Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
“Sweetheart, what are you up to?” Cooper asks his daughter.
“Got plans in the back. You should join, Vaughn.”
“I’m about to head out actually.” Tia puffs out her bottom lip. I don’t know what it is about her, but I’ve never liked her. Not even back when we were kids. She puts me on edge and not in a good way. We actually went to the same college. Different years but we ran in the same circles sometimes. I’d only been cordial because she was James’s niece. The man was a second father to me, and I’d never do anything to disrespect him. Didn’t mean I still didn’t have a hidden dislike for her.
“You promised we’d go out one night.”
“I did?” I question, knowing there is no way in hell that I agreed to such a thing.
“Yes, at the New Year’s Eve party.” Tia’s smile is forced now. I’m sure that she’s pissed that I don’t recall this moment. If I had to guess, it was a question she asked me seconds after I had my face buried between Petal’s thighs. I don’t recall much after that. It was all I could think about. Pretty sure I gave a few nods just so that she would leave me alone.
“You know, you two would make a nice pairing.” Cooper sips his drink. “Tia is beautiful and more age-appropriate for you.”
“Are you calling me old?” Tia gasps at her father. The girl is barely twenty-one. Not that she hasn’t been getting into clubs for years. I don’t make it a habit to keep up on gossip unless the last name Prescott is attached to it.
“Reach out to my assistant if we need to discuss this further.”
“Okay.”
“Fine,” they both agree. I was talking to Cooper but whatever. I stand, dropping a few hundreds on the table. I don’t bother saying goodbyes. I am irritated with all of this. I text my driver Matt to pull around but not before I check to see if Petal has sent me any messages.
Still nothing. My SUV pulls up. I don’t wait for my driver to get out. I open the door to get in. The sooner I get out of here, the better.
“Vaughn!” I turn back when I hear my name called. Tia practically runs into me. Her body colliding with mine. I want to push her off but in those heels she’ll fall on her ass and there’s no room for me to step back. I’m pressed against the vehicle. “I don’t have your number.” She rested her hands on my chest.
“Tia,” I grip her wrist, forcing her to step back. “You can get my assistant's number from your father.” He’ll never give her an appointment. I’ll make sure of it.
“Really? Why can’t I have your cell?” She bats her eyelashes up at me. Her eyes are the same color as Petal’s. But that’s the only similarity.
“I have to go.” I slip into the SUV, slamming the door closed.
“You sure know how to piss the hot ones off.” When I look up, I see Matt shaking his head at me.
“That one has claws.”
Claws I’m going to need to keep an eye on. I don’t trust any of the Prescotts except Petal. But if I have my way, she won’t be a Prescott much longer.
3
Petal
“Just tell me what it says!” I sit on my bed staring into the bathroom. My best friend and roommate at Besly Prep, Christy, is reading over the instructions on the box for the tenth time. “One or two lines! That’s all you need to know.”
“I was checking the time again.”
“Three minutes!” I shout as the timer goes off. After I peed on the stick, I ran from the bathroom, unable to read the results myself. I don’t know why I’m on edge about the results. I know what it’s going to say. I’ve known for two weeks. I haven’t had a period since before New Year’s.
There’s also the little fact that I randomly become sick and throw up. Not a clue why they call it morning sickness. That shit tends to come out of nowhere at any time. It also hasn’t gone unnoticed by me that my breasts hurt and my moods have been all over the place. I don’t even track my periods because I never needed to, but that shit is MIA.
Christy puts the box down to look at the test I left lying on the sink. Her mouth opens and then closes. “They really weren’t lying to us about the whole ‘the cock doesn’t have to go fully inside you thing’ because you’re definitely pregnant.”
I fall back onto the bed to stare up at the ceiling. How in the hell? Of course this would happen to me. I can’t even say that I’m upset about it. I’d be lying if I did. Sure, I’m scared and nervous, but I love the fact that I have a piece of Valen inside of me.