Page 38 of Dirty Heirs

Everyone in Connecticut and probably New York read about the brutal home invasion at the Doyles. Ella was home at the time, and I’d always wondered how much she saw and heard.

Did they hurt her, too?

The police hadn’t caught the intruders. For months, Cian Doyle pushed them for leads. My uncle Declan even offered support but was tossed off the Doyle Estate. No matter what, my uncle and her father would always be enemies despite having one in common.

“Well, he’s like crazy protective now,” Ella explained, picking at her nails. “I can’t go anywhere without a security detail. School and work are my only escape from his imprisonment. He’ll let me go to the painting class. Maybe the football game because it’s school-related. But I highly doubt my dad will let me stay out for a party.”

Aiden pulled her toward him and planted a kiss on her lips. “What if you say you’re sleeping at a friend’s house?”

She laughed. “He would never buy that. I don’t have any friends.” Her eyes drifted to me. “You and your friends made sure of that.”

“I’ll admit I haven’t always been nice to you.” I grabbed three water bottles from the refrigerator, passing one to Ella. “But I want to change that, okay?”

Ella twisted off the cap and took a sip. “How do you plan to do that?”

“We will fix it.” I slid a bottle in front of Aiden, looking at him to confirm what I was about to say. “Alex will come home with you and pretend you’re friends. She’ll charm the pants off your old man. ”

Aiden’s brows furrowed. “I don’t know about this. I’m not sending Alex into the lion’s den. She’s not good under pressure. And if Cian finds out who she is…”

“Until recently, she was Alexandrea Fox,” I pointed out. “Alex can lie. Cian won’t do a background check on her.”

“This could work. But…” The stool creaked as Ella turned to face Aiden. “Are you okay with this?”

Aiden ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “I’ll talk to Alex. We should head back to school.” He rose from the stool and drank from the bottle. “She can go home with Ella today and lay the groundwork for this weekend.” Standing behind Ella, he bent down and kissed her cheek. “You good with that, Cinders?”

Her cheeks flushed as she peeked up at him. “If it means spending the night with you, then yeah. I’m more than good.”

Chapter Nineteen

ELLA

We made it back to school for the last class of the day. I said goodbye to Sonny and Aiden, and forty-five minutes later, I found them waiting outside the door for me. People whispered as I walked down the corridor in the arms of two hot billionaire boys.

I was finally popular.

No longer an outsider.

Aiden wove his fingers between mine, holding my hand like we were dating. It sure as hell felt like it. We gravitated toward each other like magnets, surrounded by an invisible energy field, unable to resist our attraction.

“Alex is meeting us at her locker,” Aiden told me. “She’ll go home with you, and I’ll pick her up later. That good with you?”

I nodded as we rounded the corner and headed toward the locker bank. “I hope this works.”

“It will,” Sonny said, confident as usual. “Just make sure you sell it to your dad, and you’ll spend Saturday night on my yacht with us.”

A big-ass grin tugged at his pretty mouth. The three of us fell into a familiar groove, strolling through the school like we owned the place. His palm touched my back but didn't stay there long before it inched lower until his big hand squeezed my ass.

I gasped at the sudden connection.

“You got a fat ass, El.” Sonny grabbed another handful of my flesh, sliding up my skirt an inch. “I can’t wait to fuck you from behind and watch this ass shake with my cock deep inside you.”

“Um,” I stammered, unsure how to respond and so turned on by the thought of having sex with Sonny. “I’ve never…”

I was so out of my depth with Aiden and Sonny. They’d been with girls and boys and were way more experienced than me.

“She’s a virgin,” Aiden said before I could get the courage to say it aloud. “Don’t push her to do anything she doesn’t want.”

“Hey, I’m not pushing her to do anything,” Sonny countered, head held high. “I’m just saying… When our girl is ready, I got dibs on her ass.” He palmed it again, not giving a shit that everyone was looking at us. “I’m kinda obsessed with it.”

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