Page 6 of Princess of Hawthorne Prep

I stare at the cell, willing her to answer as the party continues to rage, becoming rowdier by the minute. A couple of drunken idiots stumble into me. When I swing around and glare, they scurry off with a mumbled apology.

I fire off another message.

You need to answer me, Delilah.

Crickets.

To both texts.

My brows snap together when they go from being delivered to read. My breath gets clogged at the back of my throat as I wait for a response.

But one never comes.

What the actual fuck?

I’m about to crush the phone in my hand when three little bubbles appear.

Fucking finally.

My eyes stay glued to the screen as I wait.

And then wait some more.

What the hell is she doing?

Writing a damn book?

I just want to know if she’s all right.

I’m about to send another text when a photo pops up. My heart stutters in my chest before slamming painfully against my ribcage. It’s one of Delilah and Jasper. Their heads are bent together and she’s smiling at the camera.

Another one rolls in of them kissing. I stare at the screen as an icy wave of shock slams into me, threatening to suck me to the bottom of the ocean.

His tongue is shoved down her throat.

Before I can fully process the last photo, another one appears.

No.

Fucking.

Way.

There’s no damn way it’s real.

I stare intently, hoping my eyes are playing tricks on me, and the image will morph into something else. Something less damning.

But it doesn’t.

The photo is crystal clear.

His fingers are tangled in the long strands of her blonde hair, holding them away from her face as he presses her against his groin. His dick can’t be seen, but it’s more than obvious what’s going on.

When a fourth pic appears, rage floods every cell of my body.

Jasper grins at the camera.

Her BJs are the best, aren’t they, bro?

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