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Madison’s gaze comes to me. She chews that full bottom lip nervously. My cock hardens when I remember how they felt wrapped around me. “Come on Mom, let’s get you to bed.” She wraps her arms around her and lifts her from the bed.

“No. I want to stay withmyfiancé.” Scarlett pouts like an insolent child, her voice whiny. I’ve had enough.

“If you want to stay in here. Fine. But I will find somewhere else to sleep tonight,” I snap.

Mother and daughter stare at me, indignation on both their faces. My chest tightens. I want to take all of Madison’s pain away. Scarlett’s not so much. Not because I am being an asshole but because, truthfully, she is nothing to me. Her daughter on the other hand…

“Ugh. Whatever. Take me to my room honey. Knox is being a prude,” Scarlett sneers. With one last look at me, she staggers away with my dove following. Closing the door, I make a mental note to get a lock fixed so this doesn’t happen again.

Scarlett knows I don’t want her. Knows it’s just business. But for some reason she thinks she has some weird claim on me.

I need to set her straight.

I won’t have her ruin Madison and me before we have even begun.

ChapterFourteen

MADISON

Staring off into space, I don’t take in anything my English teacher is saying. My mind is elsewhere—namely in my bedroom with Knox’s cock in my mouth. What the hell was I thinking? That’s not me. My first sexual experience with a man, and it was giving my future stepfather a blow job. Running a hand over my face, I groan out loud, not realizing I have done so until the teacher speaks.

“Somewhere else you would rather be Miss Devereux?” Mrs. Cranston asks in a mocking voice.

Snickers sound but I pay them no mind and clear my throat. “No. Sorry,” I mumble.

She rolls her eyes. “So, you won’t mind telling me how Jay Gatsby is presented to you, the reader then?”

She grins smugly, no doubt at the way she has put me on the spot. Little does she know, I take my classes seriously and have actually read The Great Gatsby. I smile. “He is presented as this glamorous, mysterious man who likes to throw elaborate parties.”

Her eyes flash, like she didn’t expect my answer but is happy about it anyway. “Very good Madison. Despite looking in your own little world, you were listening.” She pins me with a look then spins and moves back to her desk.

I glance over at Kenzie who is next to me, she bites back a grin, but I know she has questions. I have been in a weird mood all day. It’s only going to get worse because I have cheer practice next, and that means seeing Knox, who will be on the field coaching the football team.

My stomach dips as butterflies erupt in my stomach just thinking about him. How he used my mouth like a fuck toy. How he came down my throat, drowning me in his cum. He was so big, so manly. And his words… his dirty mouth. Instead of repulsing me, it made me wetter than I have ever been before. I was dripping between my thighs, obscenely so.

The bell rings, dragging me from my thoughts. Chairs screech on the tiled floor as students rush to leave. I am collecting up my things when a shadow appears over me.

“Hey babe, let me walk you to the locker rooms.” It’s not a question. Talan wants to keep up appearances. He has been more over the top with it lately. Something tells me it has everything to do with Knox’s possessive behavior. Talan hasn’t outright said anything, but I know he is suspicious. How could he not be? Knox is acting way over the top. Nothing like a stepfather would.

I plaster on a smile. “Sure.” I glance at Kenzie. “You coming?”

She shoulders her bag. “Duh, of course, I am. Cheer is my favorite part of the day.”

Talan throws his arm around my shoulder. I tense before forcing myself to relax when he frowns. Glancing down at me, he asks. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. It’s more than okay.” I wrap an arm around his waist and squeeze.

He smirks like a Cheshire cat and pulls me in closer, kissing my temple. “There’s my girl.”

I shake my head, grinning. As much as I would never really date Talan, I do have a mutual respect for him and consider him a friend. I know he wants more from me, but he also reveres me enough to not push me into anything. Our fake relationship works for me. And even though he would never admit it, it works for him.

Being the most popular boy and girl at Westview it makes sense that everyone thinks we are dating. We get to rule the school, be admired by our peers and will eventually be named prom king and queen before we part ways for college. Now that I think about it, our situation is not dissimilar to what Knox told me about him and Mom.

My heart lurches. My mom. How could I forget about her? My mind has been so caught up in what I did last night, I forgot all about how I found my mother. Jesus, I am such a shit daughter. I mean she is my mom and I let her fiancé—fake or not—fuck my throat.

Who does that?

What kind of sick person am I?

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