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Roselyn glanced back at me, then started bobbing and weaving her head in search of something. She finally turned back to Beck, letting out a deep breath. “She did, but she covered it with makeup.”

The hickeys.

She was referring to the hickeys that were finally fading.

“I do not belong to Ramsey Reed,” I hissed out between my clenched teeth, correcting her.

Roselyn rolled her eyes. “Okay, so she doesn’tactuallybelong to Ramsey. However,hethinks that she does, if you catch my drift, Beck.”

Catch her drift?

Who talked like that anymore?

Then Beck did something that held me immobile. I mean, I supposed that I should be used to it by now and all. However, seeing it happening outside a school full of high school students was mesmerizing.

Beck grabbed the cord of his earpiece, then spoke into the microphone, clear as day. “Hey, I’m sending two girls in right now. However, the brunette belongs to Ramsey Reed.”

Holy. Fuck.

Chapter 13

Ramsey~

It was a few minutes before the eleven o’clock mark, and I was both pissed and unsurprised. I’d known that I was going to probably have to go to Emerson’s house and drag her out by her hair, but when I had asked Brandon Greene if his stepsister was going to be here, he’d said that she’d been leaving to pick up Emerson at the same time that he’d been heading to his car.

So, where in the fuck were they?

I’d always been up for a good party, but without Emerson here, there was no reason for me to be here. I mean, sure I drank, but I never got sloppy drunk…well, save for last Friday night after my first encounter with Emerson. Still, I was a casual drinker; booze didn’t make or break me. Parties for me were more of just something to do. Some good times to be had where I could get my dick wet if I were so inclined. However, now that my dick only wanted Emerson, it felt kind of pointless to be here. Me, Deke, and Liam could all chill at one of our pads and have a better time than the scene before us.

I felt Liam’s hand clap my back. “You look fucking pitiful, man,” he announced before dropping his hand.

I growled.

“Jesus, Ram, look around you, dude,” Deke chimed in. “There’s easy pussy for days running around here. Hell, on my way back from the beer chests, I saw Natalie Myers on her knees sucking Leon Dawson off.”

Deke wasn’t lying. People with money thought that money made them better than others and it really didn’t. Sure, I abused the size of my bank account and used what I knew as a way to manipulate people, but I’d never thought that I was better than anyone else. As a matter of fact, Iknewthat I was worse. Money didn’t make someone a good person, just like not having money didn’t make someone a bad person, and a lot of these daytime model citizens were absolute vile creatures at night.

Liam snorted. “Who hasn’t Natalie Myers sucked off?”

“My point,” Deke answered. “If Ram needs to take the edge off, I’m sure someone is willing to drop to her knees to make it happen.”

I was sure of it, too. Hell, there’d probably be a line, considering that I hadn’t fucked around in over a year. Any one of these females would jump at the chance to break my dry spell. Still, I only wanted Emerson.

“I appreciate the concern, gentlemen, but I’m not about to stick my dick in Natalie Myer’s mouth,” I deadpanned. “Or any of her other orifices,” I added, just to shut Deke up.

Liam gave an exaggerated shiver. “At least, not without two fucking wrappers, that’s for sure.”

After a heartbeat of silence, Deke said, “You know she’s not going to show up, right?”

The lake was located on the south side of town and had an inlet of about ten miles long that fed into the Pacific Ocean. Sands Cove was an elite town in Northern California, and the lake was its pride and joy.

The lake’s water spanned half a mile wide and was a mile long if you didn’t count the narrow stream that fed into the Pacific. Since the town was mostly void of adults, the lake was a party haven for the young. It wasn’t often that any adults came out here, and if they did, it was while we kids were in school, and they could enjoy the scenery in peace.

Actually, most of the adults who worked in the actual town lived there, too. The outskirts of Sands Cove were our domain. It was populated with mansions, luxury cars, and many, many spoiled rich kids. The working population stayed far, far away from us, and I didn’t blame them.

“What makes you say that?” I asked Deke.

“Because even if she didn’t despise you, Ram, that girl is not interested in all this shit,” he said, stating the obvious. “Emerson Andrews does not care about our money, our last names, or our social standings. She gives two fucks about the One-Percent, Ram.”

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