybe I think your Moms kinda hot. Maybe Im being
nice so shell sleep with me. After all, it wasnt all that hard
to get you into bed, and you know what they saylike
mother, like daughter.
There was no way in hell I was being serious, but
watching Lauren get all riled up was just too funny. Her
delicate little hands balled up by her sides as her dark eyes
flashed with rage, and I grinned.
Gonna hit me, sweetheart? I asked, cocking an
eyebrow.
Oh, I want to, she said in a sugary sweet voice as my
father returned to grab another suitcase.
You kids okay out here? he asked. Nate, Laurens
CHAPTER THREE
LAUREN
Holy crap. This was my room! I threw myself down on
the bed and smoothed the silk sheets with one hand before
rolling over and settling on my back. Id never had
something so nice and so big all to myself. The walls were
a pale robins egg blue, and the furniture was mostly white
and French-inspired. Exactly what Id always wanted;
simple yet elegant and old-fashioned. My Mom must have
told Richard what I liked and had him decorate it for me.
The generosity and wealth was something which I knew
would take a lot of getting used to, but there were definitely
worse options in life.
Sitting up, I looked out the window. From my room, I had
there was no denying how sexy he was, and the idea of him
checking me out sent my mind into a tailspin of confused
lust.
You use pore strips? I asked, triumphantly holding the
box up.
He shrugged. Yeah, so? Yves got them for me. I use
them when my skin looks a bit manky.
I wrinkled my nose, my expression pure unbridled
disdain. Manky isnt a word.
He rolled his eyes. Okay, Little Miss Genius. What, you
girls are the only ones allowed to take care of your skin
once in a while?
Its just not exactly manly of you.
Hows this for manly?
He pulled the towel away from his waist and dropped it
to the floor, and I gasped and clamped a hand over my
mouth. I couldnt look away, and my eyes were naturally
drawn over his hard abs and down to his cock. His fully
erect cock. God, he was the most disgusting person Id
ever met. I couldnt believe hed just strip off like that right in
front of me.
Nate! I finally choked out, shielding my eyes. Put it
away!
Why? Dont pretend you dont love it.
I dont.
Then why are you staring at it like youre a ravenous
animal and its a goddamned sirloin?
Im not, and youre deluded if you think I am, I snapped,
glaring at him. Seriously, put it away!
Laughing, he wrapped the towel around his waist again.
He inhaled, broad chest rising, and my eyes went to his
lower lip, fixated on it as he bit it and gazed down at me.
Suddenly his lips were crushing down on mine, and I
moaned into his mouth in protest. His tongue met mine, and
his hands reached down and around my waist, groping at
confusion.
He smiled. Every year, my company takes fifty students
from colleges all over the country for summer internships.
Its a great experience for them. Several of those interns
have gone on to launch successful start-ups, and another
few are CEOs of major-league companies now. To add to
that, every year I also select one of those interns to work
one-on-one with me. I realize this may seem premature, but
next summer, Id love to have you take that spot. Your
college coursework will certainly help prepare you for it.
I was floored. What a fantastic opportunity, and it was
just being handed to me before Id even started my
freshman year of college. Id always heard the saying its
not what you know, its who you know, but Id never realized
how accurate it truly was until now.
Wowummthanks, Richard, I said. Thatd be
amazing.
Glad to hear it.
CHAPTER FOUR
NATE
I loved fucking with Laurens head. The minute Id
dropped my towel yesterday in the bathroom and seen the
look on her pretty little face, Id known she was still attracted
to me, even if she hated me. She might not have admitted
it, but her body betrayed her. Her face had flushed, and Id
even seen her pupils dilate slightly. Apparently that
happens when youre attracted to someone. See, I did
listen to at least one thing in bio class.
Anyway, just to screw with her, Id gone on my computer
last night and located the filthiest internet porn I could find. I
put the volume just loud enough so that shed hear it through
the walls, and then Id sat there grinning half the night as I
pictured her lying in bed, squirming with jealousy as she
my arm, and you can take a picture and write about what a
junkie Ive become? I said.
My fathers ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly. As you can
see, my son still has quite the sense of humor.
He gets it from you, she cooed, twirling her curly
blonde hair around a finger. It took all the effort in the world
to stop myself from strangling her. The woman was flirting
with my father at his own engagement party just so she
could get some bullshit story. No shame whatsoever.
You know, she continued. I really do think its fantastic
what youre doing here. A nice, old-fashioned barbecue. No
wait staff, no worries. Its so refreshing...so unpretentious.
I rolled my eyes. She was so full of shit. This party was
the very definition of pretentious, in the sense that my father
was pretending to be someone he wasnt.
Where are the beers? I cut in.
My father pointed behind me. Over there. Now, of
course I dont usually approve of underage drinking, Stella,
Yes, and after her freshman year, she will be taking the
coveted one-on-one summer intern position with me at
Scion, I heard my father say. Its a whole year away, but
Im already looking forward to working with her. Shes very
intelligent. Straight As all through school, can you believe
it?
My ears pricked up. Had I heard that right? Surely not.
That intern position had been reserved for me next year,
and every year after that until I graduated with my degree.
Dad had promised it to me as a way of spending more
time together, seeing as we barely got to see each other
these days. In fact, the last few days since he and Anne had
announced their engagement had been the most Id seen of
him in months.
What did you say? I asked, narrowing my eyes. Stella
perked up and readied her pen. The woman could sniff out
family drama like a bloodhound.
My fathers gaze remained unwaveringly cool. I was just
CHAPTER FIVE
LAUREN
Dont worry about Nate, Cassie said, squeezing my
hand tight. Hes just a spoiled, overly-dramatic brat.
I nodded and gave her a half-hearted smile, but I still felt
bad. Id had no idea the internship had initially been
promised to Nate. I wouldnt have accepted the offer if Id
known, because I didnt like to cause trouble, especially the
public kind of trouble that ended up in the gossip columns
courtesy of the smarmy blonde reporter whod been
present at the barbecue.
I wondered what she had even been doing there. Surely
Richard wasnt actually friends with her? I was starting to
feel like the whole thing was some sort of faade, designed
to make him look like a different person than he really was.
back!
He stared down at me, ocean-blue eyes filled with
malice. I dont know what the fuck youre talking about. Are
you talking about the internship I stole from you? Oh wait,
no...you stole it from me.
I didnt even know it was yours, I retorted. Your Dad
offered it to me, and he never mentioned anything about
you.
He leaned down, right in my face, and I almost retched
at the heavy smell of beer on his breath. Bullshit.
Nate, just give me back my fucking notebook!
He gave me a nasty smile. Aww, look who just figured
out how to curse. Youre all grown up!
I wanted to slap him so badly, but I kept my hands glued
to my sides and gritted my teeth. Give. It. Back.
Like I said, I dont know what youre talking about, and I
dont really care, you conniving little bitch, he replied, lips
curled in a sneer.
CHAPTER SIX
NATE
I hate her. I hate her.
I chanted the words over and over in my head, but no
matter how many times I said it, I knew it wasnt true. Id
wanted to hate her; fuck, Id mentally declared war on her
after she stole my internship. But as soon as Id seen those
wide brown eyes at my door, begging me to give her
notebook back, part of me had melted.
It was like she had taken control of my brain or
something. No matter what she did, I couldnt hate her for
longer than a few hours. Id practically turned into a fucking
monk having her on my mind all the time. I could get any girl
in the world in my bed on any given night, but Id been
watching TV and jerking off every night instead. Itd been
over two months now since Id had any action, and it was
driving me crazy.
