جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

I hated this. I hated that my father forced me to leave my university in Seoul to be closer to home. To be closer so he could ensure I didn’t embarrass him. I didn’t understand why he thought I was going to embarrass him. I just went to school and studied. That’s it.But now it was my third year, and I was accepted to a university that was only two hours away from home. All I wanted was freedom, and when I had it for two full years, it was ripped from my grasp. And that hurt more than anything.“Miss?” The woman at the table asked. I wasn’t sure how long she was trying to get my attention, but my thoughts were too focused on how my life had been flipped upside down.“I’m sorry. What did you say?”“Can I get your name?” She looked at me and then at the clipboard that sat in front of her.“Oh yeah, Wakely Gil…Moore. Wakely Moore.” I didn’t want to give her my real last name. I registered under my mother’s maiden name. I didn’t need more attention than I was already going to get.Plus, I

I couldn’t believe that I was back here. I didn’t want to return, I hated it here. But my brothers and their girlfriends were giggling from the bed, and I just stared at my computer. Doing my best to ignore them.I wasn’t doing anything in particular. I did my best to distract myself as my brothers practically fucked on my bed. I didn’t understand why they didn’t go to their own rooms, they were right next door. But no, we had to be in close proximity.I understood it, though. We were identical triplets. The only way to tell us apart was by how we styled our hair. Mine was a tangled mess, short on the sides and curly on top. I ran my hands through it enough to keep it crazy.My brother Whittaker was the anal-retentive one. His hair was short on the sides and shorter on top than mine. He held everything in place with hair gel. He had to have everything perfect, and that included his girlfriend, Scarlett. The easiest way to describe her was a bleach blonde bimbo. Sure, she was nice to l

I glared at the gorgeous men as they walked past. Each holding onto a girl, except for the last one. He paused near our table and smiled at us.What did that smile mean? Was he making fun of us? I glared at him.He glanced one more time over his shoulder at me and then turned back to what I assumed were his brothers. They looked exactly the same except for their hairstyles.Each brother had a defined jawline and lean muscles. The biceps of the man who smiled at us were straining against his shirt sleeves. I hated to admit it, but the sight made my mouth water.I shook my head and turned away. Fuck him and fuck his brothers. They were the epitome of assholes and I wasn’t about to engage.“Who the hell are they?” I asked Cora, even though I planned on steering clear, I wanted to know who they were.She sat across from me, fanning her face. As soon as one of the guys smiled at her, she practically melted.“Those are the Walker brothers.”“Walker brothers?” I asked when she didn’t add to

I wasn’t paying attention to what my brother was saying to me as he slugged my arm and laughed. I usually didn’t pay attention to them normally. But now, especially with the beautiful girl who yelled at Zoey catching my attention, I couldn’t look away.“Are you listening?” Whit asked as he took a meticulous bite of his food. He cut everything into even squares before he even thought about taking a bite.It was painful to watch sometimes when it took him more time to cut his food than to eat it. But no one else seemed to notice this strange habit.“Waylon,” Whit asked. “Did you hear what I said?” He popped another square of food into his mouth.“No, sorry. What?” My eyes didn’t move from the back of that girl’s head.“I said that we need to prep for the first-week party we throw every year.” He took another bite. “Next week, Friday is the day.”I contained a groan. I hated the first-week party they threw. It was an all-out rager where multiple people last year needed medical attention.

I followed them through the dorm to their rooms. I only peeked around the corner so I could see which room my girl was in.Three hundred and four.That was going to be my new favorite number. She left her door open, and I could hear music playing. My girl didn’t think about her safety. I would have to make sure she was safe.At any moment, someone could barge through the door and take her. It was no wonder that that was exactly what I wanted to do. She was mine after all. She belonged to me.I didn’t know where that possessiveness came from. But I could feel the truth in the words. Wakely did belong to me. Even though she didn’t know it.I walked across the dorm, I passed slowly in front of her door, sparing a peek. She was setting up her room and throwing a sheet onto her bed.I wished I could pull up a chair and watch her work. Those little shorts she was wearing rode up slightly showing the curve of her voluptuous ass. I