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Farrah has been my nanny since I was in diapers. I see her as my mother more than my own. She’s always been here for me, always making sure I have exactly what I need—including this delicious fucking breakfast laid out before me.

“French toast? Eggs Benedict? Bacon?!” I shriek, holding up a piece before I devour it. “How did I get so lucky?” I ask before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Good boys find all the luck. Do you have football practice after school today?”

Shoving another piece of bacon into my mouth, I glance over at her. “Yeah, about that… I’m not on the team anymore.”

Her eyes widen in shock. “Since when? You love football.”

“Yeah, not so much. I was only on the team to hang out with Christian and Holden. But now that Holden’s graduated and Christian can’t be on the team because of being under house arrest, I really don’t have a need to be on the team.”

She pouts. “But you were so good at it.”

I laugh. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Farrah, but I was never going to do anything with it after high school, anyway.”

“It’s a shame, but I just want you to be happy with whatever you decide to do with your life,” she admits, tossing an apple at me. “I know you’re going to be late, so I’ll pack this stuff up and you can eat it later.”

I kiss her on the cheek again. “Thanks for being amazing, Farrah. I’ll see you later.”

Grabbing my keys from the hook, I saunter into the garage and find my beautiful matte black BMW waiting for me. I got this bad boy on my sixteenth birthday, racing Christian back to his place before we drank our asses off that night. We’re not the smartest kids in the world, but we try.

When the engine roars to life, I can’t help but grin as I back out of the seven-car garage. Billie better be ready when I get to her place. We have some things to discuss this morning. It fucking kills me to see our peers bullying the fuck out of her ever since her mom got arrested last year. I’d like to break all of their necks, but Christian told me to hold back. He has a plan he hasn’t shared with me yet, but I trust him.

My boner comes back the second I pull into the Lucas Estate, finding her standing on the front steps of the massive house. She’s in her school-issued uniform, but her skirt is too high up, revealing the sexiest fucking legs I’ve ever seen. Those puppies are going to be wrapped around my hips before the end of the semester. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I adjust in my seat, grabbing at my cock as she looks over at me with those sexy doe eyes of hers. Grabbing her leather bag at her feet, she hops over to my car and yanks the passenger side open.

“Tell me again why you’re picking me up this morning? Aren’t you going to knock your reputation down a few pegs by being seen with me?”

Grinning, I grab her leather bag and chuck it into the backseat. “Let me worry about my own reputation, babe. We need to talk.”

She crosses her arms, pushing her tits up like a fucking tease.Fuck me, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself. Last night’s kiss was pushing it. And if Christian ever finds out about it, he’ll flip out. Not that he’d be upset about it. He just doesn’t want me to ruin this. I could push Billie away before we even get started with her.

“Talk about what?” she inquires, staring over at me.

I pull out of her driveway, heading toward school before I answer her. “For one, we need to talk about the proposition Christian gave you last night. And two, we need to talk about the rules.”

She snorts. “Rules? What the hell are you guys playing at here, Zeke? I’m not some toy you guys can play with and then throw away when you’re done using me.”

Looking over at her, I give her a sly, devilish smirk. “Baby, we havenointention of throwing you away because I don’t think we’ll ever be done with you.”

Her mouth parts as she gawks at me. “What do you guys want from me?” she whispers.

I’m not sure if I’m the person to answer this question, but I try anyway. “Everything.”

“Everything? Sounds like you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

This is exactly why Christian should be here explaining this shit to her. I’m not very good with words sometimes, and honestly, Billie makes me nervous as all hell. Just looking over at her right now has me wanting to veer off to the side of the road, pull my cock out while I grab the back of her neck, and push all the way into her sweet mouth. The only sound I want filling the cab of my car is her gagging on my dick.

“I think it’s quite comical you and Christian think you own me,” she sneers. “But you boys are about to have a rude awakening when I turn thispropositiondown real hard.”

Hearing her say the word hard has my cock throbbing. Yeah, baby, it’s hard as a fucking rock and I want to show you so goddamn bad.

“It’s funny how you think you’re in charge here, Billie, becauseyou’reabout to have a rude awakening when wemakeyou accept our proposition.”

Her cheeks blush as she peers over at me, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. She can try to pretend to be in charge all she wants, but look at her—she’s practically begging me to tell her what to do. Billie walks around like she’s a badass, but deep down, I know she’s a submissive, waiting for the right alpha-hole to come along and tell her what to do.

And lucky for her, she has two alpha-holes ready to control and fuck the hell out of her.

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