No wonder I was so frustrated. She had me so horny
and aggravated that I was prone to fly off the handle at any
moment, and even when I felt like strangling her, I wanted to
tear her frumpy clothes off and relive that night at Erics.
Sighing heavily, I put some clothes on and slipped out of
my room before heading downstairs and out the back. I
wasnt even quite sure where all the trash went, but after
poking around behind the garden shed I found a green
dumpster, hidden away from plain sight. It reeked of
spoiled food and sour milk, and I pinched my nose and
squinted my eyes as I considered my options.
Surely I wasnt about to go digging through trash just to
find Lauren Torres notebook. Only a pussy would do that
for a girl who hated his guts. But even as the thought
occurred to me, I reached in and pulled out the most recent
trash bags, almost retching at the smell as I ripped it open.
As I sorted through the trash, I shook my head, still
CHAPTER SEVEN
LAUREN
Chirping birds outside my window woke me early in the
morning, and I stretched luxuriantly under my sheets as I
yawned. For one blissful moment, all my problems were
forgotten, but soon memories of last nights drama rushed
back in. The awkwardness at the barbecue dinner table.
The subsequent fight with Nate.
Groaning, I pushed the sheets off me and slipped out of
bed. I padded over to my desk, trying to remember where
Id left my phone before remembering Id had it in bed with
me. Something familiar caught my eye, and I gasped as I
recognized the brown leather exterior of my notebook. Id
been so sure that Id checked everywhere. How the hell
Yeah?
She hesitated. I dont want everyone to think Im going
to leave my job just because Im marrying a wealthy man.
Im not like that.
I know, Mom.
Its just that...I like my work, but I havent loved it in a
long time. I want to do something I love again. So Im
thinking of leaving my job at the hospital and going back to
college to study something else.
I took a sip of steaming coffee as I considered her
words. She gazed at me anxiously.
Well? Are you disappointed?
I shook my head. Of course not. You should do what
makes you happy. Honestly, so many women in your
situation would probably just quit working entirely and focus
their lives on socializing and organizing charity balls. Or so
Ive come to assume from watching Gossip Girl re-runs.
friend.
She narrowed her eyes. A friend?
Damn, I swore that my Mom could see straight through
concrete sometimes. My cheeks flushed, and I nodded.
Yes. Eric McNealy. We went to school together, and he
called me last night and asked to catch up with me.
Sounds more like a date, she teased, ruffling my hair
again.
Stop! I protested, giggling and pushing her hands
away. Fine. I guess it is a date.
Her eyebrows knitted together. Eric McNealy. Not sure
if I remember him.
Yeah, well we werent exactly friends while we were still
in school, but Cassies boyfriend knows him, and
apparently hes been asking about me.
Just be careful, she replied before finishing her cup of
coffee. Anyway, I better go and start getting ready for work.
Have fun with your ruby train thing.
***
Thirty-two hours later, I was starting to panic. I had a
wardrobe full of clothes and nothing to wear. Classic
womans dilemma. Eric was picking me up in three hours,
and I rummaged through my cupboard and drawers before
sighing in defeat and throwing myself down on the bed with
my cell phone. It was time to admit I needed help and call in
the big guns.
Hey, whats up? Cassie said, answering her phone on
the second ring.
I need your help. I have nothing to wear, I hate my hair,
and I dont know how to do my makeup for a date!
She laughed. Give me half an hour to drive up there.
See you soon!
True to her word, she arrived half an hour later with an
armful of dresses and a bagful of makeup and hair
products.
right, I told myself. I knew she was. It was just that I always
got all self-conscious being so exposed. I wasnt used to it.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I turned around and
looked over my shoulder, assessing my curvaceous
backside. I was pleased with what I saw, but I didnt want to
seem conceited.
Are you absolutely sure? I asked.
Cassie rolled her eyes. Damn right I am. Youre going
to have Eric drooling.
I grinned at her. I guess this is the one, then. Ill try to get
it back to you in one piece.
of the barbecue.
Hmm. Oh well. Ill get out of your hair now. Good luck!
she said, wrapping her arms around me in a tight squeeze.
Call me when its over. I want to hear every detail.
I will.
Once she was gone, I gave myself another once-over in
the mirror and smiled. I really did look rather nice. My phone
buzzed fifteen minutes later, and I held it up to my ear.
Hello?
Its me. Im at your house. Come downstairs. Erics
deep, smooth voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I
grabbed my purse and met him out the front.
Youre early, I said, smiling as I slid into the passenger
seat of his car.
I like to be early, he said with a grin. My Dad always
taught me that if youre not ten minutes early, youre late.
You look great, by the way.
bouncer to let them in. The tall, sturdy man behind the
roped-off entrance nodded as he spotted us, and he smiled
and let us inside.
Evening, Mr. McNealy, he said. Have a good night.
Hey! They didnt wait in line! A drunk-sounding girl
protested our easy entrance, but her whiny voice faded into
oblivion a second later, masked by the thumping bass of
the clubs music.
I glanced around in wonder, taking in the young,
beautiful crowd and the flickering strobe lights. It all looked
so surreal. This was my first time in any type of club, and
Eric must have sensed my nervousness because he
squeezed my hand and leaned in close.
Dont worry, he said. Its just a club. Perfectly safe.
He led me over to a VIP booth set at the back of the
main room. Ill go sort out those drinks. You sit here. Back
in a few, he said.
He returned with a tumbler of scotch for himself and a
coherently.
Im coming to get you, he said. Tell me where you
are.
Im in the bathroom, I replied.
Wow, thats fucking helpful. Care to narrow that down
for me a bit?
Shut up, I mumbled. I dont need you to come get me.
Youre just jealous that Im on a date with your ex-friend.
Maybe if you didnt make nasty bets about screwing me
then hed still like you. Maybe Id still like you.
Lauren, I have no fucking clue what youre talking
about, but Im coming to get you right now. You need to tell
me where you are.
The phone dropped from my hand, and I could hear him
calling out to me as my head dropped forward. I had no
idea how long I was out for, but the clattering of stiletto
heels on the tiled floor woke me up, and the pretty Asian girl
from earlier peered down at me.
Yep. Thanks for taking care of her. Shes had way too
many vodka shots. Ill get her home.
My head whirled, and my stomach roiled. I didnt have
any vodka shots, I tried to say, but it just came out as an
incomprehensible grumble.
The girl threw me an odd look, and I reached for her
arm, hoping that shed realize how much trouble I was in.
She was distracted by a guy sidling up behind her, and she
giggled as he slid a hand over her stomach and up her
skimpy black top. He pulled her around and cupped her
face, and they were immediately lost to the rest of the world
as their tongues entwined in a passionate embrace.
I teetered on my heels, and Eric laughed and grabbed
me under my right arm, pulling me upright. Come on,
babe, he said. Lets get you home. Ill take care of you.
I moaned and tried to keep my eyes open as he yanked
me towards the entrance, where intoxicated people were
still waiting in a haphazard line, hoping for a chance to get
in.
Mr. McNealy, the bouncer said in his baritone voice.
Would you like me to arrange a car for you and your
companion?
Thanks, Tyler, but my cars out the back, he said.
I wanted to tell him that he couldnt drive drunk, and I
wanted to tell the bouncer that something was very wrong
with me, but the words died as soon as they bubbled to my
lips and I was left mute, still being dragged along on Erics
arm. He pulled me around to the parking lot out the back,
and I moaned again, touching a hand to my forehead.
My head I mumbled.
