The Help (Kings of Linwood Academy, #1)

by Callie Rose

Rich people be crazy, am I right?

Of course the hot asshole would have three hot friends. They always seem to move in packs.

Don’t ask me what it is about getting beaten at poker by a woman, but for some reason, it tends to make men horny. Maybe it’s just a last ditch effort to prove their masculinity, who knows.

“Harlow. Breathe, baby. Just breathe. Just look at me and breathe.”

“I don’t know anything!” I yell. “Because you never tell me. You act like I’m part of this, but I’m just the fucking help! Someone you can treat like shit when you feel like and be nice to whenever it serves your needs. Someone you can boss around and use and—” I never get to finish that sentence, because in two strides, Lincoln closes the distance between us and kisses me. Hard.

It’s not a sweet kiss. It’s not even a hot kiss. It’s more like a natural disaster, a tornado tearing through the landscape, destroying everything in its path and leaving the world as it once existed in ruins. It’s fire. It’s pain. It’s need.

🥵🥵🥵🥵

For the second time, his lips cut off my words, and I was wrong before. That kiss downstairs? That was fucking gentle. This is the kind of kiss that steals souls.

“I never fucking told you. I didn’t even want to admit it to myself. But the truth is, Low, I never hated you. I wanted you from the very first second I saw you.”