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It was not a request. "Or what?" Kelsey sneered. She held the notebook up high, out of reach. She looked down at the open page. Her eyes scanned it and she let out an ugly laugh. "You're not even writing the apology! You're drawing!" She laughed again, a harsh sound. "You're drawing stupid little pictures! Skulls and stuff! What a freak!" My heart started to pound against my ribs. "Kelsey, don't—" I started to say.

I wasn't living in a fairy tale—there were still bills, still arguments, still the messy reality of adulthood—but as I looked at my family, I knew I was living in a home. Ares met me at the base of the stairs. He took my hand, his palm rough and calloused against my skin, and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. "You were breathtaking," he said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register. I leaned in, a smile tugging at my mouth. "Thank you, love—" "Save the mushy stuff for the car, you two," Kelsey cut in, her tone sharp enough to draw blood. Kevin didn’t miss a beat. "Ease up, Kels. Maybe if you spent less time being bitter and more time working on your personality, your crush would actually

“Am I going to fly solo while striking up a conversation with beautiful women tonight?” “Yep. I’ll sit here while you go make your move. You don’t need a wingman, not tonight. If I see you’re failing, I’ll come over.” He gave me a wink, grabbing his drink and making his way to a group of women. Pulling out my phone, I was taken aback by the message that lit up my screen. It was a photo of Kelsey. Kelsey Neely: How do you like my new outfit? I swallowed, a slow smirk spreading across my lips. She’d laid out a very scandalous piece of lingerie across her bed.

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"You." With reddened cheeks, she slapped his chest lightly. "I want watermelons and pizza." He nodded before he went to pick up his phone and started to type away. "Wonder how pizza sauce will taste on watermelon. Seriously, I'm craving some badly." She conversed and Caius frowned deeply then he slowly looked at her from head to toe and his frown changed into a small smile before shaking his head. "What?" Kelsey was very confused. "Nothing," he shook his head. "Get dressed, it'll be here in 10," he gave her one last lingering look before he walked out.

Cleo asked in confusion, seeing that her gaze was glued outside the window. “I… Um…” Feeling awkward, Kelsey had no idea what to say. Since Kelsey’s behavior was off, Cleo followed her gaze out. He caught the couple in the Porsche deep in each other’s throats. Kelsey’s blood ran cold. She was mortified to come across a graphic scene while being in a small space with someone she hardly knew. Cleo said, “James?” “Who?” Kelsey exclaimed. She cocked her head back to look at Cleo.

"Alpha Marcus is often busy with work. Try to stay cheerful, Kelsey. If you're bored, go shopping—treat yourself to something nice." "I'm fine, Suzie. I understand his workload," Kelsey said, putting on a brave front. She acted as if nothing had happened. After dinner, she studied prenatal care with the nursery teacher, focusing on what she needed to know. She was eager to forget many things. The next day, while browsing the news, Kelsey came across an entertainment report. "Angela Spotted with Her Boyfriend After Dinner, Shopping for Rings at a Jewelry Store." Her mood soured instantly.

She pulls back and looks at me and I grin and wink at her. She walks over and hugs me and leans back grinning. "Told you nothing was wrong" I say smirking "Yeah yeah" Kelsey says still smiling I lean down and grab my things and walk out the door. I make my way back to the car and I slide in. As I was driving back to the house my phone started ringing. "Hello?" I say "Gym" Is all I hear before the line goes dead

"Some of us are trying to decompress from the drive, and I don't need Beyonce rattling my skull." ​I blinked, my standard Brookhaven smile immediately snapping into place. Rule number one of human interaction: kill them with kindness. "Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry! We didn't realize the walls were that thin. I'm Kelsey, by the way, and this is—" ​"I don't care," she snapped, stepping forward into the hallway. She looked down at her glass, then looked at my pristine cream knit top, and her eyes narrowed with a bizarre, unprovoked malice. "And stop smiling like that. It's obnoxious."

“Relax. Just a picture. You're going to have to kiss me, Ronald. We need to sell the romance. Start planning dates, tabloids, photo ops, all that vibe. You think they’ll believe it with a handshake?” I stared at her like she was crazy. “Kiss you?” She raised her brows playfully. “Is that something you can manage?” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I can… manage.” Kyla didn’t wait. She leaned in and kissed me quickly, her lips firm and rehearsed. Her light fruity perfume brushed against me faintly. She clicked a picture as she pulled away, her phone still lifted. Then she snorted. “God. I hope that’s not how you kiss Jeffrey.”