Shh, babe. Its okay, he replied.
No, its not fucking okay. Get the hell away from her!
Another familiar masculine voice sounded from
somewhere up ahead, and I groggily looked up to see Nate
standing next to Erics sleek black car.
What the fuck are you doing here? Eric asked. Shes
with me, man.
Not anymore. Walk away, Eric, Nate said, edging
closer towards us.
Eric sneered and dropped my arm, and I collapsed
against the side of someone elses car, my mind still
spinning like crazy.
Mind your own fucking business, Eric said as Nate
approached.
This is my business. Laurens safety is my business.
Now get the hell away from her.
What are you gonna do about it, man? Eric replied,
spitting at Nates feet.
Nate suddenly charged at him, his fists colliding with
Erics chest and face in a flurry of rage. Eric shouted and
fought back, getting in a sucker punch to Nates jaw, and I
screamed as I watched.
Stop!
CHAPTER EIGHT
NATE
I caught Lauren in my arms just as she was about to hit
the asphalt, and I stroked her hair as I gazed down at her.
She looked terrible. Her eye makeup was smudged around
her eyes, giving her the appearance of a panda, albeit a
gorgeous panda, and her hair was mussed up and frizzy.
Come on, I murmured, carrying her over to my car.
Lets get you home.
I lay her down in the backseat, and she stirred and
moaned as I pulled my jacket off and rolled it up, sliding it
under her head for some extra cushioning.
Eric. That fucking asshole. Hed been acting weird for
months now, but Id put it down to stress over senior year
and a disagreement wed had a few months back. I hadnt
spoken with him since graduation, but that didnt seem too
strange. We all had busy lives, and it hadnt even been two
weeks since the ceremony.
I knew better now, though.
Id wanted to get away from the summer house for a
while, so Id spent the last couple of days hanging out with
some old buddies of mine, and one of them had brought his
twin sister along earlier today while we were playing pool in
some back alley bar downtown. She was some skinny
brunette chick who I vaguely remembered from my English
class back in school. Shed been drunk off her ass, and as
soon as she saw me, she poked me in the chest.
Hey! Nateyou look sexy, she said. Yknow, I used to
think Eric was hotter than you, but I changed my mind.
My buddy Andrew pulled her away from me and told her
to sit down and keep her mouth shut.
Sorry, man. Shes wrecked. Anyway, speaking of Eric,
where the hell is he? I thought he wouldve come with you.
alert now.
Im gonna throw up.
Thats okay. Lets go to the bathroom.
Helping her up, I guided her to our joint bathroom. Her
gait was unsteady, and I slid an arm around her waist and
gently helped her onto her knees next to the toilet. Her dark
hair fell all around her face as she leaned forward, and I
pulled it back and held it away just in time. Two seconds
later, she was puking her guts up, and I rubbed her back
with my free hand and tried to make soothing sounds as
she heaved.
Oh my god she murmured, pulling her head up from
the porcelain bowl. Some vomit dripped off her chin and
onto her dress. This is so gross.
Nah, Ive seen worse. Come on, lets rinse your mouth
out.
I filled a glass with water and mixed a little mouthwash
into it. Hereswirl this around your mouth and then spit it
ass up to spank it. But this was different. I didnt feel any
sort of arousal at all, only concern for her wellbeing.
After pulling the silken sheets over her and tucking her
in, I lay next to her and listened to her breathing. It seemed
steady. Shed be fine in the morning. She might have a
killer headache, but she was safe and alive.
Nate
I got up on one elbow and looked down at her. Yeah?
But she was already unconscious again, snoring away.
CHAPTER NINE
LAUREN
Ugh.
My head was killing me.
I struggled to open my eyes as the early morning rays of
sunlight crept into my room, and I stretched my arms out,
trying to remember what the hell had happened the
previous night. My arm immediately hit warm flesh, and I
jerked it back and sat bolt upright.
What the hell? Nate was in my bed, snoring gently next
to me. Holy shit. I was only in my underwear. Oh no
Nate, I said, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him
awake.
He opened his eyes and grinned. Youre awake.
Fine. I know all about the bet you had going to try and
sleep with me that night at Erics party, okay? But it doesnt
matter. Im over it.
I tried to get up, but he kept me down. What? What the
hell are you talking about?
That night, after weafter we slept together, Eric came
in while you were out of the room. He told me a group of
guys had made some bet to try and sleep with me seeing
as I was the last virgin left in senior year.
Nates face was aghast. You serious? Thats fucking
bullshit. There was never any bet. All I ever told him about
you was that I was into you. Thats it. In fact, he told me a
whole different story about that night. He said he walked
past and overheard you laughing on the phone to some
friend of yours about how youd just fucked me and were
going to run out on me and reject me to make me look like
a moron.
I shook my head slowly as Erics web of lies slowly
***
Nate met me downstairs half an hour later. He was
wearing jeans and a grey T-shirt that had been designed to
look all faded and weathered but probably cost more than
the average persons weekly rent. It had a texture that made
me want to reach out and touch it, but I kept my hands to
myself like a good girl.
Ready to head out? he asked.
Sure.
We drove in silence to the breakfast caf under the
pretense of listening to the news on the radio. Truthfully, I
just didnt know where to begin talking to him. It had been
fine while we were in my room, but now we were actually
going somewhere together in public. As friends. The idea
of being friends with Nate seemed so foreign to me that I
literally had no idea where to begin.
The waiter at Jean Pierre Sancho showed us to an al
losing a parent.
He nodded slowly. Yeah, well Im not gonna lie. Its not
great. So what about your Dad? I take it hes still alive?
Yeah, I think so. I dont remember much of him, though,
so its never really felt like I lost a parent. He left my Mom
when I was young. He wasnt exactly a very nice guy.
Oh?
Alcoholic. Abusive. You get the picture. I know its
awful, but Im glad he left. Whenever my Mom tells me about
the things he did when they were together, I just wish shed
never met him so shed never have to have gone through all
that.
Yeah, but then you wouldnt be here. Silver linings,
yknow?
I shrugged. I guess. You know, if it wasnt for this Id
probably barely remember what he looked like.
I reached into my purse and pulled out an old faded
city, right?
Yeah, thats the one. Anyway, if you turn off the highway
onto this roadEastgate Road, I think, theres a few old
cabins down the end. Way out in the sticks. One of them
was his. It used to belong to his uncle. So every few months
hed take us down there. Wed have a picnic, hed do some
fishing, Mom would take photosit was nice. Really nice.
But then he started drinking heaps
My voice trailed off and I shrugged before continuing.
The rest is history, I guess. He turned into a different
person, and then he just left.
Nate stared at me for a moment and then held up his
coffee cup. I know this isnt alcoholic and its breakfast, but
so what? Cheers to your shitty father. If your Mom hadnt
met him, we wouldnt have you around to be smart and
boss us all around.
I smiled and raised my mug to his. I dont boss anyone
around!
eventful outing, but it had still been good. Nate and I were
finally getting along and starting to get to know one another,
and that was better than anything I could have hoped for
considering our rocky beginnings.
My phone buzzed in my purse, and I looked at the
screen before gasping. Oh shit! Cassie! I was supposed
to let her know how last night went.
Nate nodded at me to answer it as we exited Jean
Pierre Sancho, and I felt the tiniest bolt of electricity shoot
through me as his hand rested on my back, guiding me
towards the car. It was just a small protective gesture, but it
was enough to send my mind whirling back to the night of
the party when his big hands had been all over me,
touching, groping, caressing
You didnt call me! Cassie said on the other end of the
line, interrupting my train of thought.
