The Revenge Pact (Kings of Football #1) - Ilsa Madden-Mills Page 0,42
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“Who’s baby boy?”
“My nephew.” She brushes unseen lint off her dress.
“You don’t have siblings.”
“Don’t I?” She shrugs. “Family can be anyone.”
“You said you have no real family but your parents.”
“Oh, that. I barely recall you being at my house.” Her green eyes finally meet mine and my body tightens.
“Don’t believe you, Anastasia.”
“Am I a hurricane today? Do you feel calm…right now?”
“As it happens, I do not.” My hands clench. “I have a lot on my mind.”
The doors open on the second floor, and Audrey, Mellany, and Harper get on as a wave of perfume drifts in. They rush around me, but my eyes are on her.
She smirks and sticks her tongue out at me. Then she mouths something inaudible, and dammit, I can’t read lips. She makes a gagging expression as Audrey plasters herself against me and hangs on my arm.
That little… My lips twitch. She’s fucking with me.
Audrey’s talking about the party and What should I wear, River? like I care, and I nod in all the right places but can’t stop glancing at Anastasia. What will she do next? She’s a little unpredictable, to be honest.
The girls bombard me with compliments I barely hear (I don’t buy it, never have) then with questions. Do I have a date for the party? No. Do I want to go with them as a group? Sorry, I’m hanging with my guys. Am I going on the ski trip? Yeah. They make a plan for us to hang out on the slopes. I give a noncommittal reply, my fingers twisting my ring like crazy.
They get off on their floor, and I don’t miss when Harper flashes her bracelet at us. Just before the door shuts, I hear her say, “Girls, Ana didn’t get into Harvard and I did.” She lets out a tinkling laugh and says more, but the sound disappears as the doors snick closed.
Anastasia dips her head, her hair hiding her face as a long exhalation comes from her. Her hands clench her backpack straps, the tips of her fingers whitening.
I’m in front of her before I know what’s happening. “It’s okay. I’m here. Three things, three things, Anastasia. Tell me.”
Her chin tilts up, a slight mist in her eyes. “River…”
“Don’t let her get to you.”
She blinks rapidly. “I’ve heard worse from her. Sly digs, little comments at parties. But how does she know?”
My chest tightens. I have an idea. “Harvard hurts you.”
“Like a knife in my back. Did Donovan tell her?”
“Three things, Anastasia. Tell me.”
She chews on her red lips. “You tell me three things today. Maybe if I can live vicariously through the most popular guy on campus…” Her voice trails off, her jaw popping as if she’s holding back emotion.
“Alright.” I count them down on my fingers. “I found Hollis’s secret stash of Ding Dongs—they were under his bed, so typical—I remembered underwear this morning, and Crew made omelets for breakfast.” I pause. “Your turn.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“Why is the elevator so slow?” she mutters.
“Tell me three things. Please.”
She does a double take. “Is this where I’m like your…pet project? Don’t feel sorry for me.”
Rainbow, sorry is the last thing I feel for you.
I want you under me.
Deep and hard.
There aren’t enough minutes in the day for how long I want to fuck you.
She blows out a breath. “Fine. I can see you aren’t going to budge. One, June is still around. Sam is keeping her low key. Two, I finished my paper, and three, I got off work to go on the ski trip.”
I get hung up on the last one. “You’re going?”
“Mhmm. I’m not on the same flight as you guys, but yeah.”
“You ski?”
“I plan to sit in the hot tub and drink. Kidding—I can ski.”
“How are things with Donovan?”
Her throat bobs. “I-I can’t talk to you about him. I mean, yeah, um, it…doesn’t feel right, you know, to him.” A sigh escapes her lips.
The door opens and she slips out, her arm brushing against my chest. I follow, sucking down the electricity between us. “Right. I just wanted to check in—”
“I know what this is, why you’re being nice to me—”
“Yeah? Tell me, because I can’t figure it out,” I snap, annoyed she won’t open up while the other side is pissed at myself for asking. “Trust me, I wish I didn’t…” I stop, my jaw clenching.
She stops at the door to class and turns to face me. Her expression torn, she takes a deep breath. “Your paper. I’m sorry I can’t help you,