Page 34 of Seeds of Malice

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Dax

"So tomorrow, I'll see you at ten o'clock," I murmur.

She nods. "Okay."

I give her another kiss, until she's kissing me like I'm her everything, and then I pull back. It's part of my strategy. I need to make her want me but not always get me. Not yet, at least, even though my cock's been hard as a fucking brick all night.

She glances at my lips again.

I continue holding back. "You better get back inside before your dad wakes up."

She breathlessly agrees. "Yeah, okay."

I help her through the window, then I race back to the golf cart, get on it, and return to my house.

The sun will rise soon, and there's no way I'm sleeping. I don't need to. I'm high on life right now.

It wasn't even that difficult to convince Ivy that Cindy's a liar, and I had to stop myself from laughing.

Ivy's super naive. Like every girl around here, she's already fallen for me. It won't be long before she'll do anything to please me.

And there's no doubt she'll soon be miserable living here. The things the others will do to her will break her in two. And it's going to be joyous to watch.

As the sun rises and the morning progresses, I stay busy preparing for our day. I order the staff to bring me a cooler full of drinks and food for the boat. I select my favorite sailboat. It's not huge; it's more quaint. It has everything I need in it. A small kitchen, a bathroom, and most of all a bed. I debate whether I should take Ivy today or down the road, but I decide to keep my options open.

I return to my golf cart to pick up Ivy, and my phone buzzes. I glance down at the text.

Ivy: I'll meet you at the lake.

Me: No, I'm coming to get you.

Ivy: I think it's best if I meet you there.

I freeze, but it doesn't take long for me to figure out why.

My adrenaline pumps up.

Time to lay the guilt on her.

I text her back.

Me: Is your dad there?

Ivy: He's within eyesight.

Me: I'm not going to hide us from him. And you're eighteen. You can see me if you want to. Plus, it's your dad. I want him to like me. So he needs to get over this and give me a chance.

Ivy: That's not a good idea right now, Dax.

Me: Are you embarrassed by me?

Ivy: Of course not. But this is complicated. I need to deal with my dad on my own terms. That will take some time.

I love it when I get to create a guilty conscience. So, I fire off a new text.

Me: So you are embarrassed by me. Am I not good enough for you?

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