I know, I know. Im a terrible friend. A lot happened last
night.
Oh?
I filled her in on the situation with Eric, and she gasped.
Holy shit! He did that? Oh man. This is all my fault. Xander
and I pushed for you to go out with him.
I shook my head, then realized she couldnt see me. Its
not your fault, Cass. Its his fault for being a repulsive
douche.
What are you doing right now? Whatever it is, you need
to drop everything because Im coming over with some
movies, popcorn and candy, and Im not leaving till
tomorrow. How do you feel about watching Clueless first?
Sounds good. Im just leaving this little caf downtown.
Nate and I had breakfast. Ill be home soon, though.
She paused. Oh. Well, hurry up. Ill be up at your place
in an hour, kay? Just gotta help my Mom out with some
stuff first.
By the time we got off the phone, Nate was pulling into
the main entrance to the summer house, and I yawned and
CHAPTER TEN
LAUREN
It had been almost a week since Nate and I had
decided to become friends, and things were getting better
to say the least. The awkwardness was mostly gone, and
our parents seemed happy to see us getting along.
It was a Friday afternoon, and I was lounging around on
my bed, laptop propped up on the pillows. I was still trying
to teach myself the new programming language, but it was
difficult when Nate kept creeping into my thoughts. I knew
we were just being friends, but holy hell it was hard to be
friends with someone so hot. Memories of his warm
caresses and rough kisses tortured me, and part of me
wondered if there was something more to my feelings
toward him. Something romantic.
Maybe I cared about him way more than I cared to
admit.
But what did I really know about things like love at my
age? At eighteen, so many people think they have it all
figured out. They think that they know everything and dont
need to be told what to do, but as they grow older and wiser
they realize they dont know squat. My Mom must have told
me that a hundred times. When it came to matters of the
heart, there was no way I was mature enough to really tell
the difference between love and lust. Nate and I had shared
one night together; one glorious, steamy night.
But that didnt make it love. It was pure, unadulterated
lust. We had a lot of growing up to do, and in twenty years
Id probably cringe at the memory and wonder how I could
have been so stupid, developing feelings for my soon-to-be
stepbrother. Maybe Id even be able to laugh about it.
Hey, Lauren.
Nates voice at my semi-open bedroom door startled
me, and I jumped, sending two silk-encased pillows flying.
whole life Ive lived by all these rules. Ive always been the
good girl. And for just one night I wanted to be bad like
everyone else. And you were the school bad boy. I figured I
could be bad with you.
He arched an eyebrow.
And was it bad?
I shook my head in silence. Of course it hadnt been
bad, because it felt so good. And if something feels that
incredible, it cant be badright?
We sat in silence for a long time.
Im sorry, he finally said. I shouldnt have taken
advantage of you.
What? You didnt take advantage of
He cut me off. I feel like I did. You were feeling
vulnerable and wanted to change the very essence of who
you were for a night just to fit in, and I was there. I took
advantage of it.
No. Its all on me. I wanted to do it. I was the one who
suggested it, for gods sake.
Yeah, but I let it happen, even though I knew you were a
good girl who didnt sleep around at parties. I shouldve
said no.
Well, its a bit late now. And like I saidyou couldnt
have known what was going on in my head. I practically
No.
More dessert?
No, I said, shaking my head slowly.
Moreanything?
Nope.
In that moment, we both knew exactly what I wanted.
What he wanted. It was no use pretending to care about the
fact that our parents were about to get married. We wanted
each other. No, needed each other. Our chemistry was
undeniable. It didnt matter that we seemed to come from
different worlds and had opposing personalities. All that
mattered was how we felt in this moment.
Ill get the check, then, he said.
We barely made it out to the car before his mouth came
down on mine, crushing my lips against his. His strong
arms wrapped around me, and lightning bolts seemed to
blast through me as he broke away only seconds later.
groaned. With every inch of him that slid into me, my body
burned even hotter, and I dug my nails into his shoulders as
I clung to him, using his strong body for leverage.
He matched my gaze, and a whole world of
communication echoed between us without a single word.
His hands slid down from my breasts to the curve of my
hips, and he held me as I bounced up and down on his
cock, crying out from the delicious fullness. The feeling of
being stretched overwhelmed all my senses, and Nates
eyes burned with passion as he choked out a few words a
moment later.
I cant do this slow anymore, he groaned. You feel so
fucking good.
Suddenly I was on my back, stretched out along the
backseat, and Nate slammed deep into me from above. I
gasped as he pumped his cock further and further, and I
swore he was hitting areas inside me that I hadnt even
known I had the first time wed hooked up at Erics party, as
amazing as that had been.
and forgetting all about the risk. But that was a bad idea
right? My inner voice fought a war with my rabidly-horny
side, and it was fast losing. Down, hormones! I told myself.
Nate I said in a stage whisper, taking a hesitant
step towards him. Our parents are right downstairs.
He cocked his head to the side. Oh, please. This place
is massive. They wont hear anything. Besides, they hardly
ever come up here anyway.
I sat on the edge of the bed, facing him. I know this is
obviously something we both want to keep doing, butdo
you really think its a good idea?
He reached over and pulled me down, and I collapsed
next to him, basking in the heat radiating from his hard,
sexy body. Probably not, but I thought you liked being a
bad girl these days, he murmured, nibbling on my ear.
And then the magic started all over again
CHAPTER ELEVEN
NATE
Well, it was official. Lauren and I had finally dropped all
pretenses of being friends and were now spending
practically every spare moment we got alone screwing our
brains out like horny rabbits.
Fuck the consequences. We hadnt been caught by
anyone yet, and if we ever did get caught, wellwed cross
that bridge when we came to it.
Id honestly thought we could be platonic friends after
the shitty night shed had with Eric, but when wed both
realized we still wanted each other, all bets were off. She
was concerned our parents would find out, and I was too
but not enough to keep my hands off her luscious body.
Today she had to go to some dress fitting for the
the voice in her head; give her the fantasy of my hands all
over her smooth curves. I could make that happen, and I
was sure as shit gonna do it.
I hate you so much for doing this, she hissed, but I
heard the divider go up.
Awyou hate me? Just when I thought wed become
friends, I replied, my tone mocking her with each word.
Dont worry, babeyou wont hate me in a few minutes.
Promise.
I will if Im late and my Mom figures out why.
Are your panties off yet?
I heard a slight scuffling sound in the background before
her breathy voice returned. Uh-huh.
Are your eyes closed?
Uh-huh.
Good. Are you touching yourself?
Umno.
cock into her willing pussy, just like I had so many times
now. It wasnt something I could imagine getting sick of
anytime soon. Or ever.
Now, I said. Your eyes are closed. Pretend its me in
there with you. Pretend its my hand between your legs.
Slide one finger just inside your pussy, right at the
entrance.
She didnt reply, but she was breathing heavily. Good
sign.
Now slip it in a little further, in and out, in and out. Its
me there, remember? I want you to come on my hands, just
like you have so many other times.
Ohh she moaned. I dont want to comenot yet.
Press your palm against your clit, I ordered. Grind
yourself against it. Now.
She whimpered, and I continued to murmur in her ear.
God, youre beautiful. Keep moving your hand against your
clit. Gentle, babereal gentle. Do you want me, Lauren?
Mmmyes.
You taste so good. But I need more now. I need you to
come for me. Now, Lauren.
She did.
