Fake Love - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,17

His grip tightened on my hand and then he spun around and sat down next to me again. He kept my hand against his chest. “I’m really sorry about the accident. I heard it was really bad. They said you should have died.”

“So I’ve heard,” I said.

“I guess forgetting everything is a step above death,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “I hope I remember someday. If not… then I start all over.”

“Well, when you’re ready to let me fuck you again, just let me know. I’m always available, and I always rise to the occasion.”

I nodded.

Easton was as rough as he was smooth.

He looked rough.

He acted smooth.

He talked rough.

Back and forth… but he and I?

Not a chance in hell.

He had never touched me, kissed me, fucked me, nothing.

This was all to get a rise out of me.

Or it was just how evil Easton truly was.

A dickhead who had no problem trying to trick someone with amnesia into sleeping with him. Trying to manipulate the memories I didn’t have for his own benefit.

I pulled my hand away from his.

He made a quick move and brushed his lips against my cheek.

“Sleep tight, Winter. Let’s see what you remember tomorrow.”

Easton stood and walked down the steps and into the night.

What he just said was neither rough nor smooth.

It was a threat.

The vodka helped.

I drowned out what happened with Noah and Easton with each sip I took.

My mind and heart battled fiercely together.

Thinking about Dad.

As much as I wanted to feel bad for him, I was pissed at him.

He always had an excuse to leave.

But when he was around, he was the best. Then again, what did that mean? Because he spoiled me?

Then there was my mother.

The woman who designed her life to cash out and live easily off of someone else’s money. All she had to do was pop out a kid and that was it.

And I was stuck in the middle of it all.

I really had no problem with it up until now.

I was going to finish studying at BFH and then get on with my life.

Where? I wasn’t sure.

Doing what? I had no idea.

But it wouldn’t have been here.

Sometimes I pictured myself working in a vet’s office.

Not as a veterinarian… but maybe.

I could do anything I wanted.

My heart ached for revenge.

There was no way Noah, Easton, and Xavier were going to get away with this.

Ever.

I cheered myself on and walked through the large beach house to the back set of stairs. They were narrow and kind of hidden.

It was a little claustrophobic going up those steps, but it took me right to my room.

My bags were on my bed.

With a note from my mother.

Make the motherfuckers pay. Don’t let me down.

Considering I never got a birthday card or a single Christmas present from her, the note was a big deal.

I crumbled it up and threw it out.

There was a large set of French doors that went out to my own private balcony.

It connected to the steps that went up or down.

Everything about the house was so beautifully designed and built.

I kept telling myself this was meant to be a rental vacation home… but I knew how BFH went. Nobody rented anything. If you wanted something, you fucking bought it. There was a sense of poorness in renting.

I mean, Trocs rented stuff. They rented houses and apartments. They rented clothes for occasions. They rented vehicles. They rented movies.

That’s not what Bumps did.

There was one time when Tasha got a small part in a shitty movie. The movie stopped filming halfway through. Tasha’s parents were so offended, they bought the rights to the movie and paid for all the production to finish it. Just so Tash didn’t feel like a failure.

Meanwhile, the Trocs were lucky to have enough money to pay rent for the month.

I wasn’t sure why that was going through my mind.

It didn’t really matter all that much.

It was how things were.

Part of me almost wished I went to BFH East. Or West.

Their drama was juicy as fuck, but nothing like what it was here.

I stepped out onto the balcony and looked at the ocean.

The view was really something.

This was home now.

For a little while.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do to Noah, Easton, and Xavier just yet. I wanted to mess with them. I wanted them to feel fear. I had to be careful though… if I went too far, they’d just try to kill me again.

There was a balance… and I’d find it.

I could balance anything as long