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epilogue
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prologue
Anna

Ten Years Old

M ommy grabs my cheeks with her hands, gripping them tighter

and tighter as her face gets closer to mine. I wish she’d just
give me a spanking and get it over with; that would hurt less than
having my cheeks squeezed like it’s one of those squishy stress-ball
thingies.
With her teeth gritted, she speaks in a hushed yet intimidating
voice in the changing room at the pageant, “You are being an
embarrassment to your father and me, Anna. You’re up there,
onstage, squirming around, messing everything up that we have
worked on with you. Your sister never squirmed that much; that’s
why she always won, and you always get second or third.”
“S-s-sorry, Mommy. I had to pee. I really had to pee.” I really did
have to pee. I know it’s not a reasonable excuse, but it’s the truth.
Sometimes, a girl just has to go.
Her cold palm slapping my cheek happens so fast that I didn’t
even feel her other hand let go of my face. It stings, and tears burn
the backs of my eyes. But I can’t let them fall. No, Mommy says that
crying makes me weak. I’m ten years old, and ten-year-olds are not
supposed to cry. Mommy says so.
My sister, Fern, never cries. She’s fourteen. But she also never
has a reason to cry because she is perfect. Her hair is perfect, her
skin is perfect, she’s graceful, and she always does well in her
pageants. She’s everything that I’m not. And our mom knows it.
That’s why Fern is Mom’s favorite instead of me.
I’d rather be outside, playing in the mud with the boys who live a
few streets over. Their houses aren’t as big as ours, but I bet they
have a lot more fun. I bet their mommy doesn’t slap them for
squirming too much, and I bet their daddy doesn’t ignore them all
the time. I bet their mom makes cookies with them and probably
lets them play sports. I’ll even bet they are allowed to have a pet
dog or cat and can probably even pick out their own lunchbox and
backpack for school. Yeah, I bet they can do all of those things.
Maybe I could, too, if I had parents who loved me. Mine don’t—
that’s clear to see. I wish I had been born to another family. I’m only
ten years old, but I know it isn’t supposed to be this way. Moms and
dads are supposed to give you hugs and kisses and tuck you in at
night and snuggle you, not mine though. They just make me feel like
I’m an embarrassment. I try my best not to be; it’s just hard when
you don’t fit in and aren’t good at anything.
One day, I’ll break away from it all. I’ll live my own life far, far
away. And when I have babies, they’ll never have to question if I
love them; they’ll just know. And they will never, ever know my
parents. I’ll make sure of it.
One day, I’ll find someone who loves me, even when I’m
squirming too much or embarrassing them. I’ll find someone who
accepts the bad parts about me, maybe even loves them. They’ll
build me up instead of making me feel sad. They will be my family.
And finally, maybe then, I can even learn to love myself. Maybe.
one
Anna