I heard her arch and moan again, louder this time,
before slumping back on the seat, panting heavily as she
tried to regain her breath. Her gasps dissolved into long
whimpers of bliss, and the sound alone was enough to
send me over the edge too, my climax rushing up my cock
in a warm torrent.
Oh, fuck, Lauren, I groaned, closing my eyes and lying
back on the bed. A sheen of sweat coated my face, and I
wondered what Lauren looked like right now. Probably the
same as me. Sweaty. Messy. Hot. Completely and utterly
spent.
A noise from somewhere in the room startled me, and I
sat bolt upright only to come face to face with Mary the
maid.
the door.
Uhyou need something? I asked. Seriously, you
can do my sheets later. Its cool.
Actually, she said, taking a slow step towards me. I
was wondering if maybe there was something you need
from me.
It was then that I noticed shed undone the first few
buttons on her work blouse. She winked. A sensuous move
meant to entice. Bold pink lips tipped up at the corners as
she smiled, and she leaned forward, her cleavage on full
display in her black blouse.
Errno thanks, Mary. Im not interested.
She pouted for a second and straightened up before
leaving with a mumbled apology, and I locked the door
behind her this time. Jesus. Some women had no shame
whatsoever.
I thought about calling Lauren back and explaining why
Id suddenly hung up, but there was no point. She would
CHAPTER TWELVE
LAUREN
The dress fitting was boring as hell compared to the
limo ride on the way there. Frickin Nate and his sexfiendishness. He just had to tease me and drive me crazy
and it had been incredible.
Aside from the part where hed hung up in my ear just
as I was coming.
Id just managed to slide my panties back on and pat
my hair down before the driver stopped and opened the
door for me, and my Mom had noticed my flushed cheeks
like, fuck you, Im from the Jordane family, I can buy your
whole family, so piss off. At the time I thought it was
hilarious, but now I just think its sad that kids can actually
say stuff like that and not realize how problematic it is.
Pretty deep thoughts for an eighteen year old playboy,
I said, my eyes crinkling up around the sides. But Im
flattered my Mom and I helped you think of something.
He shrugged. I dont know if I could really do it.
Well, what degree are you enrolled in?
Business.
College doesnt start for like, two months. Im pretty
sure you can change your preferences.
Its not that Im worried about. Its my Dad. Can you
imagine his reaction if I told him I wanted to study some sort
of artistic bullshit like filmmaking?
Dont call it bullshit. Its not. Its something you want to
do. I think hed be happy to know that theres something you
Chapter THIRTEEN
NATE
Fuck.
I had no idea what exactly was going on, but if my Dad
wanted to talk to both me and Lauren about it, then I had a
pretty good feeling I knew what it was. Mary must have
accidentally walked into my room a lot earlier than I thought
she had, and she must have overheard my whole phone
sex conversation. Id said Laurens name a few times, so
shed probably correctly assessed that we were screwing
like bunnies and decided to tell my father.
That bitch. She was probably mad that Id rejected her
advances, and now she wanted to get me in as much
trouble as she could.
My fathers expression softened as he saw Laurens
face. Dont worry, Lauren, you havent done anything
you like.
She shook her head and wiped her crocodile tears
away, and he nodded curtly. Thats all right. Ill repeat what
you told me earlier for you. Lauren, while you were heading
to your dress fitting earlier on, Mary walked in on Nate on
the phone. She said he was partly undressed and in a
errstate of arousal. He was clearly engaging in some sort
of phone sex or whatever you call it, but he hung up when
she walked in. He approached her and told her that part of
her job is to satisfy him, and when she resisted he became
aggressive and pinned her against the wall. He threatened
her by telling her he would make sure she lost her job if she
didntfinish him off, so to speak. He forced her to perform
certain sexual acts on him.
Fucking bullshit! I said.
Laurens face paled, and she visibly crumpled. Up until
now, shed been on my side, but the mention of the phone
sex while she was on her way to the boutique had clearly
Your father cant know about this, she said. Hes very
set in his ways, and hes convinced that girl is telling the
truth. But meIm not so sure. Ive seen the way youve
been with Lauren for the last few weeks. Youre a good kid.
I can tell because I raised one. Youre more similar to her
than you know.
If only she knew what Lauren and I had really been up to.
Bet she wouldnt be calling either of us good kids then.
So you believe me?
She hesitated. I really want to, Nate. I tried talking to
your father about it but he shot me down. Hes convinced
you did this. ButI just cant watch him throw his own son
out like this. Here.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. My
old house still hasnt sold yet. It isnt much, and its certainly
not what youre used to, but you can stay there for now if
you need to.
I narrowed my eyes. Surely this was a trick. Some sort
Fuck.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LAUREN
Youre never ready for a traumatic event. No amount of
planning or thinking about it can stave off the shock and
sorrow when something bad happens. You just have to let it
wash over you, let it happen, let it get to youlet yourself
grieve. I hadnt been ready to hear what Nate had done,
and I was still numb even though two weeks had since
passed.
Part of me thought he couldnt possibly have done what
Mary said, but another part told me I had to be wrong. Why
would she make it up? How could someone fake such
genuine emotion? My Mom seemed to think that she might
be lying, but she didnt know what I knew. I knew that Nate
really had been jerking off while he was on the phone to me
while I was on my way to the fitting, so how else would Mary
banged.
Hed tried to call me a few times, but Id ignored it and
blocked his number. He could still text me, but they went
unread before I deleted them. Id even blocked him on all
my social media accounts. Id fallen for his crap once, and I
wasnt going to do it again, no matter how I felt about him.
After hed rescued me from the situation with Eric, Id
honestly thought there was some good in him. Now I
couldnt help but think hed only done it to get what he
wanted - me in his bedagain. As if once at that party
hadnt been enough. Id rejected him after that and sullied
his reputation, and hed obviously wanted to prove that he
could still have me the same way he could have anyone
else.
God, why was I so frickin stupid?
So, you and Nate, Cassie said. Tell me what
happened.
We were sitting cross-legged by the pool, watching as
around my clit.
I kicked the water in the pool and sighed. Maybe it was
time to come clean.
I haltingly filled Cassie in on everything that had
happened between us, punctuating each sentence with, I
things.
She shook her head. No. He was spending so much
time with you. Any other girl would have thought you guys
were actually going somewhere. Exclusively.
She joined me in kicking the water and then sighed.
Then again, I guess you have a point. Its Nate. I cant
believe he actually did that to the maid, though. I know hes
a prick, but jeez.
I know.
Think about it this way, she said. Your Mom is about
to marry his Dad. You guys would be stepsiblings. It
couldnt have gone anywhere because of that anyway,
yknow? Thats why you didnt want anyone to know about
you two hooking up in the first place, right?
I nodded slowly. Yeah.
I mean, I know you arent actually related or grew up
together or whateverbut still. People wouldnt be too
pleased to find out. Its probably for the best that this
all insecure knowing that maids and other chicks are hitting
on me when you arent around. Its you I want, and they can
all fuck off. Its only you.
I shook my head. I know you, Nate. Theres no way Im
the only girl. I know we never spoke about it, but
My voice trailed off. It was too late for the whole
exclusivity talk. Too much had happened, and it didnt
matter anymore.
Its the truth. Since Erics party, its only been you, he
said.
He reached down with one hand and trailed a finger
down the front of my dress, and I looked at my feet, mind
whirling with possibilities as my skin tingled where he was
touching me. He seemed so genuine, so sinceremaybe
he was being honest. Yves certainly seemed to believe him.
So did my Mom. Id heard her arguing with Richard, trying
to convince him to give Nate a chance, but he wouldnt
budge. Id even begun to worry that theyd call the wedding
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
NATE
Good job, buddy. You can go.
