Page 13 of Cruel Riches

My room was in one of the turrets on the top floor, and it was large and octagonal-shaped. I strode upstairs and opened the door to find a tanned girl with auburn hair lounging on my bed.

“Georgina,” I said, brows furrowing as I dumped my bags on the floor. “What are you doing in here?”

“Waiting for you,” she said as she sat up straight. “Where have you been?”

“At home.”

“No, I mean, where have you been? You haven’t texted me in weeks.”

“Yeah, I’ve been kinda busy.”

She got off the bed and batted her dark eyelashes at me. “Too busy for this?” she said, reaching for the front of my pants.

I smirked and let her pull the zipper down.

Georgina and I had hooked up a lot over the last year. She was pretty hot, but I never wanted it to go further than sex. I wasn’t interested in relationships, and I didn’t see her as girlfriend material anyway. Too annoying and clingy.

Fuck, though… her blowjob game was immaculate.

She sank to her knees on the floor, lips parting expectantly. I brought my cock out and pressed it to her bottom lip. She let out a little hiss of excitement, which made me even harder.

“Suck,” I commanded, threading one hand in her hair.

She looked up at me, letting my cock slide right into her mouth. A little moan escaped her lips as she started licking and sucking me, and then she got her hands involved, wrapping them around the base and squeezing tight as she jerked them up and down beneath her hardworking mouth.

“Come on, baby, suck harder.” I forced myself deeper into her mouth, making her choke a little, but it didn’t faze her. She kept going, eyes watering slightly, and I held onto her hair and groaned as she took me even deeper.

“That’s it,” I grunted. “All the way down.”

She whimpered, and the vibration from the sound sent a jolt right up my spine.

“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned. “That’s it, Alexis. Keep doing that.”

Georgina wrenched herself away and glared up at me. “Who the fuck is Alexis?”

Her words landed on me like freezing rain, sending a chill to my bones. “What did you just say?”

Georgina wiped some drool away from the left corner of her lips. “You called me Alexis,” she snapped, eyes glittering with jealousy.

“No I didn’t.”

She stood up straight. “Yes, you fucking did,” she hissed, stalking over to my desk to grab her purse. “I guess I know where you’ve been for the last month now. You’ve been fucking Alexis.”

“I haven’t,” I said stiffly.

She whirled around to look at me again, still seething. “Oh, yeah? Then who the fuck is she, and why did you say her name while your dick was in my mouth?”

“She’s nothing. Seriously.”

“Whatever. I’m leaving.”

She stomped out of the room.

I didn’t bother going after her. Couldn’t be fucked arguing. Besides, I probably did call her Alexis.

It wasn’t because I was screwing Alexis Livingston, though, and it wasn’t because I wanted to, either. Sure, she had a stunning face and a hot body, but that didn’t mean I thought about her in that sort of way. She’d just been on my mind a lot lately. That tended to happen when you needed to follow every aspect of someone’s life while plotting their downfall. So the thing a few seconds ago was just a stupid slip of the tongue. Nothing more.

But speaking of Alexis…

I looked down at my watch and frowned. Blackthorne’s top-floor residence halls were opening at three, which meant she’d probably be arriving with all her stuff soon.

I smiled thinly.

It was time to go and welcome her.

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