Page 15 of Baby Duke

West

"A beautiful douchebag."

The words are barely a breath as they leave those infuriatingly tempting lips. I slide my gaze back to the seductress at my side.

Her eyes are glazed over as she stares at me. I smirk as I realize she has no idea she has spoken aloud.

"You think I am beautiful, Weiner?" I ask, tilting my head as she shakes herself back to reality.

Roe's face turns pink before twisting back into the familiar scowl. "I called you a douchebag, Baby Duke. Not beautiful."

I roll my eyes but can't prevent my smirk from widening. "Whatever, Princess."

I lounge back into my seat and spread my legs even wider. I've got to let the jewels breathe, after all. My right leg brushes against Roes and she about jumps out of her skin at the contact. I would be lying if I said my cock didn't do the same.

I grin lazily as I feel Roe glaring at the side of my face.

Mr. Foster, the entitled prick, starts droning on again, but I am not listening. Not that I was listening before Roe arrived, but her presence by my side sears heat through my veins.

I watch her out of the corner of my eye as she pulls out a blank textbook and pen, then promptly sticks the end between her teeth, her tongue rolling against it every few seconds. I am seconds away from blowing my load in my pants like a virgin, but holy fuck does she make something so gross and germy look sinful and sexy.

I casually reach beneath the desk to adjust my cock, and those demon-green eyes flick to me. I tilt my head but refuse to meet her gaze. She glares for a moment before turning to refocus on Foster.

The bell rings soon after, announcing recess. Mr. Foster calls out futilely about homework as chairs scrape and students chatter. I sit for a moment longer as Roe stands and bends to retrieve her bag, giving me a show of smooth and silky upper thighs. If she would just bend a little further… I tilt my head to get a better view when she suddenly stands again. Trent motherfucking William’s is staring daggers at me as he hands Roe her bag.

Roe turns to look at me as she sees Trent's glare.

"Did you enjoy the view?" she snarls, putting two and two together.

I smirk as I stand.

"Absolutely."

She huffs but, for once, keeps her trap shut, taking the notes Trent has oh so kindly given her from today's lesson.

Ignoring them, I head for the cafeteria.

"Yo, West, my man!" Law says as he claps his hands on my shoulders from behind. "So, I heard this little rumor that you and a certain Nixon sister got into it this morning."

"They aren't sisters, you idiot," I huff. "They are aunt and niece."

"Whatever, same difference. So, lay it out for me. Did the little minx put out her claws?"

"Of course she fucking did, you met her yesterday! She is a fucking uneducated bitch who needs to be taught a lesson."

"Hell yes, sign me up for that!" Law hollers.

I stop and slam Law into the nearest locker. The crowd parts, giving us cursory glances as they pass, used to my unhinged moods.

"She's m-"

"Yeah, yeah, Roe is yours. I get it, dude," Law laughs, shoving me off him before slinging his arm back around my shoulders.

"East seems to have taken a shine to her," I mumble after a moment.

"No shit?" Law says. "Little Sis does love to get on your nerves."

I can't contain the growl that rumbles through my chest. "I am trying to protect her. If she would just open her damn ears and listen to me once in a while..."

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