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BROOKS“PUT THAT DOWN!”I froze. Like a deer caught in headlights.The sketchpad slipped from my fingers and landed with a soft thud against the table, flipping closed as if it was sealing shut whatever it was I wasn’t supposed to see.“I’m sorry—” I started, voice small.“You shouldn’t have touched that!” Zade snapped, his voice low but sharp. “Why the hell would you go through my stuff?”What? I blinked at him.“I wasn’t going through anything,” I quickly defended myself, hands raised in surrender. “I was just looking around. You left me here alone.”“That doesn’t mean you get to snoop!” he fired back, his brows were furrowed, jaw tight. “It’s called boundaries, Brooks. You don’t just open someone’s personal sketchpad.”“Are you serious right now?” I stepped back from the table, my pulse rising. “I apologized. The moment you said something, I dropped it. I didn’t even see anything.”“That’s not the point.”“Then what is the point?” I snapped, finally letting the heat rise in my thro

BROOKSHis fingers started to move, pumping in and out of me with slow, slick thrusts that made the water around us ripple. Each stroke was calculated—deep, dragging, obscene. “Still pretending you don’t want this?” he growled, the edge in his voice darker now, hungrier. “You can lie to yourself all you want, Brooks. But this?” He thrust harder. I gasped sharply.“This cunt’s been telling me the truth from the start.”I bit down on a moan, hard. “Fuck you.”“Yeah?” He grinned. “That mouth’s getting real bold now, baby.”His other hand caught my jaw, turning my face toward his so he could see it all—every twitch, every flicker of heat in my eyes as he split me open on his fingers. “You gonna curse at me while you ride my hand like a desperate little slut? Huh?”I hated that I loved how it sounded. Because I was riding his fingers now, grinding down, rolling my hips in time with every thrust. The shame was there but it couldn’t compete with how good it felt. How right it felt in a

BROOKSIt was the night of the gala. I sat in the backseat of the sleek black car, clutching the tiny bedazzled purse in my lap. The built-in screen played the live feed of the gala’s red carpet. Stephan and Venita had just stepped out of their car, looking like royalty. They walked the carpet with practiced ease, the cameras loved them. A few minutes later, Heath and Zade followed in their own car. Even Zade, who claimed to hate attention, handled it like he’d done it a thousand times. Maybe he had. This is definitely not their first rodeo. They were royalty so this life was all they knew.Then the car stopped. My turn.My chest tightened. I took a deep breath and waited for the door to open.And when it did, all hell broke loose.Flashes. Screams. Questions flying from every direction.“Brooks! Over here!”“Who are you wearing?”“Give us a smile!”I blinked against the blinding lights, trying to smile, trying not to flinch. I barely made it one step before the security team mov

BROOKSOh my God.I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me whole.Then, Chia turned on her heel and started walking, heels clicking like a metronome of chaos.I didn’t wait. Didn’t think. I just excused myself from Zade’s side, muttering a barely audible “I’ll be right back,” and went after her.The hallway she turned to was quiet. Empty. The sound from the gala faded behind us until it was just the two of us in this long, cold stretch of marble and shadows.“Why are you doing this?” I asked, breathless. My voice came out small. Too small.Chia stopped, slowly turning around.She smiled. Not the friendly kind, given that she was never actually my friend. The kind that made your stomach twist. “Stop acting like you’re the victim, Brooks,” she said. “I am not the one fucking my stepbrother like a desperate little slut.”Saying it so bluntly, out loud was like a huge slap on the face. Chia crossed her arms, leaning a little to the side with that same smug look that made my

BROOKSThe fire crackled in front of us, flames dancing and popping in the cool night air. We were all gathered around in a semi-circle on low wooden lounge chairs with soft cushions with drinks in hand. The sky was clear—stars blinking down like they were enjoying the show too.We were sharing “weirdest sex ever” stories and Nina had the floor. Of course she did.“Okay,” she said, already giggling, “so picture this. I’m twenty. He’s a six-foot-four rugby player. Hands so thick, I already imagined what it could do to me.”Someone snorted. Betty leaned forward. “Go on.” She urged Nina.“We’re in his dorm room. It’s dark, his roommate’s not supposed to be there. And suddenly—” she paused for dramatic effect, “—the guy starts crying.”The whole circle broke out laughing.“What?” Sean coughed between fits. “Like, crying crying?”“Full-on sobbing,” Nina confirmed. “Said he missed his ex and that I smelled like her.” She took a sip from her red cup. “And I still let him hit. Because, I q