My boss Eddie patted me on the back, and I nodded at
him before removing my work shirt and slipping back into a
T-shirt. What a fall from grace. Nate Sloane, working at a
catering company and serving the very people I used to
mingle with. Who would have fuckin believed that in a
million years?
Since being cut off from all my funds, Id needed to get a
job. All Id had on me when my Dad kicked me out was a
hundred bucks in my wallet, and that wasnt enough to live
on. I was damned lucky Anne was letting me crash at her
old place or Id have been really screwed. Id made dozens
of calls to my friends parents who owned companies and
other connections I had, looking for work, but theyd all been
unable to help as theyd so delicately put it.
My father had blacklisted me. No one in the business
world would hire me, and besides, why would they? All I had
was a high school diploma and zero references. To add to
all of that, my so-called friends hadnt even offered to help
me out in any way.
Yves had made some calls and gotten me the catering
gig, and while it was a crappy job with even crappier pay, I
was still grateful to him. It was something, even if it wasnt
much. I was basically a glorified waiter or kitchen-hand - I
served trays of food at parties, cleared away dishes,
cleaned those dirty dishesyou get the drift. Id never really
known how hard it was to be on my feet working all the time
until now, and never before had I appreciated all the staff Id
always had at my disposal so much.
My coworkers were okay. Not the most ambitious
bunch, but at least they treated me with respect. Some of
them knew who I was, and they thought I was working the
job as some sort of joke at first, but it didnt take them long
to realize I was pretty serious about needing the work. I
kept my head down, did whatever tasks I was told to, and I
never complained. At least not out loud. I hated the situation
I was in, but it wasnt like I had much choice at the moment
unless I wanted to starve and live on the streets.
The idea of going to college and making socially-aware
documentary films was slowly fading before my eyes with
each plate I scrubbed clean. I didnt need to make a
documentary about class differences and how those
considered lower on the food chain were treated by others;
hell, I was living it. Like I said, my coworkers treated me
with respect, but holy shit, the clients could be such
assholes.
Some of them talked down to us, as if we were stupid
just because we worked a low-paying job, and the rest just
ignored us and acted like we werent there. Like we werent
even worthy of a simple smile or a thank you. Every so
often a polite guest at an event would actually say thanks,
above them? It took all the effort I had to not punch the
snobby pricks who talked down to us at work. But this was
my life now, and I had to get used to it.
I waved to Eddie and yawned before sliding on my
sunglasses and heading across the street to my car. After
sneaking into my Dads party last night so I could talk to
Lauren, Id had to head straight to work at a massive gala
that ended up going till the early hours of the morning. The
cleanup had taken hours, and now it was already seven
A.M. and I still hadnt slept yet.
A familiar red head popped into my vision, and I
squinted up ahead of me. No way. It was Mary. That bitch.
She was the reason Id lost everything. My father, my trust
fundand Lauren. After everything that had happened,
shed made it pretty clear she wanted nothing to do with
me, even if she believed that I hadnt done anything.
Rage boiled up in me, and I strode towards Mary,
fuming. I would never hit a woman, and she was fucking
father.
I drained my coffee cup, left some cash on the table for
the waitress and then left, keeping my shoulders hunched
forward and my head down so Mary and Laurens father
wouldnt notice me. I could have confronted them, but like
hell they were going to tell me anything. If anything, itd
make things worse. Who knew what they were capable of?
As I headed towards my car, the conversation Id
overheard played in my mind, over and over. I still couldnt
figure out how theyd worked so fast at installing Mary as a
maid at the summer house. Perhaps Laurens father had
somehow seduced Mary after shed started, targeting her
because she was young and dumb. He could have put the
idea in her head to accuse me of sexual assault, and shed
split the cash with him in return for his advice. Hed
probably also coached her into being able to produce fake
tears on command to make her story believable. But now
now it sounded like they were plotting something far more
sinister. Now it seemed like they were going after Lauren.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LAUREN
I yawned as I steered my car out of the driveway,
covering my mouth with one hand. God, I was tired as hell.
After Cassie and I had abandoned the masquerade party
last night, wed chatted inside for a while and then gone to
bed, but the raucous laughter from party guests outside had
drifted in the window all night, ensuring I only slept properly
for about three hours.
The staff had spent all night cleaning up after the last
guests had departed, and when Id woken up at six, it was
like the party had never happened. Like magic, everything
was neat and spotless again.
I would have slept in past six, but I needed to be ready
and at the train station by seven-thirty so I could catch the
train into Boston. As I drove, I thought about my encounter
with Nate last night, and I winced as the cold harsh light of
day hit me with a dose of reality. God, Id been a bitch to
him. I just couldnt help it. The last few weeks had been a
damn emotional rollercoaster. Id gone from believing and
defending him to not believing him, and after our talk last
night I was back to believing him again. The whole thing
was doing a number on my sanity levels, and while Id felt
like I really needed to tell him to stay away from me before I
lost my mind, I still felt bad. I hadnt even asked him how he
was doing ever since being cut off from his money.
I shouldve asked. I shouldve offered help. Maybe I had
changed. Maybe living in the upscale world of elites was
turning me into a selfish monster. Cringing at the thought of
turning into one of those people I hated, I vowed to call Nate
as soon as I got to Boston and apologize for what Id said
the night before. If he really hadnt done anything to Mary,
then he needed all the help and support he could get,
regardless of the drama it might bring into my life.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized he was
right about Mary. There was just something off about her,
and shed been acting strangely for a while now. Every time
I happened to glance at her in the summer house, Id catch
her looking at me, and shed abruptly turn away as if to
pretend like she hadnt been staring. Why was she so
interested in me?
Not only that, shed said something weird last night
when Cassie and I were on our way upstairs. I couldnt quite
put my finger on it, but there was just something off about
what shed asked me. I replayed the conversation in my
head, chewing on my lip as I tried to figure out exactly what
was bothering me.
your room at eleven, but she was saying she wanted to get
everything done a few hours earlier tomorrow. What time
will you be leaving in the morning? I figured if youre gone
early enough, shell be able to do it without disturbing
you.
Ohumwell, my train leaves at seven-thirty, so Ill
probably leave here at around seven. So she can
definitely do my room early if she wants. I wont be
around.
All right. Ill let Glenda know.
After that, shed given me another smile and hurried
downstairs. I hadnt thought much about it at the time
because Id been with Cassie, but something about Marys
line of questioning bothered me. Glenda always did my
room at the exact same time, so why would she suddenly
need to do everything earlier? Maybe she had to leave
work early or something, but why wouldnt she have just
asked me herself if that was the case? Not only that, Mary
just seemed so fake when she talked to me. Overly-
pocket.
He pressed a finger to my lips. Dont you scream now,
Lauren. Like I said, Daddy just wants to spend some time
with his little girl. You understand?
I nodded dumbly, tears pricking at the back of my eyes.
Well, lets not stand around, he said, smile still intact. It
didnt meet his eyes, and my stomach lurched. Get in.
He motioned to a car near mine; a silver SUV, and I
cast my eyes helplessly around the parking lot. If I could just
catch one persons eye and signal that I was in trouble,
maybe theyd help me. But there was no one around, and
besides, the gun in my fathers pocket was enough to stop
me. I had no idea what he was capable of.
I said get in the car, he hissed, roughly shoving me
towards the back passenger door.
