Page 36 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“I can’t sleep.”

“And that’s my problem?”

She sighs and steps out through the sliding doors, trailing a finger over the railing while she walks over to me. “I heard about what Katherine did to your mom.”

I tense at the mention of her and she notices, but she doesn’t stop inching closer.

“I’m so sorry, Wren,” she says sadly, fake as shit. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Why not?” she frowns, sitting down on the arm of the couch next to me. “You used to like talking to me.”

I ignore that, lazily rolling my head to look at her. “What do you want, Frey?”

“I don’t know,” she lies, not so discreetly eyeing me and my naked chest. “Nothing.”

“Nothing,” I echo, snatching her wrist when she reaches out like she’s about to touch me. “You think I’m stupid?”

She pouts and I release her, purposely moving my eyes over her form while I smoke my joint. Her cheeks are flushed, her nipples are hard, and I don’t miss the way she rubs her thighs together when she catches me looking.

She wants me to fuck her.

It’s why she tried to talk about my mom just now, because she knows I used to fuck her to ease the pain of losing her. I won’t deny it worked back then, temporary as it was, but now she’s nothing but a reminder of the gold digging whore who took her from me. Freya might not be a psychotic killer like Katherine was, but she never loved me for me. The only thing she loved was the life I gave her, and I was the idiot stupid enough to fall for this twisted little game she plays so well.

That was my mistake, and I won’t make it again.

Not tonight.

Not ever.

“Get out.”

“You kissed me today, Wren,” she reminds me, slowly lifting her thigh over my lap to straddle my hips. “I want you to do it again.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want.”

“You know I can make you feel good,” she teases, holding on to my shoulders to grind her pussy on my cock. “Don’t you remember how hot we were?”

“What I remember is you fucking my cousin.”

“How many times are you gonna throw that in my face?” she shouts, swallowing when I lean forward to flick my roach in the dirt.

“As many times as it takes to get it through this thick skull of yours,” I grit out, snatching her jaw to pin her eyes with mine. “I don’t want you.”

“Do you want him?” she asks bravely, hiding a wince when I dig my fingers into her cheeks. “Are you gay? Is that why you wo–”

I shove her ass to the ground and shoot up to my feet, honest to god resisting the urge to toss this little bitch over my balcony.

“Get out.”

“No,” she says, pulling herself up to stand. “I wanna sleep in here.”

“Not a fuckin’ chance.”

“Maybe you don’t have a choice.”

I raise a brow at that, stepping closer to crowd her space. “You really wanna play this game with me?”

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