Page 177 of Scandalous Games

The way he possessively gazes at and holds her. The arrogance on his face as he knows he has everything he could ever want. Perfect family. Perfect friends. Perfect girlfriend.

I’m not the least bit surprised by Bianca, not after I watched her pretend like nothing ever happened. The fact that she almost got raped outside the club because her boyfriend forgot about her. No, like a goddamn lovesick fool with a warped sense of loyalty, she had invited him back into her arms the next morning.

Why the fuck do I care if she still wants him?

And how many times do I have to remind myself that it’s none of my business? She must really be desperate for love if she’s continuing to date my scumbag of a stepbrother. She will soon learn that having the biggest heart is the worst weakness, and soon… her biggest mistake.

I got distracted by her soft beauty and was caught in her web for a second. But it’s time I snatch what Niall values the most—Bianca.

My stepbrother only cares about two things: his reputation and his possessions. If anyone threatens either, he lashes out. And I plan to use the same weakness against him.

Over the weeks, I’ve slowly and passively planted the seed that I desire Bianca. It helps that she always fucking blushes in my presence and despite how hard she tries, her eyes always stray to mine when I’m in the same room.

Especially after I saved her the other night.

In his jealousy-induced brain, Niall mistakes it for a crush on her side when it is anything but. He’s so stupid he doesn’t realize she is devoted to him.

He doesn’t notice my presence but her dark brown gaze collides with mine and she sucks in a sharp breath, freezing on his lap. They begin to move down my naked chest but snap back up when she realizes the involuntary action.

Our eyes lock as though an invisible thread tethers us.

I just know she’s thinking of the scene in the club when she watched me deep throat a random girl. I almost smile when I recall what she did after.

Our connection breaks when there’s a loud slamming of the door and my best friend, Justin, rounds the corner. Niall’s head snaps in his direction and his eyes turn into slits. He hates his guts just as much as he hates mine. Solely on the fact that we are close.

Justin ignores his glare and meets me in the kitchen, making Niall’s head turn and notice my presence. His eyes narrow in comical rage at my half-naked state in front of his girlfriend, who looks anywhere but at me. Just to fuck with him, I run my gaze over her languidly, purposely spending a little too long on her tits.

I smirk before listening to Justin.

“When the fuck is he going to remove the stick up his ass?”

“When the sun stops shining.”

“So… never.”

I pull out a mug from the top shelf and pour myself a cup of coffee before offering one to Justin. The lovey-dovey couple stays bickering on the couch. As I lean against the counter facing them, I sip the black liquid while my attention drifts to her.

Like a moth to a flame.

Except, she will be the one getting burned.

“Shit. You want her.”

I go still for a moment but casually deny it. “No. I don’t.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I have a go at her?”

“Breathe in her direction and I’ll snap your neck.”

I curse inwardly when the bastard laughs and slaps me on the shoulder. “Stop drooling over your brother’s girl. It won’t end well.”

“She won’t be his for long.”

His brows draw together in suspicion. “Whatever it is. Don’t fucking do it, Stern.”

Mood sour, I throw the rest of my coffee in the sink and ignore his warning. My mind is already made up. I’ll probably be doing her a favor. “Is the party still on?”

“Obviously.”

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