Sophomore Year of College

“Y ou need to stop. Your mom is going to walk in any minute,” I

whisper in between giggles against Maverick’s broad shoulder.
He continues planting kisses up my neck and to my jawline.
Causing me to squirm against him. He makes it pretty damn hard for
me to not give in when his mouth feels this good. But Mrs. King isn’t
really anyone I want to piss off. Besides, my mother would strangle
me with her own bare hands if I did anything to mess this up.
I can basically see her scowling at me now. She’s the one who
urged me to go after Maverick in the first place. She knew his
parents from events and fundraisers and wanted me to catch his
attention. Though she told me over and over again that I’d be lucky
to even catch his eye. Now that I have, she just constantly tells me
not to mess it up.
Using every ounce of self-control I have, I push him away. “Cut it
out. They’ll be plenty of time for that later, you horndog.”
Groaning, he obliges. “I can’t help it, Anna. You make it so
fucking hard when you look the way you do. And the way you
smell?” He leans down, so his mouth is hovering over mine. “Fucking
delicious.” He winks, moving in closer, his lips against my ear. “I
could just eat you up.”
I quiver at his words. Every cell in my body needing his touch.
Before I can say fuck it and pounce on him, I hear the sound of
footsteps approaching.
Putting an appropriate amount of distance between us, I smooth
down my dress and run my fingers through my long, perfectly curled
brown hair. We’ve been together for a few months now, so I have
met his parents a handful of times. Yet I still get a little nervous
each time. Hell, I’m still nervous Maverick will eventually see right
through me. My mother has always dressed me up like we’re some
hoity-toity family. Which is fair because, technically, we are.
She used to drag me to every pageant there was in New England.
My whole life, I’ve lived a lie. I have brilliant white teeth, expensive
clothes, and my long, brown hair is never out of place. Boring, dark
hair, might I add. Well, it’s nothing but a facade I put on.
But Maverick is good. He’s the star baseball player at New
England University. He’s hotter than hell, and he’s good to me. To
my mother, the most important part of the relationship is that
Maverick comes from money and a well-known and respected family.
If he didn’t belong to the upper class, then forget it; she would have
had me shitcan him in a heartbeat.
Growing up in a small town in Maine, which certainly had its
share of wealthy people living there, financial status soon became
my parents’ number one concern. It’s basically all that mattered to
them. Still is actually. I can’t imagine being like that.
Miranda King walks in, looking nothing short of the Stepford Wife
that she is. She is a small-framed woman with chestnut-brown hair
and dazzling blue eyes. She’s friendly enough, but she certainly
reeks of high society. Her nose pointed up at anyone below her.
Luckily for me, I’ve been trained to fake being someone that I’m not.
With my sporty little Audi, perfectly manicured nails, and dresses
tailored to fit only me from only top-name designers, I can make this
woman believe I’m good enough for her son. Even if I don’t believe
it.
“Hello, Anna. It’s always so good to see you.” She gives me a
sickly-sweet smile that has zero wrinkles with it. That’s due to the
amount of Botox she has had. No doubt she’s a gorgeous lady. But
when she has less wrinkles than I do at the age of twenty? Yeah,
that’s pretty obvious—and not to mention, unnatural-looking.
She holds her hands out to her son, who takes them and then
envelops her in a hug.
“Mom, looking as beautiful as ever.”
She puts one hand on his cheek and smiles up at him with
nothing but pure adoration. It’s clear to see from the outside,
looking in, that her son is her world. “My sweet boy, thank you for
driving up to see us. Your father is thrilled. Speaking of that, Mason
will be joining us as well.”
Maverick’s jaw tenses slightly, and he releases his mother’s hand.
“Why? Does he need money or something?” he asks her in a snappy
tone. One I’ve never heard him use before with her.
She laughs obnoxiously. And it’s also fake. “No, silly. He probably
just wants to see his dad. No big deal.” She narrows her eyes
slightly. “Please behave.”
His face remains stoic, and he nods gingerly. “Of course,” he
answers coolly.
Her face relaxes. Well, as much as it can with the Botox and all.
“Dinner will be ready in one hour. See you two lovebirds then.” And
with that, she turns on her Louis Vuitton heels and gracefully exits
the room.

