More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“W-what the hell is this?” She thrusts the phone into my face. It’s an image of Hope bound to a chair, half-naked, and giving me a seductive look. “Hope. She’s a senior.”
Sick. Maybe. Probably. And part of my sickness is her. My Butterfly. My chaos.
She said Mum is a part of who I am and no one can take her away from me.
Papa’s friends love him because he agrees with them. Not in a way that seems like a follower’s, but more like someone who did his homework, refused all the others, and settled on them. He makes it seem as if he likes them, not because he has to, but because he wants to.
“They can even pretend they don’t care about themselves or their old friends.”
The jab is at me for the way I watch Kim from afar but still throw bitchy remarks her way.
“You kids are always at each other’s throats.”
“Their debates are fun.” Papa smiles at us. “Our dinner table is going to be so lively in the future once Helen and I get married.”
“That’s because you didn’t keep your promise. If you didn’t save me your firsts, why should I save you mine?” That need to cry hits me again and I lower my head. “It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s too late now. It’s —”
Aiden is my only effective weapon against Cole. I can’t lose him.
“Hey!” He stuffs a scone in his mouth. “Food is free. Don’t be a snob, chéri.
“Mais bien sûr.” Ronan grins. “Remember those tits?”
“I might.” I open more containers on the counter. “Really?” both Ronan and Xander nearly shout. “Really. I
“Moi aussi.” Ronan swallows the food in his mouth. “Threesome anyone?”
“Silver, mon amour, your tits are beautiful but not beautiful enough to have me cause damage to Ron Astor the Second.”
“Ron Astor the Second?” I ask. “That’s his dick.” Xander rolls his eyes. “Ew, I can’t believe you named your dick.”
“What? I’m tasting them for you, chéri. You should thank me. Anyway, where was I? Right, Cole. How could you forget him?”
“You don’t have to be a bitch about it.” He messes up my plates for good measure before running away. I nearly hit him with a pan.
Word of advice, never give me your back.” In a second, he’s behind me, his hot breaths tickling my skin. “I’ll take it as an opening to attack.”
“You’re fake, but not with me. Never with me.”
“You know, I was going to wait until they broke up to make you mine, but they made this decision.”
He thrusts into me in one ruthless go. I cry out, my eyes screwing shut as the pain stabs me. Oh, God. It doesn’t matter how wet I am. He’s big and I’m too tight. It hurts.
“Fuck.” He stops before I feel his warm breaths on my skin. “This is your first time?”
“Obviously, dickhead,” I strain, my voice trembling. “Open your eyes.” “No.” “Silver,...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
“I’m your first,” he says with what seems like awe. I nod, even though he didn’t ask a question. “Why am I your first?” “It doesn’t matter.”
“Happy birthday, Butterfly,” he whispers against my ear. “You’re now mine.”
I trail off when the clouds above us part, revealing a hint of the sun. That’s when I notice it. A shadow.
It’s a larger shadow — a shadow that’s too close. It’s like they’ve been copying my steps.
The shadow is Adam Herran. The captain of the rugby team. His father is one of Papa’s party friends.
“It took you three years.” He grins. “Three years of thinking I was her first. Three years of dying on the inside imagining I was fucking her whenever we were alone. Three years of constant doubts. Let’s not mention how you punched me that night or your petty moves whenever you could dig me a hole. Do you know what I call that? A win.”
“Because she’s mine now.” My throat closes around the word. Mine. How long have I waited to say that out loud? Years. Fucking years.
They made a deal. I can smell it in the air, even without knowing it for sure.
“I’ll get one thing straight with you, just like I did with Silver. I don’t need your help,”
She pretends she doesn’t care, yet she goes out of her way to buy gifts for their kids and to make them their favourite tea.
We’re opposite that way. I don’t care, but I appear as if I do. She cares, but she pretends she doesn’t.
When she talks about her parents, her life at school, or even how much she misses Kim, she says it truthfully, but every time it’s about me, it’s all fucking lies.
Yesterday, I signed a no-going-back oath and today, I’m keeping it.
“No one will see you like I do, touch you like I do, fuck you like I do.”
Mum, Silver, Sebastian, and I are in house clothes. The casual quality of it has gained a lot of attention on social media. Instantly, many online magazines picked it up with headlines like:
‘Sebastian Queens’ Daughter Calls Her Father’s Team a Family.’
And yes, even the driver plays a part in the campaign. This is almost like a battlefield where even the horses need to be placed strategically. No mistakes are allowed.
That’s the difference between me and Silver. She can’t multi-task, especially when she’s aroused, but I never erase my surroundings, not even when she’s the only thing who matters in them.
I will be screwing someone. It just won’t be you.
Aiden Since when are you so obvious about looking for him?
That would be a no. I don’t like being ordered around. Try again in ten years.
“Queen B, I thought this scene is beneath you with all the stupidity around? You know, alcohol and sex. Wait, is that still a taboo word? Sex, I mean.”
“You still won’t show me your tits?” “No.” “Tell you what, I’ll give you a hundred so you make Ronan believe you showed them to me.”
“Ronan tried that tactic before you and the answer is still no.” “That fucker.” He appears genuinely offended. “You need to step up your game, Xan.”
“You were her best friend, Xan. She needs you more than she ever needed me.”
“So now you care? You didn’t when you were acting like a bitch towards her.”
