“You’re right,” Grace sighs, then focuses back on the game.
From the moment we came here, Soren’s been seen only once. I kept my distance, half because I was scared I'd start throwing punches, half because I was afraid he’d return them.
Cassia was with him for the first thirty minutes, trying to get his attention. When she finally succeeded, all it took was one, sharp glare from Soren for her to back off and go back to her friends.
I loathe the bitch, but she’s letting that man have too much power over her, and that’s never a good sign. He had a few drinks, then dipped out of the library, and I haven’t seen him since.
Thankfully.
The game ends soon after, and I’m fucking pissed. No one saw through my bluffs, except for Kenzo. He didn’t comment on it and instead used it to his advantage. There’s a smug smirk on his face as he starts handing out dares to juniors, and they’re nothing scandalous. Nothing like what I expected from him.
Then, he turns to Grace.
“As for you…”
She scoffs. “Out with it,asshole.”
“You’ll be my model.”
Grace blinks, taken aback. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he fixes his glasses, pushing them to rest on the top of his nose. “You’ll be my model.”
“Absolutely not,” Grace sneers at him, standing up. “Hell will freeze over before I ever get naked for you.”
“Now, now,” Kenzo’s voice is unusually low, and the two act like the rest of us don’t even exist. They’re wrapped in their own bubble, unbothered by the attention they’re receiving. “That’s not very nice. Don’t tell me you’re too much of a pussy to do it.”
Grace huffs, and for a moment, it looks like she’s going to snap. Instead, she takes a deep breath, and storms out of the library. Lila and I exchange a worried glance, but when I turn my attention back to Kenzo, he has a contemplative look on his face, almost like he’s deep in thought, his eyes glued to the spot where Grace stood a moment ago.
“Now, Sophia,” he turns to look at me. “Your dare is… to kiss Soren.”
I burst out laughing, slowly standing up. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious.”
The amusement falls off my face, and it’s replaced by a look of surprise. “I am not kissing that bastard, ever.”
He rolls his eyes. “It can’t be that bad.”
“I’m not risking getting an STD,” I scoff. “Besides, do you actually think I’d be able to get close enough to even attempt to kiss him?”
“Figure it out. Or you owe me two grand.”
My mouth drops open. “You’re fucking insane.”
“But you’ll do it, won’t you?”
“Never,” I snort. “I’ll transfer you the money.”
“Wait—”
I don’t wait for him to finish the sentence, picking up my handbag and walking over to the table that’s filled with snacks. Lila follows suit, standing right next to me. I opt for some chips, and I don’t even remember how much I’ve had to drink. I’ve had eight, perhaps nine glasses of wine? Enough to get me a little tipsy.
“Slow down,” Lila suggests, taking the glass out of my hands. “I won’t be cleaning up after you if you throw up.”
“I won’t. I can handle alcohol.”
“Uh-huh,” she quirks an amused brow. “Is that why you’re swaying?”
