She looks embarrassed. Yes,Stella told me everything. My assistantisn’t just that; she’s my friend, my confidant, and there are no secrets between us.
Lauren tucks her hair behind her ears, which turn red as they do every time she got angry. Something I always remember vividly, but I’d forgotten how entertaining it was to provoke her. It was one of my favorite pastimes. I think I liked it better than fucking even ...well, not that much.
“No, it’s not anymore. Now, if you’ll excuse me...” She starts to get up, and my alarms go off. I’m losing her.
Do something, you idiot!“Are you really going to turn down one of the most desired jobs in Manhattan just because you have a problem with me?” I say, settling back on the couch. By provoking her, I at least know she’ll stay a little longer. I know she can’t resist answering.
“Yes, my mental health comes first.”
She’s almost at the door. If she gets past it, I’ll lose jurisdiction and can’t make a scene in the middle of the office. I get up and jog over to her. “Hey, whether I like to admit it or not, you’re the most qualified for this position.” With that, she turns and meets my gaze again. Bunny needs to see me when I compliment her—it doesn’t happen often.
“I know; which means if I can get in here, I can get into anywhere I want. Goodbye, Silas. I’d say it was a pleasure, but I never lie.” She opens the door and leaves my office before I can say anything else.
“Lauren!” I yell, and the entire office turns around.
Fuck.
She walks to the elevator, her hips swaying in that tube skirt that’s become my favorite thing in the world. Her blonde hair falls down her back, swaying decisively.
Stella appears out of nowhere, glaring at me. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything this time,” I reply, not taking my eyes off Lauren’s retreating figure. “I want her address.”
“Silas, you know I can’t give you that.”
I glance down at my very pregnant assistant and say, “I wasn’t asking.”
Back Then- Willow High School
I’m aware that only a select few have a good time at this school, and I know I’m part of that group. It’s a formula that never fails: if someone has money, looks somewhat good, and has a nice car, they’re in. The rest? They’re just teenagers who can’t wait to finish school and wish they could escape from this town as quickly as possible.
Not me. I want to stay here, even though my future was set in stone from the day I was born. Thanks to my grandmother, may she rest in peace. My family owns the most powerful real estate company in the country, so working there is non-negotiable, both for me and my siblings.
I’m the eldest of four. Luca, my closest brother in both age and personality, is one year younger than me. He has a dark aura, scrutinizes everything, is cautious, and chooses his words carefully. I, on the other hand, am more impulsive. My two younger brothers, Oliver and Killian, are joined at the hip. Those boys are always ready for anything and will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, especially when it comes to girls. Maybe it’s the hormones.
As I walk through the halls of Willow High, I scan for my favorite target, and there she is—Lauren—opening her locker. Lettuce leaves cascade around her feet, provoking laughter from everyone as they watch her startled and angry reaction. I left biology class five minutes early just to witness this—my favorite part of the day. Watching her frustration has an effect on me I can’t quite control.
“Is that how you bring your lunch?” I ask, stopping behind her. Lauren scrambles to gather the lettuce as everyone continues to laugh. The sight of her from above only fuels more fantasies involving her and my cock.
“If you don’t have a proper container, I might see if I have any extras at home.”
The laughter continues as she bites her lip to hold back tears. Lauren is known for being a vegetarian and an environmentalist, which only adds to my desire to drive her crazy.
“Silas ...” she warns as I start stepping on the lettuce I’d scattered earlier.
Yes, I woke up two hours earlier than usual to do this.
“What’s up, Bunny?” I say, using her nickname. Everyone laughs, thinking it’s a jab at her vegetarianism, but I call her that because she’s fucking adorable. But no one will ever know that. She stands up, trying to intimidate me with her gaze. Little does she know, her efforts only turn me on more.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? Bunny Green,” I tease, using her last name. It’s hilarious that someone so passionate about the environment has the last name Green. She steps closer, fists clenched, while I watch her perfect pink lips and imagine how they would feel around my dick.
“Do you really want to argue in front of the entire school?” she asks through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” I reply with a wicked grin. But all that bravery vanishes as a tear begins to form in her right eye. “Show’s over!” I shout to the others, dismissing them. I keep my focus on her as she backs into the lockers. “We’re alone now. Argue with me.”
She crosses her arms and looks away, staring at the stream of students. I want her attention on me again; she rarely gives it.
