Adler | The Monarch & The Heirs BOOK 2.

Friendship | A THIRTY

A/N: Dedicated to ljffuflgxd and incogdar

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Stevie knew it.

She fucking knew it.

The instance Kidman had waltzed back in, Stevie smelt several things were off. Gifted genes or not, who looked that good after being rushed to take a shower?

Along with how Kidman seemed throughout the conversation. Her eyes were invested in undressing Garren and he was in no way dismissing it. Stevie couldn't even feign surprise at the sight she walked in on when stomping back into the lounge room.

Unlike the hormonal pair caught right in the act. The insufferable dark haired boy had the nerve to match her glare. Stevie brought her eyes to the half exposed athlete pathetically pulling her hands off of his cock.

"Geez, Garren you really need to be careful on casting your entourage." Kidman started, moving off of his laps. "This one's more clingy than Will.” She threw Stevie a dirty look. “Do you not know what a minute
is?"

Stevie focused all rage to the shameless arsehole calmly fastening his belt. "You know, the sad thing is, I can't even say I'm disappointed. This is just so typical Adler all over."

Something she hoped to be guilt glinted in his deep gaze. "Stevie, I can understand how this looks but calm down for a moment."

"Oh I am calm." Stevie sneered. "Now if you want me to remain this calm, you walk out of this room right now or I drag you out."

There was a scoff from the walking shag. "Excuse me but who do you think you are to be giving him orders?"

Stevie could no longer contain the scowl as she set it on Kidman.

"Rachel shut up." Garren briskly said.

She didn't. She took daring strides closer to Stevie who was partly hopeful Garren would stay put on while Stevie clenched and unclenched the instrument concealed behind her back.

Kidman, catching none of the fury raging as she dug her grave further. "Know now that whatever fetish Garren gets off of you, won't last long. So word of advice, hun; don't misstep your boundaries."

Stevie wired a large grin. The dark haired boy shot up straight on his feet. "Okay, we're going now, Stevie. Come on." A pinch of urgency to his command.

She mulled over the options on ignoring it, the brief apprehension in the boy ardently seeking a response served to show he was pleading her to listen to him.

'No bloodshed, not here, not now. Please.' They were begging.

Stevie held him in suspense for a moment, then turned to the oblivious whore still with that arrogant smirk in place. "Rachel, you remind me of a leech— just sucking at the first thing it can with no thought to self preservation. The only difference is, stomping on you wouldn't even make me feel bad. Because at least a leech had a purpose."

Rachel Kidman had every single spec of smugness wiped right off her face. Sheer revolt taking over and where her cheeks were flared red in anger, Stevie took all pride in bearing a smile. Then she drew out her hand, revealing the racquet and Garren was fast to seize Stevie before she could take a swing at Rachel and dashed out.

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Unfortunately, Stevie had intervened too late. Where Ben and Will had been dutifully waiting, Stevie kept what she'd walked into to herself while their insufferable leader relayed to them his 'new plan'.