He holds up his hand, stopping her. “I’m… alright…” He coughs again, but it’s not as bad as before.From the tight expressions on Wyatt and my mom’s faces, but the otherwise resigned way they are reacting, I can guess this isn’t the first time this has happened.Is Isaac sick or something? Mom never
I storm back into the house, leaving Neil alone on the back patio.By now, I’m certain that my second load of laundry is ready, so I swing by the garage to pick it up. Then, I lug it upstairs to sort and fold. I haven’t gotten very far when Beau waltzes straight into my room without knocking.Grante
After an hour of sex and ten minutes of holding each other and then cleaning up, I roll over to look morosely at my ‘clean’ laundry now spread across the floor.“Am I going to have to wash this again?” I ask.“How dirty is your floor?” Beau asks.The floor, at this point, is much cleaner than the be
Everyone’s attention turns to Archer. He shrugs. “They were busy.”Beau laughs. “That’s one way of putting it.”My face burns hot. I only nearly resist the urge to smack Beau upside the head. My Mom is right there.I hope my glare tells him enough.He has the decency to stop laughing at least. He ke
“You lucky little bitch! Your mom actually married our city's billionaire! You're getting out of this shithole for good, aren't you?” My best friend, Navis, sounded a little bitter. We grew up together in the slums until my rich new dad made me change schools. “Don't be jealous, Navis. You know
“So who’s the mom?” “What?” Kathy says over her shoulder. “Of the baby that the Hayes brothers have?” I add. “Seems like an angry mistress just dropped it there out of spite.” Kathy stops and turns back to sneer at me. “She,” Kathy emphasizes. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Has unknown pa
After being beat up by that Archer guy, I dart from the gym and try and find a place to shelter. I wind up in the dining hall eating something lavish called “ceviche.” It tastes like vinegar and feels like raw chicken. I’ve managed to down a few bites of it when my phone goes off. A message from Wya
The four hulking figures stand in front of me. I know immediately that they are the Hayes brothers by the fact that they look like fucking Gods. Rippling muscle, sharp jawlines and eyes that seem to glow. They’re all slightly different, however. There are two identical men, albeit opposite in the