Cruel Prince(Royal Hearts Academy #1) - A. Jade Page 0,72
eyes. Subtlety has never been Jace’s strong suit.
Quickly, I turn off the sink and forgo drying my hands. The last thing I want to hear is Jace and Britney going at it.
“And if I’m not?”
Dammit. I’m too curious for my own good. I press my ear to the door on the opposite side of the bathroom so I can hear them better.
“It’s no skin off my balls.” Something jingles. Possibly a belt buckle? “Your friend Casey told me she’d be up for whatever I want, whenever I want, so I’ll hang out with her tonight.”
Harsh. Although I’d give almost anything to see the look on Britney’s face right now.
“Are you serious?” Britney screeches. “I can’t believe that dumb slut is trying to screw my boyfriend behind my back.”
Your hoes ain’t loyal, Brit-Brit.
I slap a hand over my mouth so I don’t laugh, but Jace’s next words have my jaw dropping.
“Retract the claws. I’m not your boyfriend, remember?”
Jesus. To be a fly on the wall of this shitshow.
She sighs. “I know, babe. I just…it’s a girl thing. Casey crossed the line.” Her voice becomes breathy. “But let’s not talk about her anymore, birthday boy.” She giggles. “I wore those little pink panties you like.”
It’s all I can do not to gag as I retreat. It’s definitely time to go.
“Not interested,” he grits through his teeth.
I scurry back to the door.
“Right. As usual, you just want to sit back while I give you head,” she grumbles. “Not to be a bitch, but I’m getting really sick and tired of being a blow-up doll. Once upon a time, you were interested in more than my mouth.”
I cringe. Fairy tales, blow-up dolls, and Britney make for a bad visual.
“Look, I’ve never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to.” The mattress creaks. “Suck me off, or don’t, I no longer give a fuck. I’m over your bullshit.”
“Oh my God, it’s her. Isn’t it? Ever since she came back…we haven’t.” Britney sounds like she’s a razor’s edge away from crying. “You don’t want me anymore, do you?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jace growls. “Shut the fuck up.”
“If I’m wrong, then prove it. Fuck me right here, right now. Just like you used to before she showed up.”
My heart twists and I place my hand on the door, as though that alone could stop him.
Don’t do it, Jace.
I’m not sure what’s happening, because they stop talking.
Which can only mean one thing.
A green tinge of jealousy clouds my vision as the seconds tick by.
Just when I’ve lost all hope, Jace grinds out, “You’re right. You don’t do it for me anymore.”
I let out the breath I was holding.
“You’re lying,” Britney hisses. “Look at me and look at her. There’s no way in hell any guy with a pulse would choose that over me.”
Jace laughs but there isn’t any humor behind it. “There’s something wrong with your head, Brit.”
“There’s something wrong with your dick, Jace,” she spits. “And that’s exactly what I’m going to tell everyone if you make me look like a fool.”
“Fuck off. The only one who makes you look like a fool is you.”
He slams the door so hard it rattles.
Oh. My. God.
I wait a few minutes before I venture downstairs again. When I do, I find Jace slamming back shots with Oakley and Cole.
Oh, boy.
“Hell yes,” Oak shouts. “About time you loosened up and had some fun, Covington.”
Forgoing the shot glass this time, Jace picks up the bottle of Jack and takes a huge swig.
My stomach drops. Jace isn’t doing this for fun. He’s doing it to get trashed and forget.
Fortunately, Cole catches on. “Slow down, bro. We have the whole night ahead of us.”
“Exactly.” Oak takes the bottle from him. “Save some for the rest of us, man.”
Jace gives them the finger and walks off.
He might not realize it yet, but all that whiskey is going to hit him in the balls soon.
Cole’s uneasy eyes lock with mine and I walk over to him and Oakley.
“Has he eaten anything tonight?”
He shrugs. “Not really. My dad took us out for dinner to celebrate, but Jace bounced before it was over.”
That’s not good.
Thinking quickly, I dig into my pocket for my phone and pull up a local pizza place.
“Hey, I’d like to order a pineapple pizza please.”
For reasons I’ll never understand, it’s Jace’s favorite.
“We’re closing in fifteen,” the guy on the phone responds.
I look at my watch and curse. “Not to be a pain, but is there any way you can make