MILES I was in my corner chair, reading when a knock sounded at my door. I had left it open, trying to keep an eye out for my fucking demon of a mother. Dominic stood, leaning on my door frame with his arms crossed. I ignored the way his chest and arms bulged. "Can I come in?" I nodded, putting my bookmark in place and setting my book down on my side table. "What's up?" I questioned, noticing he closed the door, then locked it. I kept a straight face as he approached me. "Let me check your back," he requested, motioning towards the bathroom. I chewed on my lip, thinking of how to decline. "I think we should wait until later, when our parents are out, or in bed." Dominic gave me a small smile. "They went out for lunch, so now's the perfect time. Gotta stay diligent, Miles," he countered, reaching out to grab my hand. Damn it. I really liked the way he said my name and how deep his voice was. And he looked delicious today in those dark jeans and plain black shirt. Did he have t
MILES He kissed me again. I didn't even have to ask him. Dominic just put his lips against mine, putting out my fury with the softness of his kiss. He kissed me until I leaned into him and then abruptly pulled away, walking all the way out of my room. I stood there shocked. What the hell had just happened? We were talking, and then fighting, and then ended it with kissing. 'No, Miles. You're wrong. You're everything.' What had he meant by that? Everything as a person? Everything to him? I was still standing there, frozen in the bathroom when he came back, and sat me back on the toilet to rebandage my back without saying another word. When he was done, he put my first aid kit up and left. My head started to hurt, so I just went and laid down. I tried sleeping, but his words just kept echoing in my mind over and over again. I'd never been told that before. Not even by Kenzie, who tried every single day to remind me that I was loved. I didn't know what to do with it, how to d
*WARNING SOME ABUSE*DOMIt was too damn hot for this fucking suit. The tie was too tight, and the people were too many.Why they decided to do a luncheon instead of dinner was beyond me. The summer was still in full swing, and there wasn't a cloud in sight."Need a drink?" Marcus held out a flute of champagne, and I gladly took it, needing something to take the edge off.I couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal at my father hosting the luncheon in my mother's garden. It was her favorite part of our estate. I was happy for him, of course, but it still sort of felt like a slap to the face."Where's baby sister at?" Asked Marcus, his eyes searching through the bustle of people.I, in no way, acknowledged her as my sister but answered him anyway. "I have no idea. I haven't seen her all day, actually."I had meant to visit her and check on her back again, but I didn't know how to face her after yesterday. I felt like shit at her twisted confession of thinking she was nothing.I couldn'
DOM It was unsettling. Marcus and I had just made it to the manor after practice on Friday, dragging ourselves up the stairs to sit on our asses and relax in my room, when he stopped at Miles's door and rapped on it before peeking his head in. I went past him, straight to my room, trying to ignore the fact that he comfortably let himself in her room. I didn't know when Marcus and Miles had gotten so close, but I didn't like it. She didn't go to classes this week at all, and my father had been disappointed she hadn't shown up for her morning bagels. I was disappointed. This was the second week she'd missed school, but the genius wasn't behing in any of her classes. I'd gone to them to get her work for her, only to be told that she had already gotten them and turned everything in. I wanted to know why she hadn't been coming to school, but she wouldn't answer my texts. I couldn't blame her. I had no idea what she was going through, and I felt like I made a complete ass of myself any
*WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT* DOM "That's why I asked, isn't it?" "I told you she'd become my business, and so she has." Well, that was fucking vague. Knowing him, that could mean anything. "What kind of business is she to you?" I ground out, trying to keep my calm and not lose it on my best friend over a girl I couldn't have. Marcus looked in the direction of her room, his eyes glazed as he licked his lips. "Maybe we enjoy each other's company," he said, sliding his eyes back to me, holding the bottle out to me. I took it and took several gulps. What the hell was that look? So they were fucking. Was he better than me? Did she like him more? I could see a smile slowly forming on Marcus's face as if he could see every fucking question plastered on my forehead. I had to keep repeating to myself that I didn't have the right. I shouldn't make it my business, but damn it, I wanted to. I really, really wanted to. Fuck it. I turned and figured I'd go straight to the source. I heard him l
DOM I'd sadly figured out that I'd become lightweight. Waking up the next day with Marcus's arm flung over my chest, head in my armpit, and legs tangled with mine was painfully eye-opening. I'd come back from Miles's room smug, swigging more from the bottle and fingers smelling fresh of her cunt. But Marcus only looked me up and down with an eyebrow raised. "What happened to my book?" He asked, looking at his nails like he couldn't be bothered. They were NOT fucking. Obviously. So it was something else. Something I was still kept in the dark about. "I'll find out, you know," I mumbled, stumbling toward him to hand him the bottle. "You can't keep a secret from me for long. Also, fuck you." That made him smile like he wanted the challenge, but there was a hardness to his hazel eyes. A slight twitch in his brows. He wanted to tell me, and I had the feeling that it wasn't some small, petty little secret. Maybe it was something serious. Maybe it had to do with who was hurting Mile
