Page 141 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

One week since his Heir status was ripped out from beneath him. And yet, at school nothing much has changed at all.

Of course, the rumours were rife at first.

For the first time in my life, the whispers and stares have been aimed in a direction other than mine.

But Oakley, Reese, and Theo soon stamped out the gossip and chatter. Heir or no Heir, Elliot is still an Eaton by name and his reputation still precedes him.

“So I’m thinking end of exams party here at the end of June?” Oakley says as we laze around on the patch of grass outside the Chapel.

Elliot tightens his arm around my waist as I lean back against his solid chest, enjoying the mini-heatwave we’ve been having.

“No party,” he grumbles, and Oakley rolls his eyes.

“Final party. It’s happening. Get on board.”

“I don’t know, brother. He has a point. Do we even like anyone enough to invite them to a party?”

“It’s not about liking them, dear sister.” Oakley smirks at Liv. “It’s about reminding them that no matter how much they try, they’ll never be as cool or as epic as we are.”

“Spoken like a true Heir,” Tally mutters.

“You weren’t saying that last night when you were riding this Heir’s dick, crying for?—”

“Pig,” Liv scoffs right as Tally throws her empty can of Coke at Oakley’s head.

“Ow, what the fuck was that for?”

“No party,” Elliot repeats.

“We’ve got to do something to celebrate,” Oakley complains.

“Can we tell them?” Elliot whispers against my ear, and I twist back to meet his heavy stare.

“You’re sure?” I ask, and he nods.

“Okay.”

“Actually, we might have a better alternative.”

“If you’re going to suggest we all pile down to the basement for?—”

“Oakley!” We all grumble, and he grins.

“If everything goes to plan, we can celebrate at our new place,” Elliot blurts, the slight quiver in his voice so adorable, I find myself smiling.

“What do you mean, your new place?” Theo frowns. “What?—”

“Oh my God, you’re moving in together?” Tally shrieks, and soft laughter spills out of me.

“If we can find somewhere,” Elliot says, and I quickly add, “We’ll find somewhere.”

“Oh, how the tables have turned.” Reese smirks.

“Don’t even start.” Elliot warns.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Something about the twinkle in Reese’s eye tells me the second me and the girls aren’t around, they’re going to give him plenty of crap about it. But I’m too happy to care.

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