Page 39 of Kings of Westbrook High

Damon blinks, moving his eyes back up to my face. “What?”

“Katherine.”

He licks his lips and steps up behind me, watching me paint my lips a natural nude color to hide the now fading cut.

“She won't talk about her.” He tells me, referring to his mother. “We've tried a few times and gotten nowhere. It’s like you said, she's not stupid, but she might slip up on why you’re here if you can play your cards right.” He plasters his chest to my back, taking my waist with both hands before leaning down to speak in my ear. “So play nice, punk.”

“I'd rather play dirty.” I tease, tipping my head back on his shoulder to look at him.

A sexy little groan slips from his throat and he slides his arms around my middle, teasing my lips with his. “Will you ever do as you're told?”

“I'm wearing this stupid dress and going out with her because you told me to, remember?”

“Yeah.” He licks his lips, and I almost moan when his tongue slips across my lip ring. “And you look so fuckin’ beautiful, baby girl.”

I swallow and pull my brows in, damn near melting in his arms because no one's ever called me that before. I've been praised for my looks and my body since I was a child. I've been called a lot of things by a lot of boys and men - hot, gorgeous, sexy, a fine piece of ass - but never that.

Never beautiful.

“Because of the dress.”

“Because you're you.”

My brows jump and I look away, eyeing Kai when he grins and holds up a pair of six inch red bottom stilettos.

“You can't be serious.”

He laughs at the look of pure horror on my face, handing them to me anyway. “Just try them.”

“And break my neck? No, thank you.”

“Quit bein’ a brat and put them on.”

“Call me a brat one more time, fuck boy.” I warn, snatching the stupid shoes from him.

He feigns a pout and I roll my eyes, bending over to put them on.

“Why do you call me that?”

“Word on the street is you fuck anything that moves.”

He nods, unashamed. “What's Wren's nickname?”

I grin, looking over at him. “Ganja man.”

“Fuck, yeah, it is.” He grins back, lazily bumping my fist without moving from his seat.

I straighten up to look in the mirror again, shaking my head at myself when I realize I look just like all those rich bitches at school.

“How much is this outfit worth?”

“Only about two grand.” Kai shrugs, falling back on my bed.

“Only.” I deadpan, grabbing a black designer clutch from the closet to toss my shit inside. “And now?”

“Three.”

I pretend I heard him wrong and stumble to the door like Bambi on ice, flipping them off over my shoulder when they laugh at me. “Fuck you all.”

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