LOGINMIA[Want to come pick me up?]I clicked send without hesitation, the caption a mere appetizer compared to the picture that followed. My tight, sleeveless gown clung to every curve, thin enough for the fluorescent lights overhead to trace the shape of my body beneath it.You see, I wanted to fuck Max from the moment I laid eyes on him.No, scratch that.I knew I was gonna fuck him the second I found out he was Brian's brother.Fucking that assholeâs brother in the room next to his probably wasnt enough to get his attention, but at least it'd satisfy that vain, arrogant part of me that wanted to get back at the man that ruined me!Brian Callaghan. I despised him with every bone in my body⊠and I was so close to capitalising on that emotion at Pedro's shooting range. But⊠it didn't happen.I hesitated⊠and Max⊠didn't push. I didn't know why, but I couldn't care less. It was probably even for the best, because I wanted him to take me home and fuck me there⊠sprawled on his bed while
MAXRebecca's new place was nothing like what she'd described. When she told me sheâd moved, I expected another low-key downtown apartment. Something like the shabby home her boyfriend had nearly pummeled me to death in.Well, ex-boyfriend now. But this⊠âŠThis was a little over the top.The engine of my bike purred to a halt in front of her gates, and the automatic bars slid open before I'd even done a thing.A sprawling mansion came into focus a couple meters away, lit up by a small garden in front and a clear pool a breath away. She really went big this time round. I walked into her home, noticing there was nothing like security except for the silver-plated gates that closed behind me.The second I made it to her porch, she texted:âWent out to get some stuff for lunch. Be back in thirty minutes. Hannahâll let you in. Don't do anything stupid.âStupid? Me? Impossible!I smiled to myself and slid my phone back into my pockets. Seconds after I rang the doorbell, a fluttery voice
Chapter 83BIANCAâDo we really have to do this?â I muttered.Tiffany glanced back at me, her expression saying more than words ever could.I swallowed hard, but still⊠I couldn't manage to convince myself that I didn't want to be here. Iâd spent months trying to erase Ellie and every memory tied to her from my mind, and now I was walking straight toward her. âI'm the one that's not even meant to be hereâ Tiffany spoke. âYou're the president of the club, and the main coordinator of the Literature convention. I'm only here for emotional support. So shake off of whatever's clawing up your neck and focus. It's not like you owe her anything anyway.âShe was right. Right?It wasnât my fault her relationship with Max exploded. No matter what rumors sheâd spread across campus.Even though everything had settled down now, my stomach still twisted at the thought of it. âSheâs here,â Tiffany whispered, and despite what I thought was growing confidence stilling my muscles, I nearly went lim
ELLIE Zane wasn't the best boyfriend. I mean sure, he was perfect for a one night stand and⊠maybe a couple more stupid drunk nights after that, but as a boyfriendâŠâŠhe kinda sucked. It'd been two months since I kicked Max and Bianca out of my apartment and invited Zane to come stay with me instead.It was a decision I made out of haste, intentionally trying to get under Max's skin.But I can't remember the last time Max did so little as glance in my direction with anything but an unreadable expression.I wondered if he still thought about me every now and then⊠like I did him.âOiâ he grabbed my hair by the ponytail, forcing my eyes back to his. âHow long do you intend to keep me waiting?âOh. Yeah. There was that.The only thing that remained consistent with Zane:His insatiable sex drive. I adjusted on my knees, tucking my legs perfectly underneath me, then pulled down his briefs to let his cock out. It sprung out of his pants, lightly slapping me on the cheek. I wrapped my
MAX All this fuss over a game of laser tag. An intense, thirty minute long, unreasonably realistic game of laser tag. I can't believe I was so worked up over⊠this.âOn your left Maxâ Mia breezed passed with an otherworldly precision, leaving nothing but the sound of pounding feet behind me. I'd only just turned halfway when the player fired a shot that grazed my arm, reducing my points to just five now.âShit.ââGet out of the game if you don't know how to play kidâ he chuckled. âYou know what, nevermind. I'll handle you mysââWhile I was still trying to get the hang of my gun (I'd BEEN trying for the last quarter of an hour), three shots rippled from in front of me, landing firmly on the soft pad in front of his torso. [Eliminated] the machine on his arm chimed. âOh for fuckâs sake.ââGood game Leo. Better luck next time?â Mia's voice returned. I turned to look at her, and the cheeky smile she flashed him.He was probably a regular here.âTsk. Why do I always end up losing to y
MAXâThis⊠wasn't exactly what I had in mind.âWhen you leave a hockey arena at ten p.m. and an attractive lady in her mid twenties tells you she knows a place, a few reasonable settings come to mind. A club? A bar? A part of me even half-expected her to take me back to Ellie's place in case she wanted to pull the rug from under my feet. All guesses were completely wrong.âWhat?â She joked, bumping into my shoulder as she walked forward. âIs Callaghan scared of a little gun powder?âA little?What the fuck were we doing at a shooting range a couple hours to midnight?She walked straight for a man I assumed was the instructor, standing poised at the farthest booth while he loaded clips like he was in some John Wick movie.Somehow, despite all the focus that probably took, his head whipped towards Mia when she came close enough.âWhat do we have here?â He grinned, eyeing her head to toe. âAre you lost, little lady?ââI don't think soâ she smiled, leaning against the glass of one of th







