Page 2 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

It’s not.

There is nothing supportive about the vapid bitch my father thinks is a good match for me.

He’s got it all planned, I know he has.

A handful of dates, a public engagement announcement followed by a bullshit show of a wedding.

It’s exactly how Scott’s life will go, and exactly how mine isn’t.

I might toe the line, keep my head down, and avoid the pain our father is capable of delivering, but I will not accept that.

I just need to find a way out. And more importantly, a way out that won’t leave those I love behind and in the firing line.

With gritted teeth and my muscles pulled tight, I force myself to sit through the rest of the unbearable double date I was forced to partake in.

By the time we leave and head towards our cars, I’m barely holding on by a thread.

I need to go and find Abigail. I need to somehow try to explain, I need to apologise, I need… Fuck… I don’t even know what I need to do at this point.

She’d have every right to refuse to listen to anything I have to say. Every right never to talk to me again.

The thought of that happening makes me sick to my stomach.

I’ve fought my attraction to her for so long. Longer than I should have. I’ve caused us both more pain than necessary by holding back. And despite warning her that being with me wasn’t going to be easy, I never expected for it to blow up in our faces quite this quickly.

I want her dammit.

I need her.

I’ve also probably royally fucked it up before it’s even started.

The all-powerful Elliot Eaton, fucking everything up he touches.

Dad would have a field day with this.

The only girl I’ve ever truly liked, and I’ve barely made it a few days before shattering what we’ve found together.

“You need to take Lauren home,” Scott points as he rips the passenger door open.

I’m already strapped in with the engine on ready to gun it back to campus to find her.

“You take her. I’m not interested,” I mutter under my breath so she can’t hear. Not that I really give a shit.

Lauren might be pretty, but that’s about all she’s got going for her. That and her father’s money, I guess. But I’m about as interested in that as I am in her looks.

“Do you really want that getting back to Dad?”

I narrow my eyes at him. There is no point calling his bluff, he’ll snitch on me for anything he possibly can. I’m pretty sure I learned that fact about my big brother before I was even walking.

Trust him with nothing. Keep him away from anything you deem precious. He will destroy it all in a heartbeat and with a smile on his face.

Just like he did tonight.

I sit with my fingers wrapped around my wheel in an iron grip as Lauren drops into my passenger seat, ensuring her skirt is short enough that I know what colour her knickers are before she straps herself in and begins adjusting her top to show off her assets. Assets I’m not interested in.

“You really should start taking this more seriously,” she says as I floor it from the car park.

“I have no interest in this, and that won’t change no matter how much you expose yourself to me,” I snap.

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