All Chapters of Double Temptation : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stared at my reflection in the massive gilded mirror of my walk-in closet, tilting my head as I ran my fingers through my long, platinum blonde hair. It fell in perfect, silky waves down my back. Most girls at Greenwich Academy would kill for this hair. Hell, they’d kill to be me.Ava Montgomery. Queen of the senior class. Captain of the cheer squad. The girl who could make or break reputations with a single raised eyebrow or a well-timed whisper. I knew exactly what I was; spoiled, beautiful, and a little bit vicious when I needed to be. Boys tripped over themselves for my attention. Girls either wanted to be me or hated me, well I liked it that way. The annual Montgomery-Caldwell Charity Gala was happening downstairs in our ballroom, the same event my family had hosted every year for as long as I could remember. Crystal chandeliers, live orchestra, expensive champagne, and enough diamonds to blind half of Connecticut. My mother, Elizabeth Montgomery, was probably already gliding

I had not left my room since the moment I fled last night. Twenty-four hours of self-imposed exile in a mansion that suddenly felt like prison. The heavy oak door remained locked, the curtains drawn halfway so that only thin blades of afternoon light sliced across the cream carpet. My once-immaculate bedroom now looked like the aftermath of a very dignified hurricane: discarded heels lying like fallen soldiers near the chaise, the black cocktail dress from last night draped accusingly over the velvet armchair, and an assortment of half-eaten snacks scattered across my vanity like evidence of my nighttime crimes. I, Ava Montgomery, queen of Greenwich Academy, captain of the cheer squad, and professional breaker of hearts, had been reduced to sneaking downstairs at two in the morning like a common thief just to steal a packet of imported Belgian chocolate biscuits and a tub of salted caramel ice cream. Pathetic. Utterly, gloriously pathetic. I lay sprawled across my king-sized bed

I woke up Monday morning with that delicious ache still throbbing between my thighs, a filthy reminder of what Edgar and Ethan had done to me at their family dinner. My body betrayed me even in sleep nipples tight under my silk sheets, pussy slick just from dreaming about their long fingers stretching me open while their parents chatted oblivious to what was going on a few feet away. God, they were so fucking good at it. Cold, like they owned every gasp I made. I came twice that night once under the dining table like a desperate little slut, and again in the upstairs where they pinned me against the wall and worked me until my knees buckled. But they didn’t want me well not really, not the way I needed them to. They’d smirked, wiped their fingers on my dress like I was nothing, and sent me home dripping and ruined. It pissed me off. I’m Ava fucking Montgomery. Queen of Greenwich Academy. Every guy at school would kill to touch me, and these rich, twisted Caldwells twins act like I

As Lucas pulled into the driveway, the mansion was usually quiet. huff, I'm not surprised.I stepped out, handing my bag to one of the maids before making my way inside. My parents had already left for work, and my brother had gone back to Yale, one of the country's renowned colleges.My family was the definition of old money.My father managed an enormous real estate empire. As the eldest son, he had inherited vast estates, luxury properties, and acres of land. One of his proudest investments was a five-star hotel that generated millions every year, alongside several high end resorts scattered across the country.My mother was just as successful, a renowned plastic surgeon and the founder of a luxury cosmetics brand that had become a household name.Even my older brother was already making a name for himself. While studying estate management, he was working through one of my father's business affiliations, preparing to inherit part of the family empire someday.My thoughts drifted to

A tap on my shoulder pulled me out of the deepest, most pathetic sleep I’d had in weeks. I groaned into my silk pillow, burying my face deeper. “Go away…”The tapping didn’t stop. Then came the bright light flash, the morning sun pouring in as someone yanked my heavy curtains open like they had a personal vendetta against my hangover. I bolted upright, hair a tangled mess, eyes squinting against the assault.“Who the hell is she?!” I screamed sleepily, voice hoarse and cracking.A sharp, familiar voice cut through the fog. “Language, Ava Montgomery.”Wait… I would recognize this voice anywhere I hear it, Aunt Clara?'That woman’s stare could pierce a thousand souls. Tall, elegant, with perfectly coiffed dark hair and an expression that made even my father straighten up. She stood at the foot of my bed in a designer blouse and slacks, arms crossed, looking every bit the intimidating force she’d always been.I cleared the sleep from my eyes, blinking hard. “Aunty Clara?” A genuine smile