Page 24 of Crown Jewels
“Okay, then there’s only one option.”
I sighed, “And what’s that?”
What he said was not at all what I was expecting, and actually kind of genius.
“You have to knock little miss Ruby up with the next Kessler heir.”
EMMA
“Iheard about it from Jimmy, who you know always has an inside track on these things…”
“Uh huh.” I nodded at my brother as if I was paying attention to what he was saying.
Whatever it was, he was pretty excited about it. Mitch only animated his speech when he was happy about something, or super pumped up. Did not caring what he was talking about make me a bad sister? To be fair, I tried at first, but my mind was on other things. Well, one other thing, who hadn’t been home in three days.
My eyes wandered over to Vahn’s closed bedroom door.
Where did he go? It wasn’t unusual for him to spend a night out here and there—side effects of being a manwhore I suppose—but he was never gone for this long. Not even when he started sleeping with Tiffany Wainright, who every guy on campus had a thing for. She was beautiful, rich, and a complete and utter bitch.
Was that where Vahn was? As far as I knew he cut ties with her months ago, which Tiffany wasn’t too happy about. I believe her exact words were, ‘a bottom feeder like you does not get to dump me’.
When you spend years living with someone, you learn a lot about them. For example, Vahn was arrogant, abnormally entitled, an absolute asshole, and stubborn as hell. But he was a good friend to Mitch. If my brother was in trouble, Vahn would be there no questions asked. So, I put up with him.
That Tiffany situation made me see Vahn in a new light. Not only did he not put up with her I’m better than everyone attitude, but he couldn’t be bought either.
He threw away every gift she sent him. And some were quite expensive. Vahn had a lot of bad qualities, but he had integrity, and I could respect that.
At least that’s what I thought until he shoved his hand down my pants. Now, I couldn’t help but wonder if the Tiffany thing was all an act. Maybe if he had shown some remorse or hesitation of any kind, but he didn’t. Vahn was getting off on it. I’d never forget the way he stared at me while he had me pinned in the recliner. It was like he wanted to do more.
Maybe he did? Maybe I did. Not that I could talk to him about it because he disappeared. Then again, maybe it was just my own frustration messing with me. I tried to finish the job that Vahn started, and failed.
So, I’d been on edge for days. For all I knew that was his plan. Some new sick way to torment me.
Mitch slammed his hand down on the table between us. “Emma!”
“What?”
“Are you listening to me?”
I had no idea what we were talking about, but I didn’t want to upset him.
“Of course I am.” I lied.
“So, you’re on board?”
“Sure.” I waved while looking back over at Vahn’s door.
Was he avoiding me, or was he busy? What if he couldn’t look at me because I did it wrong? Could one even do something like that wrong? I didn’t have much control in the situation, so it wasn’t really my fault. Vahn did have sex for a living, and it was kind of hard to live up to those standards when one had zero experience. If he was disappointed that was his own fault.
Fuck Vahn Kessler and his stupid magic fingers. He should’ve never touched me.
My head tipped to the side.
Why did he touch me? That was the part I didn’t get. Vahn had never shown any interest in me. I was nothing more than Mitch’s baby sister to him. The annoying girl he shared an apartment with. He’d made that perfectly clear over the years. Still…
“Aren’t you worried about Vahn?” What if something happened to him?
Mitch cocked a brow. “Why would I be worried about Vahn?”
