I’m late for my first day at Kings and Queens High...and it’s all Grayson and Isabella’s fault.
First, my alarm mysteriously turned off, which makes me suspect Grayson snuck into my room again after he left. The thought of him standing in the dark, whispering threats, sends a chill down my spine. I shake it off. He can't actually do anything.
I really need to start locking my door.
Then, my preordered uniform somehow disappeared. While I was tearing my room apart looking for it, the devil twins waltzed out of the house, leaving me behind.
With no other choice, I had to take the bus because our driver had already taken my mom and Edward to work, and apparently, the other driver is exclusively for the royal brats.
And now, I find out my mom will have to mail the rest of my clothes because KAQ is a boarding school.
Just perfect.
I step up to the front desk, trying not to look as frazzled as I feel.
“I’d like to enroll for a dorm room, please,” I say quickly, glancing at my schedule. It’s already lunch, which means I’ve missed three whole periods.
The woman at the desk barely looks up as she types into her computer. “Name?”
“Raelynn Walker...” I pause, cringing before correcting myself. “I mean, Blackwell.”
Because, surprise, my mom changed my last name without telling me.
The woman’s fingers pause over the keyboard. She finally looks at me, eyebrows knitting together. “Blackwell? As in Ian Blackwell? Isabella and Grayson Blackwell?”
I frown. “Uh… yeah?”
Her gaze flicks back to the screen, and after a second, she turns to me with an expression I don’t like.
“It says here you’ll be sharing an apartment with one of the twins.”
My stomach drops.
“What?”
“You won’t be in a dorm,” she clarifies. “You’ll be housed in a private apartment with one of them.”
My jaw literally falls open. Since when can high schoolers decide not to live in the dorms?
The only reason I agreed to come to a boarding school was to have my own space in a dorm. Now, I have to live with Isabella, who hates me? Because it can’t be Grayson. He’s a guy.
Obviously.
I pull out my phone and call the twins...again.
Neither of them picks up.
I let out a frustrated sigh and shove my phone back into my pocket. Whatever. I need food before I deal with this mess.
But before I can even make it halfway down the hall, two girls’ step in front of me, all bright smiles and gleaming white teeth.
They look like they just stepped out of a high-fashion ad, their uniforms perfectly tailored, their wrists adorned with Ch*nel and L*uis V*itton. Their whole vibe screams expensive and also fake as hell.
"Hi! You must be Raelynn. I’m Briella, and this is Kimberly." The blonde one stretches out a hand, showing off her perfectly manicured nails.
I hesitate before shaking it, my eyes narrowed in suspicion. The moment she pulls away, I swear she wipes her hand on her skirt, all while maintaining that polished smile.
Kimberly giggles, turning to me. "We’re Isabella’s friends."
“And Grayson.” Briella adds but more like a demand.
Red flags. Everywhere.
“She asked us to fetch you.”
Fetch. Like a dog.
I grit my teeth together trying to hold back my irritation. “Why?”
They glance at each other before turning back to me, “We’re not sure but she did say something about your rooming situation. Meaning you’ll have to leave the school premises now.”
Without waiting for my response, they lock their hands with mine and star pulling me towards the exist. I turn to the front desk woman for help but she’s already back to using her phone.
A frustrated groan escapes my lips and I snatch my hands away.
“Fine let’s just get this over with.”
They giggle in union and lead me to a black sedan.
In the car Briella and Kimberly engage in a conversation completely ignoring my presence and I almost want to puke when Briella starts swooning about how hot Grayson is. Turns out they had a thing last year.
But it’s not like I care anyway.
I put on my EarPods to block out their conversation which actually works and I relax for some time but when the car turns to a lonely road with a lot of trees, I take them off my eyes narrowing.
“Are you sure this is the right way?”
As if on cue the car comes to an abrupt stop, causing me to jerk forward and hit my head. I barely have time to regret not putting on my seatbelt when the driver comes out and starts walking to my side of the car.
"What is he doing?" I ask, a sick feeling forming in my gut.
Briella and Kimberly giggle. Giggle. Like this is some kind of joke.
Before I can react, the door swings open, and the driver’s hand clamps down on my arm. I let out a shriek, trying to pull away, but Briella and Kimberly shove me forward. I stumble, my knee scraping against the rough gravel as I hit the ground.
I push myself up, ignoring the sting of the fresh wound, and reach for the door handle, but Briella slams the door shut in my face.
"No, no, no!" I yank at the handle, my breath coming in short gasps. Locked.
Through the tinted window, I see their faces...laughing, waving, like this is all some twisted game.
I can't believe I walked right into their trap.
The car zooms of living me there. In the middle of nowhere.
And then...to make things worse...a single raindrop lands on my cheek.
Panic seizes my chest, squeezing tight. Not again.
I whirl around, my hands trembling as I reach for my bag. It’s gone. My phone...my only way to call for help...is inside it.
A thunder strikes and I let out a scream the rain begins to fall heavily and the sun hides behind the cloud.
start walking. I don’t know where I’m going, but I have to move.
It’s not that night. It’s a different day. It’s in the past.
But no matter how many times I repeat it in my head, my body remembers. My pulse races, my lungs tighten, and suddenly, it feels like I can’t breathe.
I stop, panting, my hands trembling as I rip open the buttons of my shirt and let it drop to the ground. My soaked tank top clings to me, but at least it makes it easier to breathe.
Then, a light flash over me. Headlights. A car.
I freeze, squinting through the downpour. Maybe it’s someone who can help.
But then a thought strikes me, chilling me to my core.
This is a lonely road, in the middle of nowhere. Who knows who’s driving that car?
Panic claws up my throat. I spin on my heel and start running in the opposite direction, my wet hair whipping against my face.
