His words, combined with the too-intimate touch trailing across my thigh made me want to reach across the seat and punch him. But then, that’s exactly why he said it.
I turned back to him, letting a mocking smile cross over my face. “Well, I for one can’t wait to go off to boarding school. I’ve seen the photos. The uniforms there are even better than the one’s at Smith’s. I’m looking forward to branching out, if you know what I mean. Guys just...don’t do it for me anymore,” I said tauntingly, looking him up and down with disdain as I shoved his hand off my leg.
His blue eyes cut across to me. “Fuck off. You’ve never been attracted to chicks.”
He said it like a statement, but I could hear the question lingering there. He didn’t know for sure, and it was killing him. As much as he liked to keep people guessing, Godfrey Taylor was obsessed about always having everyone else figured out.
I shrugged nonchalantly, and my non-answer infuriated him even more. My luck worked out for me, too, because Godfrey pulled the car to a stop, arriving at our destination. I took a deep breath, and then flung the car door open, ignoring Godfrey when he called my name. He didn’t follow after me, though. He probably didn’t want the others to know he brought me here. Coward.
But that was alright. After tonight, it wouldn’t just be the guys who were done with me. I would be done with them, too.
My stilettos sunk into the manicured lawns of Rogue Kelly’s family estate as I marched towards the front door. People were littered across the front yard, leaning against the tall fountain and stripping their clothes off to go for a dip, even though the air was chilled. The fountain was bigger than most people’s swimming pools, and I’d spent a lot of time in my childhood sitting on the edge and putting my feet in the cool water during the hot Savannah summers.
The front door to his house was propped open, and the moment I went inside, my chest started pounding in time to the loud music. The beat was energetic and hard hitting, and I immediately knew that Luis was in charge of the music. Guys and girls dressed in their sweaty best were sandwiched in, grinding against one another and clutching red cups as they moved. Rogue’s parents weren’t home, of course. They never were.
His home felt familiar, and it hadn’t changed much. An old family portrait was still hanging in the entryway. I remembered the day Rogue and his parents took that photo. It was taken in their garden outside, and we’d played hide and seek the moment they were done. There was a new ivory couch in the living room, but I recognized the Victorian rug on the floor. The guys and I had often sat there to play poker.
I made my way to the living room, trying to keep my emotions in check as memories kept punching me in the gut. I kept an eye out for any of the guys, while also trying to stay inconspicuous. I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before they found out I was here. Word traveled fast, and the people of Smith Academy liked to watch me bleed. People were already on their phones, texting frantically, shocked that I’d show my face here.
“I almost didn’t recognize you. You look like a little slut, Scar,” a voice said. Smooth lips hovered over my earlobe as warm breath traveled down my neck. I could smell his musky cologne, warm and spicy.
Luis Salvador. I’d recognize those dirty words anywhere.
Luis was the only son of Maria Salvador, real estate tycoon and owner of some of the most successful hotels and bars in the city. They were what my mama liked to call “new money,” but Maria Salvador earned every damn penny that she had. Luis once told me that she sold her soul for it.
I spun around, biting my lip when I saw him. Luis was a snob, always wearing an expensive suit. Always looking down on the world. He prided himself on looking good. You couldn’t even fault it for him, either. His confidence was infectious and addicting.
He had dark hair, cut short and styled. His tan skin and chocolate eyes always managed to pull me in. He was the fun Heir. The life of the party. The good looking boy you shouldn’t take home to