Page 85 of The Golden Boys
His stare darkens, but not in a threatening way. All I see there is lust, him wishing he had the power to control me like he does everyone else.
“Later, King Midas. I have a dance to get back to,” I add dismissively, which I’m certain is driving him crazy.
He called this game we engage in “foreplay”, and I’m starting to think his theory might not be too far off base.
Biting my lips, a smirk breaks free as the distance between us grows.
We’re twisted enough apart, but damn if we aren’t even worse together.
However, in the spirit of honesty, I have to admit … I’m starting to like it.
Oh, yeah. Note to self: Thank Dane. Dude’s a freakin’ genius.
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@QweenPandora: Careful flirting with not one, but two Golden boys, NewGirl. After all, let us not forget that Cain slew Abel. Despite all the drama already, the dance isn’t over yet. Stick around to see who’s crowned king and queen. Then, don’t you dare miss the afterparty in Bellvue, hosted by KingMidas, PrettyBoyD, and MrSilver. That is, if PrettyBoyD isn’t banned after that sexy little stunt he pulled.
Later, Peeps!
—P
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Chapter 28
BLUE
King Midas in a crown? Seems fitting.
I’m not even aware I’m smiling until Jules nudges me.
“Something you want to fill me in on?”
Her eyes bounce toward the platform where West stands beside Joss—the crowned queen—and then back to me.
“I’m all ears if you wanna tell me what happened when he dragged you off, caveman-style.” She teases.
To contain the huge, stupid smile that breaks free, I bite my lip.
Don’t let him get inside your head. You still hate him. He still sucks.
The pep talk brings a small measure of reality back to me, but it’s hard to cling to with him staring at me from the stage. Like he’s still ready and willing to finish what we started if I just say the word.
And, wow … I’ve never wanted to give in toanyoneas badly as I want to give in to him. But there’s a principle I must uphold. What kind of girl would I be if I let my enemy have his way with me?
A pitiful one.
…Asatisfiedone.
I’m a freakin’ lost cause.
Jules is still smiling at me in my peripheral, but I’m saved by the bell. Glancing down at my phone, an unknown caller pops up.
“Be back,” I say to her, and then run out of the gym as quickly as I can in heels. I make it out to the hall just before my voicemail picks up.
“Hello?”
There’s silence on the other end at first, and I plug my ear to listen harder while making my way toward the school exit. Maybe reception is bad in this area.