My entire body trembled as I climbed in, and as soon as
he was in the drivers seat, he activated the child locks on
the doors. I was trapped.
with her, and when I heard she was starting work for
Richard Sloane, I figured Id take the opportunity to exploit
things a little. Just so happened to be a stellar coincidence
that your mother was about to marry the guy. Wasnt hard to
get Mary on board. I was always good at seducing little
whores. Your mother was one of em.
Dont call her that, I said, heat rising in my cheeks.
He chuckled again. Its true. And look at her now,
whoring herself out for a billionaire. I think theres a term for
that. Gold-digger.
I ignored him. There was no point arguing. He was
clearly a psychopathic narcissist, and there was no
reasoning with people like him.
I did some mental calculations to figure out how long it
would take for anyone to even notice I was missing, and my
whole body went cold. As far as everyone knew, I was
going to be in Boston for the next three days. Three days
was a long time. My father could have taken me anywhere
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
NATE
I tried calling my father, but as usual, he refused to take
my calls. Then I tried Lauren. No answer. I tried Anne as
well, but her phone was off. Finally, I called Yves, and
thankfully he answered.
Yves, I need to speak to either my Dad or Anne. Or
Lauren. Are they at the summer house? Ive been trying to
call them but no one is picking up, I said.
No, he said. Your father is out playing golf, and Anne
is sleeping. She wasnt feeling very well after the party last
night. And you know very well that your father wouldnt
answer your calls anyway.
What about Lauren?
Shes headed to Boston for a few days to visit the
apartment.
He paused for a moment, obviously just registering the
urgency in my voice. Nate, what is this about?
I cant explain over the phone. Youll think Im crazy. Im
coming up there.
I dont think
His voice was cut off as I hung up, and I gunned the
engine to my car and sped all the way up to the summer
house. Lucky it was still early so no cops were around to
pull me over at the speed I was going.
Yves heard me pull into the driveway, and he came
outside and walked towards my car, frown on his face.
Nate, what are you doing here? You know what your
father said. You cant let him see you here.
I dont care, I said, striding past him and into the
house. He hurried after me and watched as I took a seat in
the downstairs sitting room. The same room where my
father had cut me off just a couple of weeks ago.
Cnt tlk atm. Lots of loud ppl on the train. Tlk l8a.
Bullshit, I said. This isnt Lauren. She doesnt text like
this. She always writes things out properly, even texts.
Someone must have her phone and theyre replying to
messages pretending to be her.
My fathers smile faltered, just for a second. Nate, she
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
NATE
All I could think of as I sped down the highway was
Lauren. The way her hair smelled, the way her skin felt
against mine, the way her brown eyes sparkled whenever
she was happy. I knew that the cabin was where her father
would be hiding her. I didnt know how I knew it, but I just
did. Instinct again.
Id already come so close to losing her, and there was
no way I was going to let that happen again. She was mine,
and if I had it my way she always would be. No crazy
fathers, maids or ex-friends of mine were going to get in the
way of that. My heart hammered in my chest as I drove, and
I knew it wouldnt stop until she was safe in my arms again.
her go.
I jerked my head towards Lauren, and Mark scoffed.
You think Im fuckin stupid? The minute I let her go,
shell go running to the cops and tell em where I am.
I shook my head. Were in the middle of nowhere. Itll
take her hours to walk back into the city. By the time shes
told anyone, you and I are outta here. I have a lot of
contacts, man. My Dad and I have a house down in
southern California, and I know some guys just across the
border in TJ. They can help you get out of the country once
my old mans coughed up. Fake passports, fake ID cards.
You know the drill.
Why the fuck would you help me? he spat. He jabbed
the gun into Lauren again, harder this time, and she
moaned in pain.
Because, I said, staring straight at her. I love her.
Mark laughed. How fucking sweet. You love her, huh?
Yes.
He rubbed his chin with his spare hand and nodded. All
right, then. Why dont you get over here so I can take a
proper look at you?
I slowly stepped towards him, keeping my eyes trained
on the gun. I knew he was full of shit. He had no intention of
letting Lauren go, and he was playing along with me so he
could get close enough to either seriously hurt me or
straight up shoot me. Right now I was too far away for him
to get in a decent shot while holding Lauren in front of him. It
was throwing off his balance.
Lauren stared at me anxiously, a question in her eyes.
She had to be wondering what the hell I was doing. I barely
knew what I was doing myself. A semblance of a plan was
forming in my head, but itd only work if she immediately
realized what I was doing and helped out. She will, I told
myself. Shes the smartest person you know.
As I took another step, my eyes briefly flickered up and
to the side over Marks shoulder, as if Id seen something
CHAPTER NINETEEN
LAUREN
I watched my Mom leave my room after hugging and
kissing me goodnight for what felt like the millionth time
since wed finally arrived home. The door closed with a soft
click behind her, and a hunger grew in me by leaps and
bounds. I seriously needed help. Therapy might be a nice
start, and after my biological father had tried to kidnap me,
Mom and Richard were insisting I get some. But that wasnt
why I needed help. Despite the crazy, terrifying nightmare
Id just been through, all I could think about was getting laid.
Yep, I had sex on the brain.
Seeing Nate come charging in to my rescue like that
while declaring his love for me had made my stomach do
somersaults and my heart do backflips. If Id ever had any
standing there.
Thought Id come say goodnight and see how youre
feeling, he said, eyes twinkling.
I sighed and beckoned him over. I dont know. I feel
strangely fine. Shouldnt I be traumatized or something?
Shouldnt I be sitting in a corner balled up and crying?
He padded over to me and sat down. Youre probably
in shock or something. Right now you just look tired. Or like
you need a nice hot bath.
His last sentence sounded more like an invitation than a
suggestion, and I blushed. As much as I was craving sex
right now, it was such a bad time. Wed both had the
wildest, most dangerous experience of our lives today, and
not in a good way. The best thing for us to do now was rest
and try to process everything that had happened.
NateI know you told me to forget it, but I cant. Ive
been horrible to you. I should have believed you the other
week. Instead I cut you out. Im sorry. Ive been selfish, and I
against my clit.
He pulled away for a moment as another groan rumbled
from deep in his chest, and then he was plunging into me,
stretching me until I thought I might scream. He began to
punctuate each movement with a low groan, and he was so
hot and hard that I couldnt resist letting out a howl of
pleasure as he sank into me, again and again. Stroke after
stroke and thrust after thrust, he filled me with pulsating
pleasure until I felt another pressure building deep within,
and soon I was on the edge of release again.
Oh, god! I cried. Yes! Fuck me fuck me harder!
God, I hoped no one could hear us.
My back arched with pleasure as waves of warmth
began to crash down over me, and I pumped my body back
onto his cock as much as I could, my hips pulsing and
grinding with each motion. Bliss built in every muscle of my
body as stars seemed to explode in front of my hazy eyes,
and a low animal sound escaped my mouth as his cock slid
CHAPTER TWENTY
LAUREN
Rays of early morning sunlight peeked through the
curtains, and my hands tunneled through Nates hair,
bringing him close to me for a hard wake up kiss. It was the
third morning in a row that Id woken up to him in my bed.
He responded in kind, and we writhed and twisted
together under the sheets. I wrapped my legs around his
waist and rubbed my swollen pussy on his cock, and he
groaned.
Fuck. Its six A.M., Lauren. Youre killing me.
I giggled, and after grabbing a condom he rolled his
hips and drove his cock straight into me, sinking into my
pussy like an anchor. All thoughts of anything else went out
expected Richard to lie and say that there had never been
any issues between him and Nate, but instead he
swallowed his mouthful of food and answered honestly,
albeit delicately.