“Who’s Mason?” I ask curiously. I have never heard Maverick or his

parents mention anyone by the name of Mason.
He grumbles something inaudible, pulling me up the stairs and to
his room. I know exactly what his intentions are.
“It’s no one, okay? I’ll explain later.” He gives me a devilish grin.
“After all, time is ticking.”
He shuts and locks the door behind us. I want to push the issue
further, but it’s so hot, the way he’s looking at me, as if I were weak
prey and he were a big, bad hunter. My legs quiver with need.
Slowly, I pull my sundress over my head, leaving me completely
naked, except for my own set of Louis Vuitton black heels.
His eyes darken as he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip. “My
sexy, defiant girl. Not even wearing panties to a family dinner.”
Shaking his head, he takes a step toward me, closing the gap
between us.
 Leaning down, he takes my breast in his mouth. Sucking and
licking until finally releasing it with a small pop. Then, he wastes no
time in moving on to the next. His hand moves down to my most
sensitive spot, and he slowly pushes his fingers into me. Not able to
control myself, I rock my hips into him, and I reach between us to
undo his belt, followed by his button and zipper. One small push,
and they fall to the ground. I pull his boxers down, take him into my
hand, and begin pumping.
He hisses and rocks into me. “Fuck, Anna, you turn me on so
fucking much. You know that?”
“Mmhmm,” I murmur against him.
I remove my hand and push him back onto his chair. I walk away
briefly, returning with a condom from his nightstand. After ripping it
open, I slide it over his length. Slowly, I sink down on him,
connecting my lips with his. We’ve done it here a few times now, so
I have no doubt in my mind he’s watching us in the mirror behind
me. It’s part of why I positioned him here; I know how much he
enjoys seeing us.
As I move up and down on him, my breasts are level with his
face, and he takes advantage of this and gives them the attention
they deserve with his mouth. My pace picks up, the closer I get to
release. I hear his breathing intensify, letting me know he’s not far
either.
“Come with me, baby.”
He moans and nods, putting his hands on my hips and slamming
me up and down harder and faster. My lower belly begins to burn,
and my toes start to curl. The whole world goes dark as we rock into
each other over and over again.
I finally come back to earth, collapsed against him, both of us
breathing heavy, like wild animals.
He looks up at me and grins. “You’re always so fucking hot. You
know exactly what I like.” He presses a kiss to my forehead.
“You were pretty decent too, babe,” I say with a thumbs-up.
He pretends to be annoyed. “Oh gee, thanks.”
I’ll admit, I can please a man. I’ve only been with three men
sexually, but I guess I just know how to be sexy. Looking at me from
the outside though? You’d never guess it. You’d probably think I had
a stick shoved so far up my ass that I couldn’t walk straight.
But secretly, I’m this girl who doesn’t wear underwear sometimes
and who wants to chop her hair off and dye it red. The real me
wants to take all of these clothes to the Salvation Army and then go
shopping at places like American Eagle and Target. To take off this
pretty pink nail polish and paint my nails blue or gray, maybe even
black.
But I’m not ready to lose Maverick yet. So, I will continue to wake
up and put on this mask. It isn’t as though I need Maverick. But
being with him, well, it makes life with my mother easier. My dad is
basically a zombie. I don’t think he cares either way who I date. He
just agrees with my mom because, well, it’s a helluva lot easier than
dealing with the wrath of Evelyn Eubanks. I learned this at a young
age. A very, very young age.
Some monsters you cannot defeat until you’re ready and strong
enough. And I’m not ready to slay the dragon that is my mother.
two
Anna