The rain blinds me, blurring my vision. My feet slip against the wet ground, but I don’t stop. I can’t.
And then I hear it.
His voice.
“Come on, Sarah, don’t be so afraid.”
The memory slices through me like a blade, his cruel laughter ringing in my ears.
No. Not real. It’s not real.
I shake my head violently, trying to drown out the echoes of the past. But the car behind me doesn’t stop...it doesn’t chase me outright, but it follows, slow and deliberate. Taunting me.
Maybe they’re just passing through.
But then...
The car speeds up, cutting in front of me, blocking my path.
My heart slams against my ribs. I stumble back, my instincts screaming at me to run, to fight, to do something.
And then the window rolls down.
Cruel blue eyes meet mine.
RaelynnI thought I’d wake up to someone beside me. That firm, warm feeling I felt last night—his arms around me, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. I thought it would still be there.But instead, I wake up to… nothing.Just silence.My heart slams against my ribs. For a second, I wonder if last night never actually happened—if it was all just a vivid, delusional dream my touch-starved brain cooked up while I drooled on some poor stranger’s pillow.But then I glance around.Grayson’s room. Still stupidly perfect. His scent still lingering. The only difference is that he’s not in the bed, and his arms aren’t wrapped around me anymore.Also, the ache between my legs is very, very real.I sit up too fast and instantly regret it. My whole body screams in protest—hips sore, thighs trembling, core aching in a way that makes my face flame. But it’s not just that.I’m wearing his shirt.Soft, long-sleeved, worn thin at the seams. It swallows me whole, the hem brushing just above m
Grayson.I wait for her to respond, but she doesn't need to. The nervous flutter in her eyes gives her away completely. She shifts beneath me, her teeth catching her bottom lip in that maddening habit that drives me fucking insane.I reach up and tug her lip free with my thumb, ghosting over the swollen flesh. Her breath hitches."You haven't answered my question," I groan as the tip of my cock brushes against her soaked pussy, the contact reminding me we're both completely naked and I'm barely holding on."Maybe we should stop," she mutters, trying to push up and escape.Not fucking happening. I keep her pinned with my palm spread flat against her chest, feeling her heart hammering against my hand."Are you a virgin?" I demand, even though I already know the answer. Because fuck me, I want to hear her say it. I want her to admit that I'm the only one who's touched her like this, who's seen her this vulnerable and beautiful.Her eyes narrow as she glares at me, her lips forming the mo
Chapter 51Raelynn.For a moment, Gray just stares at me, his eyes locked on mine, his chest rising and falling like he's barely holding himself together. Our breaths mingle in the thick silence, and just when I think he's going to kiss me…His head dips, and instead of my lips, his mouth finds my neck.The contact is sudden, warm, wet. I gasp as his lips graze the column of my throat, his tongue trailing up before his teeth sink in, sharp enough to make me gasp. His hands grip the counter's edge so hard his knuckles go white, veins bulging from the strain. He's holding himself back. Barely.I tilt my head instinctively, giving him access, and my fingers bury themselves in his hair. The room spins, and I think I might actually lose my mind from wanting him.The dampness between my thighs is embarrassing, my panties clinging to me like I've been thinking about him for hours instead of minutes. But God, I have been thinking about him. Maybe not consciously, but my body knows. My body has
Raelynn.I've never felt this safe before. This warm. I nuzzle deeper into the solid, steady warmth wrapped around me like the world's most perfect security blanket, sighing with pure contentment. It's like cuddling a firm teddy bear—safe and comforting in a way that makes my chest tight with unfamiliar emotion.I never want to let go.My hand shifts slightly, searching for a more comfortable position, when my fingers brush against something... hard. Really hard. And thick. The feeling is nice and weird—I've never felt anything quite like it before. Whatever it is, it's definitely not supposed to be there. Curious and still half-asleep, I wrap my fingers around it and squeeze."Fuck," someone hisses above me, the voice strained and desperate, like they're in actual pain.A sharp intake of breath cuts through the perfect morning quiet, and I feel the entire body beneath me go completely rigid, every muscle locked tight.My eyes snap open, and I slowly raise my head to see Grayson's fac
Grayson.I've read the headline three times now, but I still can't figure out why the fuck it's buried in my father's corporate documents. It doesn't help that half the article is torn off, leaving me with more questions than answers.I pull out my phone, typing the headline into the search bar. The number of similar stories that pop up makes my stomach churn with disgust. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with people?I keep scrolling until I finally find one with the exact same header. Some anonymous forum site with snippets of the actual story. Girl, 14, sexually assaulted by father's best friend...My blood runs cold. Fourteen. Just a fucking kid.The victim is only identified as "S" to protect her identity. Smart move, though judging by the comments section below, it didn't matter much."She was probably asking for it.""What was she wearing?""Girls these days lie about everything for attention.""She's a murderer.""What the actual fuck," I mutter, scrolling through comment after com
Grayson.I tap my pen against my desk , my grip so tight I'm surprised the plastic doesn't crack. That note keeps replaying in my head like a broken record—those red letters burned into my retinas like a brand. ‘Stay the fuck away from her.’Yeah, that was the plan once upon a time. Keep my distance. Hate her from afar. But not anymore. Whether either of us likes it or not, Raelynn has crawled under my skin and made herself at home, and now some psychotic asshole thinks they can threaten what's mine.The questions circle my brain like vultures. Who the fuck left that note? Is this the kind of shit Rae's been receiving all this time? Letters meant to scare her? Threaten her? Is this why she looked ready to shatter the other night?It doesn't bother me that I'm being threatened, I've been dancing to that tune my whole damn life. But if this fucking psycho is even thinking about hurting Rae—I slip my phone out from under my desk as Mrs. Chen drones on about cellular respiration or some