Page 313 of Vicious Saint
“Seriously? Didn’t you two fuck this morning?”
What in the everloving hell?
How did he know that?
“Did not…” I lie, shrugging a grumbling Saint off me.
“Kinda hard to deny a fuck fest when you butt dialed me.”
With my heart lurching in my chest I pull my cell out of my blazer pocket, looking through to find, yup, a call with Archer around seven in the morning.
“Twelve minutes?” I screech at him. “Twelve fucking minutes you listened to us?”
He shrugs, unbothered by the growl erupting from Saint. “At least five of them were before, during whatever the fight was about your skirt.”
Ah, yes, the one Saint’s been trying for what feels like decades to turn into pants. Ha. Not happening.
Does Archer need to know this fight actually took placeduringsex? No. Would Saint want me to tell him? Absolutely fucking no. But the brat I am does anyway for the sake of keeping him on his toes.
“That wasn’tbefore, Arch.”
“You mustreallywant me to Halo him,” Saint grits out without looking at either of us.
“Get over it, Lavell.” Archer rolls his eyes. “It’s not like she doesn’t tell me and Bex every unwanted detail of your extracurricular activities.”
Saint’s gaze whips to me, where I reassure him Archer’s lying with a, “Would I really do that?” Whether Saint believes me or not is left on a cliffhanger as the bell rings for next period, which all three of us decide to skip and make the trek to my dorm room.
“So, what’re we doing?” Archer asks as he settles himself comfortably on my bed, then freezes with his arms out to the side, as if coming to some sort of disgusted realization. “Uh. Please don’t tell me this is where you guys were fucking earlier.”
“Nope.” I toss my backpack on the table. “We spent the night in—” My answer gets cut short by Saint’s hand stretching over my mouth.
“What’s the problem?”
Why the hell wouldn’t Saint want me to tell Archer about the studio? The serious look on his face offers no answer, other than how much he means business about me keeping my trap shut.
I oblige with a nod, and he removes his hand.
Archer, thankfully, is too busy flipping through channels to notice the tension.
A single knock comes from the door before it opens just enough to reveal Carlo’s head as he announces the two guests who came to join us. Only one of which I’m shocked since he’s supposed to be away visiting his cousin.
Levi strolls in with a grim expression, a complete contrast to a cheerful Theory.
“Why the fuck aren’t you in class?” Saint barks at his sister, who seems more concerned with the scuff on her Jimmy Choo’s than her brother’s wrath.
“Heard you guys were skipping the rest of the day…so I figured I would join you.”
“That’s not how this works, baby girl, and you know it.”
Theory waves off Saint and removes her heels, then throws her blazer over my desk chair. “Whatcha watchin’ Good Guy?” She sashays over to my best friend, who’s letting out a harsh huff of annoyance as she scoots next to him.
“Just FYI. Not once have I ever agreed to this stupid pet name.”
Sucking air through his teeth, Saint replies, “The math test isn’t for another thirty minutes, so there’s still time to be a rebel.”
Archer shoots to an upright position. “Shit!”
“Shit.” I mirror him, because I actually studied for this one.
