❤︎ My Revenge ❤︎

Chapter 7: It's ours

Chapter 7: It's ours
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LEONIE WALDORF

I'm not nosy I swear.

Okay, maybe I am.

But there's no way he owns every single book on my tbr list.

It wouldn't hurt if he unexpectedly lost one and I just happen to pick it up when It fell from the self because someone bumped it right?

"Looking for something Waldorf?"

Shit.

I turn to see Ian leaning against the doorway.

"I was just looking for my bag" that's a lie.

"The bag that's right next to you? I know you probably dreamed of how my room looks so it is normal for you to feel amazed being here"

I roll my eyes.

"Don't worry I get it all the time" he smiles.

"I didn't know you liked to read" I ignore him.

"I read a lot actually"

"Looks like you aren't the dumb jock that thinks reading is boring that I thought you were"

I scan over each book in the corner far from the others. I go one by one noticing They all have something in common.

I slide out Credence by Penelope Douglas.

"This is what you call reading? It's all smut"

"That's only one book" he shrugs.

"Oh really what about Neon Gods by Katee Robert or sweet Addiction by J.daniels"

He stands up and walks over to me taking the book. But still standing closer to me.

"Are you addicted to smut Ian?" I ask taking a step closer.

"No" he answers.

"Don't lie what's your Wattpad username?"

"I don't have Wattpad" he denies.

"Its probably something really easy like Ian34"

"The real question is how do you know these books have smut in it"

"I read smut" I admit.

It doesn't surprise him "maybe we can recreate a scene" he steps closer "or two"

"Sure just tell me the time and place"

"Really?"

"No" I walk back over to the bed. Teasing Ian just might be my favorite thing.

"One of these days Waldorf it will happen"

"Highly doubt it" Ian's phone buzzes.

"One sec" he picks up the phone and sends a text.