Ryder was surprised by my statement. His eyes widened as if he had never expected it.“Even… even after all I did… you… missed me?”I nodded slowly, arms still crossed over my chest like I needed them to hold me together.His expression cracked. For the first time all night, he didn’t look composed or detached or quietly smug. He looked unraveled—like something inside him had been breaking this whole time, and now it had finally split wide open.“Why?” he asked, almost to himself. Then louder: “Why would you miss me?”“Because I’m human,” I said. “Because even when you make me furious, I still remember how it felt when things were good. When you weren’t lying to me. When we weren’t pretending we were just step-siblings at awkward family dinners.”He ran both hands down his face, gripping his jaw after. His chest rose and fell with sharp, frustrated breaths.“I fucked up, Evie.”“I know.”He stepped forward again, slower this time, like he was afraid I’d bolt. “What did you miss?” he a
Just as the conversation seemed to lull, and all that was heard was the movement of servers as they changed the plates and the clacking of breakable wares, Alexander clapped his hands once. "Let’s do something fun. A game. It’s been a while since we all sat down like this."I blinked. A game? Here?Lorelei tilted her head. "What kind of game?"Alexander grinned. "Something easy. Truth or Dare."Riley laughed, genuinely. “Are you serious?”“Why not?” he shrugged. “We’re family. Let’s act like it."“Act like it? Truth or there is for teenagers dad.” Riley said. Alexander shrugged. I couldn’t believe it. Alexander Caldwell, king of oil deals and boardrooms, suggesting Truth or Dare at dinner. But then again, rich people are built different.The first few rounds were harmless. Lorelei admitted to skipping a board meeting once to get a massage. Riley dared Ryder to speak in a French accent until his next turn. He rolled his eyes but did it.Then it was my turn.“Evie,” Alexander said wit
Talks were still happening. Alexander was mid-monologue about quarterly yields, his fork gesturing in lazy, authoritative arcs. Lorelei smiled, nodding in all the right places. Riley typed something into her phone with one hand and stabbed a piece of beetroot with the other like it had offended her.And beneath the table, Ryder drove his fingers into me.Just—slid them in.I twitched so hard my knee knocked the underside of the table. A low thud. The chandelier trembled overhead.I clutched my napkin tighter, fingers curling white-knuckled in my lap as if that could ground me. My breath stuttered.He didn’t stop. Not even a little.Two fingers, deep and slow, knuckles curling inside me like he had every right. Like this was his seat. His prize.I shifted, hips tilting just a fraction, a silent, shameful betrayal of resistance. His palm flattened against me, anchoring me open as he fucked his fingers in slow, maddening strokes. I swallowed down a sound—a whimper, maybe—shoved my knees
My mum forced me to wear this outfit, literally.Left for me alone, I would not be wearing a tweed blazer that made me feel like I was interviewing for a job I didn’t want. Under it was a cream silk blouse tucked neatly into a pleated black skirt that hit just above my knees. Modest, polished, too… presentable. My hair had been curled into soft waves and pinned slightly on one side, which she said gave my face “more warmth.” I felt like I was in disguise– Evie Hayes, polite daughter, not the girl who spent most of last night spiraling over the weight of too many secrets and one very complicated boy.Lorelei looked flawless, as always. Her dress was deep burgundy, hugging her waist and flowing down in velvet softness. Her hair was twisted into a sleek knot at the nape of her neck, strands smooth, not a curl out of place. She wore red lipstick, the kind that didn’t smudge, and heels that probably cost more than my laptop.We stepped out of the car and walked up to the massive Caldwel
“Dinner?” I echoed, blinking at my mother like she’d just told me I was being shipped to Antarctica. “With the Caldwells?”Lorelei didn’t even look up from her compact mirror. “Yes, Evie. Alexander invited us. It’s this evening.”I stared. “You’re joking.”She snapped the mirror shut. “Do I look like I have time to joke?”I let out a breath that was more of a groan and sank onto the edge of the bed. “I just dealt with Ryder this morning. Now I have to see him again? At a dinner table? Where I have to make sure I don't make a mistake with the forks and force politeness?”“And his charming twin sister,” she added, lips curling like she was trying not to gag. “God help us both. Besides Ryder is sweet, I don't know why you have a problem with him.”I sighed. If only you knew mother. If only. I dropped my head into my hands. “No. Nope. I’m not doing this. There has to be a way out.”Lorelei leaned against the dresser, arms folded, the picture of glamor-meets-exasperation. “Sweetheart, if
I looked at him. Really looked at him. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t know what to feel.I felt empty.Like every version of him I’d built in my head was slowly peeling away, and underneath… I didn’t know what was left.Ryder didn’t look away. “Liliana dyed her hair,” he said quietly. “That’s when I lost interest.”My throat tightened. “You say that like it’s normal.”“I didn’t mean it like that.” He rubbed his hand down his face. “I wasn’t possessive with her. I wasn’t even… invested. Not the way I should’ve been.”“So why did you date her?”He shrugged, like the answer didn’t sit well even with him. “She reminded me of you. That was all it took.”I shook my head, disgust twisting in my chest.“I didn’t treat her badly,” he added quickly. “I wasn’t cruel. Just… distracted.”“Great,” I muttered. “That makes it all better.”He kept going anyway. “Sienna hated it. Thought I liked Liliana more than I did. Got jealous. Started following her around, trying to dig into what