DOM "Marcus," she called, still looking me in the eye. "Yes, dear?" Both my father and I glared at him. "How old are you?" Why the hell did she want to know that? "I'm twenty. Just four months older than ass-face here, why?" Marcus responded, pointing his thumb to me, getting started on his own french toast. "Language," cut in my father, not looking up from his paper. Miles tapped her chin, thinking. "Maverick." She glanced at me, tilting her head to the side. Why was she looking at me like that? My dad looked up at her. "Yes, Raven?" "Do you happen to know how a bottle of 1905 Branshire-" Both Marcus and I crowded her, me yelling out some random noise and covering her mouth, Marcus laughing loudly as if she told a joke. She glared at the both of us, licking the inside of my hand. I suppressed a shiver and swallowed, dropping my hand. Vengeful little shit. "Easy there hun," stated Marcus under his breath, spatula in hand. My dad definitely couldn't find out
MILES "Hey, I thought it was girls only!" whined Kenzie, waiting outside her black SUV. I shrugged apologetically, waiting alongside her for the boys to come out. "Maverick insisted we take them with us. Plus, I've been wanting you to meet Marcus. I'm sure he's you in another universe." She pursed her lips. "Doubtful." "Oh, just wait. He's definitely a character." She huffed, tucking her red strands behind her ears. "I wasn't really in the mood to deal with children today, but if it makes your rich daddy happy, then fine." She crossed her arms. "Don't call him my rich daddy!" "Miles, the man adores you. My own parents, who love me very much, don't make me bagels in the morning. Plus, I wish my parents would force me to spend money. I'm happy he treats you like royalty, but I'm still jealous. It's a toxic trait," she grumbled with a shrug. I rolled my eyes. "He just said he's always wanted a daughter, but that doesn't mean anything. He's just a kind man." Kenzie gave me a flat
DOM What was I gonna do with my fucking self? I was starting to feel like I was in a place between not knowing who I was and finding out who I could become when I was around this woman. It felt like fucking witchcraft or something. All I wanted to do was be inside her and stay there. That was all I wanted to do since I met her, except now, now there was more. Now I wondered what her favorite color was. Now I wondered which of all the books she's read was her favorite and why? Not to mention how I felt like shit every time that fucking tower hovered around her like a damn drone. The guy followed Miles around like a lost puppy, and it pissed me off. She wasn't waiting in front of the library like she usually did when I drove up after practice, so I went inside to find her since there was a huge possibility that she was asleep. I wished she was asleep, but no, she was there in the back of the library, at a table for two, giving silent, cute little hee hee's and pushing him playfully
MILES *WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT* He was fucking crazy. I had just told him about my flawless record, and he still wanted some action while the professors were in the room? I understood that we were just in a heated make-out session, but sometimes things can get in the way. Like these damn professors. That's how I felt, but I was still spreading my legs for him as his fingers skimmed my inner thighs. I never in a million years thought I would be doing things like this in a closet while there were people in the room, our university’s professors to boot. I knew why. It was because my core still burned for him to touch me. Because despite worrying about getting caught, the thrill of the possibility had me opening up for him. It couldn't have been anyone else. I only wanted him badly enough to do something like this. His eyes were dark like aureate as his lips parted. He was excited. I could tell by the way his pupils were blown and the slight flush of his cheeks. He wanted to touch me
DomFuck, I missed her. She'd only been mad at me for a day, but it felt so long. Miles not speaking to me or even looking at me drove me up the fucking wall. Marcus at least got a few glares from her, but I got nothing.I told her not to care about me, and that's exactly what she did. She made me feel like I didn't exist. It had only been a day, and I had convinced myself that I could live like that.Thinking about it, I wasn't being fair. I cared about her all day and night, and I knew she felt it from me. Yet I had the nerve to try to cut her off. I was an idiot.But, if I had never found out about her mother, I probably would have left things the way they were. And now, I had a sick sort of happiness that there was something in the way of our parents getting married. I had hoped and prayed that they wouldn't work out. I wanted it to be anything, any reason, big or small, to break them up.And I had gotten exactly what I wanted. I just hadn't expected it to be at Miles's expense. I
