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“That’s what I said,” I respond.

Scarlett smiles, dropping her cell on the table. Reaching over, she lays her hand on top of mine. “That is also my favorite flavor. See how much we have in common?” When I don’t say anything, she pushes out of her chair. “I will go see about the ice cream,” she chirps and sashays away.

When Scarlett is out of earshot, Madison hisses. “Are you crazy?”

I stare at her with a grin before reaching out to grab her hand and lacing our fingers. She tries to pull out of my hold, but I just grip her harder. “Crazy for you Dove,” I croon.

She glares. “You will get us caught. I already feel guilty enough as it is. Then you have to go and pull shit like that. What the hell ispuss-tachioanyway you jerk?”

I smirk wider. “Well, it’s a mix of pussy, specifically yours, and pistachio. I couldn’t exactly say I wanted to eat your cunt for dessert now, could I?”

Madison shakes her head in exasperation. Although she looks part annoyed, part anxious. I don’t miss the desire in her eyes or the way her chest heaves.

The forbidden factor of our relationship is an adrenaline rush.

One that gets me off like nothing else.

And the best thing?

I think I just found someone who likes living on the edge just as much as I do.

ChapterEighteen

MADISON

True to his word, Knox came to my room last night, eating my pussy to orgasm, not once but twice. I should have turned him away after his stunt at dinner but for some unexplainable reason, I didn’t. I hate what we are doing to my mother. But there is something to be said about the sneaking around. It turns me on in a way I have never experienced. I don’t know if there is a specific kink for this kind of thing, but if there is, I have it—so does Knox.

Knox.

Jesus, the way I crave him. It’s both exhilarating and scary. What I feel for him, is like nothing I have ever felt before. I am sure that it’s comparable to an addict taking a hit of their drug of choice. It’s maddening, petrifying, exhilarating. I never want to stop. Blowing out a breath, I pull on my school skirt. Just as I am zipping it up, my cell rings. Padding toward my nightstand, I smile, answering when I see the name on the screen. “Hey Daddy.”

“Hey sweetheart. I know it’s early and you are probably getting ready for school, but I just wanted to check in, see how you are.” My chest tightens at the concern in his voice. I miss my father. I miss New York.

“I’m good. School is kicking my ass but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I chuckle.

“That’s good to hear honey. Senior year is important and if you want to get into NYU, you need to make sure you keep your grades up,” he says seriously.

I sigh. “I know. I will; you don’t need to worry.”

He clears his throat. I know what he is going to say before he says it. “How is your mother?”

I grimace. When I was in New York, we spoke about Mom and her engagement. But I haven’t told him what I have learned since being in LA. That it’s all fake and for publicity. He is aware of how the entertainment industry works and though he hasn’t outright said it, I know he suspects the relationship is not as it seems. “She is good. Busy with different projects. You know how she is, always looking for the next big thing to launch her back into superstardom,” I say on a forced chuckle.

“Hmm. Well, I had an interesting talk with a producer yesterday. He mentioned a pilot for a new reality show. One that involves you and her new fiancé. From our talks, I didn’t think you wanted anything to do with any kind of show business.” He sounds disappointed which makes my stomach clench.

“I don’t. But… I owe her Dad,” I whisper.

“You don’t owe her anything sweetheart,” he barks before his voice softens. “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to shout. I just hate that you feel so indebted to her when you have no reason to be. Your mother made her own choices back then. Don’t let her force you into anything you don’t want. Scarlett will land on her feet, with or without you; she always does. I know you love your mother, but you need to tell her the truth. Tell her what you really want to do with your life. She might be angry at first, but she loves you, Madison. Be honest. If you don’t, then I will talk to her myself. I can’t stand the thought of you being in a situation you hate.”

Tears prick my eyes with every word he says but I don’t let them fall. If only he knew how much I owe her now. Not only did she put her career on hold for me but now I am screwing Knox. My throat thickens but I manage to say, “I will Dad. I promise.”

“Make sure you do sweetheart. Vanessa will keep the internship open for you for as long as it takes you to decide. And again, if it’s not what you want, then don’t do it. We won’t force you into anything. We just want you to be happy,” he says honestly.

“I know Dad. I…” I trail off when my door is shoved open, and Knox appears. His gaze looks predatory. I need to end the call before he attacks me while my father is on the line. “I have to go. I love you Dad.”

“Love you too sweetheart. I will speak to you soon—” I cut him off before he can finish and scowl at the man with no boundaries.

“Would it kill you to knock? You can’t just keep barging in here. What if Mom was in my room?” My hands go to my hips as I cock a brow.

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