Page 7 of SummerTime Madness
Chase stops mid-step and throws out his arm to block me. “Tate tell me where are we going?”
“Let me go,” I snap, shoving past him and heading deeper into the woods shaking my head, like he didn’t know where I was going. But that’s Chase for ya, her loyal dog till the end.
He doesn’t understand why I hated her…
She didn’t just take. She planned it. Every touch, every kiss… fuck even him and I. Everything was so perfectly planned.
She made us pawns to her twisted games. Made us animals, and years later we still come crawling with the leash between our teeth.
I wish he’d see who she is and not what we want her to be. He thinks her blackmail was nothing but teen drama but it was more to me. She broke my trust and maybe even my judgment is a tad bit cloudy. I just can’t get past her betrayal.
The memory plays on loop—me moaning as I empty into Chase’s mouth, the sound filling the room like a curse.
That was the moment. The betrayal.
The final push to start building my garden—to outshine her precious legacy.
“C’mon. What are we doing here, Tate?” Chase drawls from behind me as we creep through the abandoned garden.
The overgrown vines stretch out like limbs, but I have one mission today, and that’s ending my rival–the one fighting for my spot at the internship I earned.
Earned.
And not on my knees.
But countless hours studying.
I should have known she would try to take this opportunity from me–just like she did before–but I need this. It’s not like I was born to a rich family, unlike her, which means I need all the financial assistance I can get.
I hate asking my mom for money, and my botanical art prints aren’t selling. I guess selling my dick pics have helped out a bit, but this internship with Luxor Labs can change my life, and the only thing in the way is the thorn in my heart.
I take a deep breath in. Maybe one day I’ll be able to open my own galleria–but instead of the average art, it’s plants.
Exotic. And all mine.
But I can’t achieve that if she’s chosen for the internship at the Lab. After stalking her and Professor Johnson for a bit, I easily added two and two together.
They are fucking…
And what better way to dish out karma than using the same sick method she used on me. Anger bubbles inside me as I think of a younger me–naive and in love.
Thinking Chase and I could share her… love her… but she was just using us. We were just pawns.
Insolent. Greedy. Brat.
“Are we spying on Cordelia again?” Chase asks all enthusiastically, I don’t know why though–she only comes to him to feed her ego. And it’s not like my intentions are just to simply spy on her and fuck him while we watch her. I want to use her same method to get what I rightfully deserve. Cordelia likes to play– like a cat would do with a mouse. She likes that I fight the need to give in and tortures me with the obscene sounds of her pussy as Chase pushes into it.
I’m playing to win…
She will break first, not me.
“Yes,” I finally answer, to which Chase responds with a shake of his head.
“Why?”
We walk down the edge of a small stream, heading even deeper into the woods. After a few minutes of walking, we reach the perfect spot. I smile, pointing at my dear step sister on her knees with our professor’s cock inside her beautiful mouth.
“That’s why.”
