Page 29 of Obsessed with my Temptation

Mark was the reason why I distrusted popular good boys, and most of the reason why I wanted to stay away from Scott. The Mayor’s son was all fake charisma, his silver tongue and privilege opening him every door there was to open. He was a straight-A student, but he liked to party. He was popular, and he kept himself that way by hanging out with the cool kids. Friends were like tissues to him—after they’d been thoroughly used, they could be thrown away.

I’d been unfortunate enough to be on his path.

And when he needed someone to blame for his misdoings—he chose the obvious person, the one that people wouldn’t doubt would do something that bad in the first place.

I’d wanted to think Scott was the same way. That he was the same brand of douchebag hiding under that Princely mask.

But I could already tell he wasn’t.

He was a guy struggling with his sexuality. Trapped in a role, feeling guilty about his submissive desires. He wasn’tbad. Not like Mark.

But he wasn’t my problem.

I was momentarily distracted from my thoughts when Scott looked at me. My heart stuttered when his eyes met mine, and I’d been about to smirk,knowingI would always have his attention.

But then he looked away.

And didn’t look back.

I resented the curl of hurt and disappointment coiling in my stomach.

“Do you want to leave?” Andy asked after his turn, coming to stand next to me. “We don’t need to stay here, I just wanted you to chill for a bit.”

“I’m fine.”

“Is that why you’re looking at those two like you’re planning murder?”

Maybe not murder—but something close to it.

Look at me.

Wasn’t it grand? I’d wanted him to get the hint earlier, and now here I was, shouting at him internally,begging himto meet my eyes.

I was about to tell Andy that we should go. I couldn’t take being in the presence of this shit show any longer, not when Mark leaned in close to whisper in Scott’s ear.

But the surprise in Scott’s eyes halted me. His jaw hardened. He didn’t look nice anymore as he spoke to Mark.

Then Mark’s hand fell on his leg.

Hell no.

I was moving before I knew it, an aborted sound coming out of Andy as I took long purposeful strides toward the Prince.

“I need to talk to you.”

Scott’s eyes widened as they took me in. My heart rattled in my chest like a bird in a cage. “What?” he asked.

I stared Mark down as he tried to make me leave.

With a last look Scott’s way, one that didn’t leave space for dismissal, I left.

If he didn’t come, then it was all lost anyway.

He could do what he wanted.

But I wanted so badly for him to come, toobey, that I could taste blood in my mouth.

“Are you going to go at it?” Henry Campbell asked as I walked by him. “I don’t want the Prince’s blood in the house.”

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