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I shouldn’t be here, I know that. It’s wrong, but I don’t care. I never do.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever, Pretty Girl,” I murmur, my hand reaching out to touch her, to brush the blonde strands of hair that are laying against her cheek. “I’m going to do whatever I can to make you mine. I’m not sure how, but I’ll find a way.”

I lean over and kiss her forehead, thanking the gods she's a heavy sleeper. I sit there and watch her for a little while longer, captivated by her angelic looks. Her hair is fanned out on the pillow like a halo, the moonlight casting some light on her sleeping face. Her long lashes against her pale cheeks, her pink perfect lips parted as she breathes softly. She’s perfect. My pretty girl. My everything.

A sick part of me wants to pull the blanket off, slide between her legs, and mark her as mine while she sleeps.God, I really am fucking twisted.

When I feel my own eyes start to droop, I know it’s time to leave. I can’t risk falling asleep here.

“This isn’t over, Sadie. You will be mine,” I whisper before kissing her again and getting up.

Just as I’m about to leave, something catches my attention. A slow smile spreads across my lips. The necklace she wore on our date is hung up on this little hook on a rotating jewelry display.

Hooking my finger under it, I pull it off and slip it into my pocket, then I grab the scrunchie she wore today before slipping out into the darkness of the house. I get back into my car and head home to watch the footage of our night together with my hand wrapped around my cock, wishing it was her tight, wet cunt.

I wonder if Sadie will want me when she finds out just how messed up I really am.

Chapter 29

Sadie

Istill don’t thinkI’ve fully processed what happened last night.

Grayson is going to be my step-brother. I fucked my soon-to-be step-brother.

And I want to keep doing it.

God, I’m so fucked up. But I’m also mad at him. I heard what he said, about why he did what he did, but he lied to me.

As much as it kills me to say this, Grayson and I can’t be together anymore. It’s wrong. It complicates things.

Try telling that to my new hussy of a pussy. I can’t get our night together out of my mind.

Grayson texted me this morning, calling me his pretty girl and telling me to have a good day. I texted him back, telling him I wasn’t going to the Host Club room, and I’ll be back to my duties tomorrow.

I didn’t expect him to agree, but he told me he understood and that he would see me tomorrow.

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