MILES I told him everything. All of her schemes, even how she threatened Momma Jay's. I told him when it started. How she handled things when people asked questions. I opened up my dusty box and pulled everything out for him to see. It had just poured out of me, and I couldn't stop myself. His eyes had remained on my the entire time, filled to the brim with a calmness I could only dream of. There was no judgment in his gaze, only understanding. I had been afraid of him not believing me, or if he did, that he would blame me or hate me for it. Or that he would go to my mother and Maverick and tell them that I must have been crazy to make up such a story. "Miles?" I blinked and tuned back into the conversation. I hadn't realized he had said something to me. "I'm sorry, I'm just... processing." Dominic gave a little chuckle even though there was nothing to chuckle about. "Me too. Did you happen to get any evidence? If we want to take her down, we'll need it." There was defini
DOM I was silent for several seconds trying to process what hell this woman was saying to me. Not even the sight of her delicious legs under that skirt I told her not to wear wasn't distracting enough. I hung onto every word, and it sounded crazy. It sounded like she was insinuating that her mother had something to do with his death. "Is that not how he died?" I asked her carefully. I had to be cautious with how I perceived this information. I needed every detail before making assumptions. "That man was as healthy as a horse. He was thirty-seven and constantly bragged about his fat percentage. His death didn't make sense. But I knew my mother worked at the hospital. She knows how to make things look." Something inside my chest was twisting in what I could only call dread. It couldn't be true. She wasn't that crazy right? I pictured Ms. Valentine's small frame in her dresses and fretting over wedding designs and catering. She didn't look or act the part. "How did you know it
MILES I felt like a different person. The moment this man got close to me, my heart went on a rampage, and my body felt flushed with excitement and anticipation. Suddenly, I wondered how I would feel if he touched me right now but quickly banished the thought. I was afraid of what would happen afterward. I was already anxious because of the little stunt Marcus pulled, but when Dominic was this close to me, when his smell dominated my senses, it was all I could focus on. It was such a stupid thing to focus on given the damn situation. "Is. It. Her?" His deep tone was making my brain fry, and the heat coming off his body was making me dizzy. All I could do was nod. The absolute rage that consumed his eyes as he looked down at me was palpable. He craned his neck to the side as if he wanted to stretch the tension gathered there. "That explains a lot." He was angry, that much I could tell. I just didn't know if it was at me for being weak or at my mother for obvious reasons. "How l
MILES "You guys coming to The Cliffs this weekend? There's supposed to be a wicked storm coming through. A buddy of mine said the view is superb for a bonfire on the north end." "Won't the waves get too crazy? The north end is too close." "That's the thing. For some scientific reason, the waves don't touch the north end. It never has. My buddy says it's Branshire's tradition to bonfire during a storm. The parties are known to be epic." "Small town folks sure are creative... but I'll take the bait. Pick me up at eight." The Cliffs bonfire. That's all the whole of Branshire University talked about. I couldn't even concentrate on my assignments in the library because students left and right were too excited about some stupid storm. I gave a frustrated sigh and dug around in my bag for my headphones. Exams were coming up, so the library had been busier than ever, and it was beyond annoying. I'd almost cussed out a few people already but decided moving to a different spot was
DOM Something was happening right before my eyes, and I had no idea how to go about it. Marcus almost never said things without reason. Even a joke or his teasing always had relevance. He liked to control mindsets and steer them in the right direction... or sometimes the wrong. He was quite good at it. It didn't take me very long to figure it out when we were younger, but when I did, I found myself much more knowledgeable about people and situations. I could read the room by looking at it from his perspective. It was a necessary skill I needed in order to succeed in law, so I learned quickly. Sometimes, I'd let him steer me, and sometimes I didn't. I knew he always had the best intentions for good people. But the ones who crossed him, the ones who stepped on the weak... Well, his intentions for them were not so good, and I knew that made him dangerous. I had known he knew about Miles's abuser and suspected Miles had told him not to tell anyone. He found out about her back
MILES Marcus came and got me for dinner. I wasn't hungry at all, but I knew Maverick would be expecting me. He now made it a personal mission to make sure I ate. If he noticed the way my mother looked at me in disdain, he hadn't shown it. "Come on, Miles. The fight couldn't have been that bad," said Marcus as we descended the stairs. The fight wasn't bad at all. In fact, I would have preferred it to be a big fight rather than these stupid feelings that caused the ache in my chest. Now I was resentful. "It wasn't," I replied. "We simply made our... situations clear." I heard something along the lines of "What a fucking idiot," but I couldn't be sure since Marcus had mumbled it under his breath. "Well, are you okay?" Before, I always had a quick answer to this question. I'd say, "I'm fine," or "Yes, but this time my heart clenched. I was not okay. I was far from okay. Everything I had built to protect myself felt shattered, and now I have given more people control over