He's trapped me in his sights.
Waiting to consume me.
He wants to awaken the darkness inside me.
Possess it and own me.
Damon West is bad news.
He might appear charming on the outside.
But that's only a mask he wears to hide the true predator inside...
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What the fuck is this?" Ace demands. He has the photo of Jessica in my car, captioned "my girlfriend." I don't even pause as I make my way into his family's mansion. I reach the bar in the den and pour a bourbon.
"You could have brought this up earlier," I deadpan. "Bad mood?"
"You've been staring at her like a lost puppy, dude. Are you sure you're not taking this bet too seriously?" He scratches his jaw, then continues, "Never thought I would see the day when the mighty West shows so much interest in one girl."
"Shut up, asshole." I deadpan.
I don't think he's wrong, but I also don't want to believe it's true. One girl shouldn't affect me this much. I need to stay in control.
"She already has a boyfriend. Why was she in your car anyway?"
"I met her uncle and introduced myself as her boyfriend," I smirk. "It seems like a better tactic than inviting her to a party."
"She hasn't introduced Ezra as her boyfriend."
I gave him a look that said, "What do you fucking think?"
She avoided me like the plague at school last week, like she was ashamed that her pussy milked my fingers. I've gotten into her space as much as possible, relishing how her body always trembles, and her eyes widen.
She keeps turning me down, but she will break. The way her body responded to me made the possessive beast in me wake the fuck up. I want to do it again.
And again.
I've already been showing up to her house every morning to take her to school, not that she ever gets into my fucking car.
Infuriating little minx.
Tonight was one of Ace's parties. He threw them regularly, keeping himself with a flow of women at his disposal. He is more charming than Storm or I. I'm charming when I need to be, like with Jessica's uncle or any event my father throws.
Storm would avoid the whole party scene if we didn't have to maintain a united front at all times. Everyone knew us as The Unholy Trinity. The three that rule over them.
Storm is lazing on the couch, his arms slung over the back of the sofa. There was something off about him lately. He'd lost his first fight last night as if his head wasn't in it. I wonder if it has something to do with that little mouse.
His face was a fucking mess, his lip is cut, and a deep purple bruise is making a statement on the side of his face. He got ruined last night, that's clear. The prick didn't even tell us he was fighting another reason why something is off with him.
"Who do you think will win this bet, Stormi," Ace calls out. "You'd better take my side, man. I'm more charming than this fucker. Everyone knows that."
