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“I don’t believe you. I know you always had a thing for him, probably left to follow him to New York. Apparently, it’s where he’s been this whole time. How could you not tell me, Wynter?” Her voice suddenly softens. “We fucking mourned him, thought he was dead, and this whole time he was out on a romantic rendezvous with you.”

She’s got it all wrong. “Okay, slow down there. That is not what happened. The one and only time I saw Luke was when…” I pause, unsure of how to say anything without making her more suspicious. “Is the last day I was in New York. I had no idea he was there. Mind you, I also believed he was dead.”

Both Carrington and I are startled when the front door is swung open, revealing a very pissed off and frankly worried looking Damon. He charges, guns blazing toward us and when he catches sight of all the glass shattered along the floor, he nearly loses it.

“Wynter,” he shouts out, a little breathless, like he’s run all the way here.

Carrington looks over at him and then back at me, a sheer look of confusion on her face. “What the hell is he doing here?” she says, just as Damon reaches me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a mind-numbing kiss. Holy shit, I’ve fucking missed him.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asks. “I got your message. You sounded worried, scared even. Is everything okay?”

I recall the voicemail I left him and realize I am in deep. I’m going to have so much explaining to do, especially now that Carrie’s here demanding I tell her where her brother is.

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I was just a little jumpy. Jeremy left. It was dark and quiet, too quiet. I thought I was hearing things. Turns out it was just my dear old friend Carrie, breaking in.”

Carrie rolls her eyes, flicking her hair over her shoulder and crossing her arms over her chest. The move makes her tits press tighter together.Is she fucking kidding me right now?

“I didn’t break in. The hot bartender didn’t lock the door on his way out. Now don’t change the subject. I know you’re lying, Wynter. All you’ve ever done is lie about everything.”

“I’ll fucking kill him for that,” Damon whispers against my lips, totally ignoring the fact she is right behind us, watching the whole thing with her mouth gaping open.

“What the hell is this?” Carrington asks, stunned by what she sees. She always had a thing for Damon, not that she would ever admit it, but she was pretty obsessed with his bad boy charm since he first stepped foot at Servite Academy. How could she not? Everyone at the academy was drawn to the darkness he exuded and the whole,I give no fucks, bad boy attitude.

Especially after finding out he and Scarlett were a thing. When Ace started his infatuation with Scarlett, Carrie went after Damon, thinking she’d enact some revenge dating scheme only he never gave her the time of day.

“Get the fuck out, Carrington.” Damon beats me to the punch. “I won’t let you stand here and insult Wynter.”

“Wow Wynnie, I knew you’d gone soft, but I never thought you’d stoop so low and start fucking the help. Though I hear, he’s not the same penniless punk anymore.”

I’m so fucking tired of having to deal with her on top of everything today. “Say what you want to say, Carrington. Ihonestly stopped caring about what you or anyone thinks of me a long time ago. Life continues after high school, but you seem to be stuck in that mean girl persona you were always a professional at.”

The bitch scoffs, “Don’t forget you were just as bad, if not worse, than me. Or have you forgotten, Ice Princess?”

I push out of Damon’s embrace and turn toward her. “We are nothing alike, Carrie, because I grew the fuck up and realized all that bullshit we were raised to believe, that we were better than everyone else…well it’s just that. Bullshit.” Turning back to Damon, wrap my arms around his neck and tug him toward me until our lips are a mere inch away from one another. Licking my lips, I graze him with my tongue. “Besides, help or not, best sex of my fucking life.”

“God, you two are disgusting.”

Damon bites down on my bottom lip and grabs my ass with both hands. “I won’t warn you again, Carrington,” he says over his shoulder. “Get the fuck out of this bar or I swear to God, I’ll drag your ass out by that pretty little fake head of blonde hair you’ve got.”

Understanding that she’s now outnumber and lost this round, Carrington pouts, though she spews another line of venom before strutting out. “Whatever. You two deserve each other. This isn’t over, Wynter. If anything happens to my brother because of you, mark my words. You will regret ever stepping foot back in Hillcrest Hills.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

WYNTER

Warm lips, a tight body, and a hell of a lot of stamina—that’s what home feels like.

“Fuck, baby. The way you kicked her out, hmm, I want to just kiss you from how hot it made me to hear you stand up for me like that.”

Damon’s mouth sucks at the sensitive skin above my collarbone, peppering kisses all around my neck. His huge hands cup my breasts, squeezing gently as he twists my nipples in between his fingers. They’re sensitive, so fucking responsive, especially under the thin layer of my bralette that makes no barrier whatsoever.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up into his arms, hoisting me until I wrap my legs around his waist. “Fuck, Princess. You don’t know how bad I wanted you tonight. You were all I could think about all day.” He squeezes my ass. “This ass, fuck, I want to write my name all over it too.”

“Mmm, maybe if you lick it good, I might just let you.”

The growl that leaves his chest reverberates in the entire room. “Don’t fucking say things like that. I’ll flip your ass over right here and fuck your pretty little ass right here in my best friend's bar.”

Damon sets me down on the counter and nudges his way between my thighs. “You think they have cameras?” I ask, suddenly very curious. “Maybe they’re watching us right now, getting all hot…”

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