Its true that my son and I have had some problems
recently. But weve talked through them and resolved them
now, as all families should when they encounter problems.
How wonderful, Stella said. Now, to our real man of
the hour.Nate, darling, how does it feel to be a hero?
What made you go and rescue Lauren like that?
She was practically purring at him, and I caught my
Moms eye and gave her a tight smile. The whole thing was
so ridiculous. Nate cleared his throat.
Well, I dont know if Id really call what I did heroic. I
realized she was in danger and I did what I thought I should
do. I couldnt let anything happen. I love her.
I almost dropped my cutlery. Had he really just said
that? Stella arched an eyebrow.
me.
Do you think youll need some sort of counselling after
what you went through? Post-traumatic stress is a real
thing, you know.
Richard held his hand up. Excuse me, Stella. Lauren
doesnt have to answer anything like that.
Oh, of course, she replied with a simpering smile. Im
sorry for overstepping. Now, Im going to want some photos
of the four of you together, and also a few of just Nate and
Lauren together. But that can wait until were all finished
eating, of course.
I stood up abruptly, throwing my napkin down on my
plate. Please excuse me for a moment.
I turned and walked inside as fast as I could without
looking like I was running away from the media breakfast. I
didnt actually need to use the bathroom, but I stepped into
the nearest one I could find; a small marble-interior room
just beyond the kitchen. My hands shook as I ran the water
CHAPTER TWENTY-One
NATE
Lauren sat across from me in the sitting room, her face
pale. Anne was standing, her body rigid and her face even
paler. My father paced about the room, his knuckles white
as he gripped the newspaper before slamming it down on
the coffee table before us. The front page article today was
by Stella Bowman surprise, surprise and it was titled
BROTHERLY LOVE INDEED Candid Pictures Capture
A Sordid Affair.
Right there on the front page was the photo of me and
Lauren making out in the bathroom during the media
breakfast yesterday morning. Lauren turned her face away
and then looked at her feet. This must have been hell for
is different.
Bullshit, I replied. Its no different. Lauren and I love
each other, and thats that. Were not breaking up, and I
dont care what you do. Cut me off, disown me again. Its
fine. I handled it on my own just fine last time you did that,
and I can do it again. As long as I get to be with her and
take care of her.
With that I stormed out of the room and headed
upstairs. Fuck this shit. What made them think it was okay
to tell us our feelings werent valid simply because they
were older than us and supposedly knew better? Especially
my father. Hed been married five times so far, and four of
those marriages had been total bullshit. If anything, he was
the one who didnt know shit about love.
I lit a cigarette to calm my nerves and sat on the end of
my bed, contemplating my next course of action. Someone
knocked at my door a moment later, and assuming it was
Lauren come to cry on my shoulder, I called out. Come in!
probably make him even angrier. But really, Nate, you all
need to talk.
I just dont get why everyone is so up in arms about it.
Lauren isnt my real sister. We didnt grow up together.
Theres nothing taboo about what weve been doing.
He arched an eyebrow. Then why did you hide it for so
long?
He had a point, and I had zero response. He leaned
closer to me. You know, youre both lucky you werent
discovered earlier than this. You didnt exactly hide it too
well.
You knew?
Of course I did. I know everything that goes on in this
house.
He grabbed the tumbler of scotch from my hands and
took a sip himself before sighing deeply. Nate, theres
something you should hear. The feelings you have for
Lauren may very well be real, but that doesnt mean others
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
LAUREN
The look on my Moms face when shed found out about
Nate and me had said it all. She was hurt. Angry.
Disappointed. All I could think of was how stupid wed
been. Wed been so brazen with our behavior, running off to
the bathroom and hooking up with half the citys top
reporters right outside.
How could we have been so dumb? Wed been so
blinded by our lust that we hadnt even considered that
someone might walk in. I was meant to be the stereotypical
smart nerdy girl, but right now I was just an idiot. I supposed
I couldnt blame myself too much, though. After all the crap
Id been through in the last few days, my mind was all over
the place. I wasnt thinking straight, and it wasnt all that
surprising that Id made such a dumb decision. But still. I
dog eyes that she was casting around the room now. Either
way, Id been too scared to tell her.
Her phone buzzed, and left the room for a moment.
When she returned, she looked at Nate.
Nate, your father has scheduled a press conference.
Hell be on national television in a few hours to make a
statement to his shareholders about thisthis scandal.
With that, she swept out of the room, and the next few
hours crawled by. Nate and I held hands, but neither of us
spoke a word. We didnt know what the future held. What if
our parents called off their engagement all because of us? I
hadnt even considered that, but now guilt was worming its
way into my guts, chewing up my insides till I felt hollow. Not
only that, Richard had mentioned something about his
shareholders probably being upset after the news of our
relationship broke. For all we knew, everyone was going to
sell their stocks all at once, and Scion was going to go
under. It was a worst-case scenario, but it could happen.
Then it would be all my fault that thousands of people lost
their jobs.
My Mom returned and switched on the flat-screen TV,
and she flicked through the channels until she found the
right one. She nervously picked at her nails, and another
pang of guilt bit at me. She was so anxious, so scared, and
it was all my fault.
Richards voice boomed through the room from the TV
a moment later.
Good evening, everyone. Thank you for being here.
Now, I wont beat around the bush. You all know why Im
here. By now the story of my son and my fiances
daughters relationship has gone viral, so to speak. Im
hearing a lot of negativity about it.
He paused, and my heart raced frantically in my chest
like the wings of a trapped bird.
Ive called this meeting to personally address Scions
shareholders concerning this incident. I was only made
aware of the relationship between my son and Lauren
CHAPTER TWENTYTHREE
NATE
Ten months later
Does this look okay?
Lauren smoothed down her black pencil skirt and
looked at me in the mirror, her eyes wide with anxiety.
I hate it. You should take it off right now, I said with a
smirk, moving right behind her and sliding the zip halfway
down.
She glared at me in the mirror. Nate, be serious for
once. I need to look professional when I start this internship
at your Dads company.
you.
Wow, you really are a girl.
I playfully slapped her ass. I was just about to give you a
surprise, but if youre going to keep being a bitch to me,
you arent going to get it.
She raised her eyebrows. Let me guessthe surprise
is in your pants? Because let me tell you, thats no surprise.
Im already touching it.
I chuckled. No. But youre going to have to take that
skirt off and put something more comfortable on.
Something you can travel in.
Nate, my internship starts in two weeks. I cant go
running off somewhere.
Oh, yes you can, I said. Two weeks is plenty.
She sighed and shook her head, then smiled. Okay.
Enlighten me. Where are we going?
Thats the surprise, I said. Now pack your bags.
She pouted, hating the fact that I knew at least one thing
she didnt. I unzipped the skirt the rest of the way and pulled
it down, and she sighed with pleasure as I rolled a thumb
over her clit.
God, Nate, she said. Are you always going to be this
horny?
I leaned down and brushed my lips over her ear. You
wouldnt like me if I wasnt.
CHAPTER TWENTYFOUR
LAUREN
We were in France. In Nice, to be precise. Just when Id
thought things couldnt get any better, Nate went and
whisked me halfway across the world. Id always dreamed
of vacationing along the French Riviera, and now here we
were. Id never even told Nate that I wanted to come here,
but it was like he could just see inside my mind and know
exactly what it took to make me happy.
My life was crazily good now. Last year had been the
most screwed up, harrowing year of my young life. Id
survived having my heart shattered and then put back
together again, a kidnapping attempt and a date rape