Page 28 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson
“There she is. I still don’t see any stick,” Phoenix chirped, rubbing his knuckles over his cheekbones. Like mine, they were scarred and gnarly, proof of his tough childhood.
Micah’s brow furrowed. “Stick?”
“The one up her ass. Surely, she has one. Her old man does,” he said in an oddly satisfied voice. I wasn’t worried as I knew they were wrong.
They were looking at Molly,myMolly. I twisted back, stating, “Everyone, relax. That isn’t Miller’s kid. I metherthis morning. She’s cool,” I stated, playing it down. My heart was racing in my chest, knowing that she was in the same room as me.
“She’s more than cool. She’s hotter than the sun, bro. And believe me. That’s Miller’s kid,” Micah replied with a leery grin.
I speared him with a look, a dart of jealousy shooting through me at the thought of him staring at my Molly like that.
MyMolly, the thought was ridiculous. How could she be mine when we’d had one fucking conversation.
Doubt trickled into the normal part of my brain as I turned away, “That can’t be Miller’s daughter.”
“Why would you doubt me, bro?” Micah countered, looking puzzled.
Managing to stop myself from stuttering, I added. “She told me her name was Molly. Plus, she looks fuck all like Miller. She’s tiny and he’s huge, plus their coloring isn’t the same.”
“She probably takes after her mother,” Reed suggested.
I was starting to panic at the thought that the girl I had met that morning and Miller’s kidwerethe same person. Shit.
I also hated how Micah and Reed were checking her out. When I met her in the library, I had no idea that I might need to murder my brothers over her. Weneverfought over girls, ever.Bros before hoeswas our mantra.
But I was missing the point. If Mollywasthe principal’s daughter, she was now off-limits toallof us.
“Her name is Mary-Ann, but shegoesby Molly,” Micah stated, so sure of himself. “I remember now. That’s what she said this morning in the hallway.”
And that bubble I had been in all morning burst.
Fuck!
I slowly lifted my chin and whipped my neck around, strategically keeping my head low.
My eyes levelled on herstunningface and at that point, I was fucked (again). That phenomenon of having strong feelings about this girl when our eyes met that morning came swooping back.
Blinking at her in surprise, I checked her out. She was standing with Storm. They were talking, their expressions animated. Molly appeared nervous and slightly flushed. But not a hair was out of place. It should be a criminal offence to look that sweet.
Angercrashedinto my chest, and I gripped the edge of the tablehard. All the guys in her vicinity were staring, yet she just stood there, oblivious to how much attentionshe was getting. A group of junior boys walked by her, and I watched Molly’s posture stiffen as one whispered something in her ear before heading toward the lunch queue. What the fuck did he say? From the color of her cheeks, inappropriate would be my guess.
Jealousy flared as I saw Josh Sanderson sitting on a table behind us, blatantly ogling her. Cocksucker. He was a dirty player on and off the field and the desire to fuck up the other side of his pretty boy face fizzed through me. He evidently needed his jaw breaking. I found it amusing how his girlfriend sat half over his lap, glaring towards the female who had her boy’s attention, yet he appeared none the wiser. Why she put up with his shit was anyone’s guess, the dude was a bag of dicks on a good day.
Tate’s on-and-off boyfriend, Cash Ryan, was also staring at Molly like he wanted to get his dick wet—faithless bastard. Don’t get me wrong, I could put it about a bit, but girls knew the score before they started anything with me. Ihatedcheaters. It was probably one of the reasons I’d never had a proper girlfriend. Why put unnecessary pressure on yourself?
I scrunched my eyes together and wiggled my jaw, trying to get some feeling back into my face.
Yep, there was no doubt about it, little Molly Miller was going to shake things up for both sexes at Harbor Heights.
How could someone be so physically alluring yet have that untouched vibe?
Because she’s the principal’s pristine, stuck-up kid.
I wondered how it would feel to loosen her up in bed.
Get your head out of the gutter, Gage!
My blood buzzed. I was thoroughly pissed off. Life had already fucked me over so many times I’d lost count. And now all was revealed in its unpalatable glory. The girl I’d met in the library that morning and Miller’s bratwerethe same person. There was no way I couldeverinvolve myself with anything Miller-related. Well, apart from the beer.