W e make our way into the dining room. The smell of savory
spices and fresh-baked bread assaults my nostrils. The Kings
have a chef, so the meals are always incredible.
Taking a seat, I look at Miranda. “Everything looks delicious, Mrs.
King.” I give her my brightest, most dazzling smile.
She shakes her head and giggles, clearly already having been into
the wine. “Oh, Anna, how many times do I need to tell you to call
me Miranda? Mrs. King is my mother-in-law, and, well, let’s just say,
I’m not her.”
“That’s for sure,” I hear grumbled from the other side of the
room.
My eyes make their way over to what could be the sexiest man I
have ever seen. I know; I’m here with Maverick. It’s not as though
I’m trying to dry-hump this mystery guy, but what can I say? He’s
extremely hot. So, in reality, I’ve done nothing wrong.
Mr. King stands. “Mason, glad you could make it, son.”
I find myself hanging on to that last word. Son. Does he mean
son as in his son? Or is he just using it as a casual term? I look at
Mason more closely. He looks a lot like Maverick and Mr. King. He
has the same dark brown hair as them. The same sharp jawline. His,
I’m pretty sure, I could cut my dinner on; it’s that sharp. He’s like
some sort of a Greek god. The difference between them is his eyes.
Maverick has his dad’s green eyes. Mason’s eyes are bright blue,
almost like two sapphires staring at you, lighting up his whole face.
Mr. King is a total DILF, so it would make sense that Mason is his
son. If so, then, damn, bless these sexy genes.
He stiffly shakes Mr. King’s hand and then takes a seat—directly
across from me, might I add. I look up to find him watching me. He
leans back slightly and smirks. It hits me; I know him. This is Mason
King, one of NEU’s beloved football players. He’s also one of the
campus’s notorious, biggest fuckboys. But after getting a closer look
at him, I can’t blame those bitches. Homeboy is hot. And not in a
typical college-boy way. No, he’s downright delicious to look at.
Snap out of it, Anna. You’re here with your boyfriend, for Christ’s
sake.
His eyes move to Maverick. “Hello, brother.”
He emphasizes brother, letting me know this is a complicated
story. But I’m here for it. I want all of the details. Even if I’m hiding
my own complicated story like a nasty pimple that needs half a tube
of concealer.
Maverick stretches one arm behind my chair, trying to appear
bored, but I’ve been around him enough to know that this guy is
getting under his skin. He jerks his chin up. “Mason. What brings
you here? Some money perhaps?”
Mason holds his hands up, letting out a throaty laugh. “Daddy
dearest here sends me more than enough money. So, no, not in
need of money. Can’t a guy just come see his picture-perfect
family?”
I find this dude entertaining as hell. I wish I could voice these
types of words to my mom. It’d be amazeballs to watch her squirm
as I embarrassed the shit out of her. But once the company left,
there would be absolute hell to pay.
Mr. King speaks sternly, “That’s enough, you two. Miranda
carefully planned out this dinner tonight. Show her respect.”
I hear Mason snort, and I’m guessing it’s because that’s all she
did. Plan it. She told the chefs to make something delicious, and that
was the extent of it. She wasn’t in the kitchen, peeling these
potatoes; she didn’t roast this chicken to perfection; and she sure as
hell didn’t make this delicious bread. I’m on piece number two. I’m
secretly hoping they keep bickering, so I can keep shoving it down
my throat without them noticing.
I can practically hear my mother’s voice in my head. Anna, what
are you thinking, eating that bread? You know what carbs do to a
figure like yours.
I make a mental note to get in a workout tomorrow. My body is in
good shape, I admit. But I can’t help but let my mother get inside
my head when it comes to the need to stay fit. She always lectures
my sister and me that all it takes is a week of eating crappy to lose
self-control. In my heart, I know that isn’t true. Yet I can’t shake her
negative comments and remarks from my brain.
“Thank you, Jackson.” She smiles and reaches across the table,
squeezing his hand.
He doesn’t look at her with puppy-dog eyes. He gives her a polite
smile but seems uncomfortable by her touch. She must feel it, too,
because she pulls her hand back and takes her glass of wine, taking
a large sip.
We eat in mere silence besides some small talk made here and
there between Mr. and Mrs. King. Dessert is brought out, which, by
the way, is freaking bomb. It’s a flourless chocolate cake with
homemade whipped cream. I would debate giving up sex for a year
for this cake. It’s. That. Good. And trust me, I really, really like sex.
Sweet Lord, I’m going to have to run an extra two miles on the
treadmill. Totally worth it though.
Miranda clears her throat. “So, Anna, how is your school year
going? How are your classes?”
“They are going great. Thanks for asking.” I smile through my lie.
The truth is, I hate my classes. I don’t want to be a doctor. At. All.
Mr. King is next. “Mason, word is that you’ll be the starting wide
receiver this year. For a sophomore, that’s quite impressive.”
This man must breed pure athletes. Maverick is the star pitcher
already, and he’s only just a sophomore too.
That leaves me to wonder, How the hell are they brothers?
Mr. King must have knocked up two ladies around the same time.
How scandalous. And here I thought, I was the only one with a
fucked up family at this table. Why that brings me comfort, I have
no idea.
“That’s right. Should be a good season for us,” Mason drawls
before taking a sip of his iced tea.
I find myself watching him on more than one occasion. He’s sort
of mesmerizing. The way he moves, the way he smirks at Maverick,
attempting to get under his skin. The way his bottom lip is slightly
full and succulent. I wonder what it tastes like.
Get a mothereffing grip, Anna.
 “That’s good, son. I hear the quarterback is really something. You
two live together, right?” Mr. King asks his son with genuine curiosity.
Mason nods. “Yep. Trent Kade. Best quarterback that NEU has
seen in a long time. You put that with the best wide receiver—you
know, me”—he grins and jerks his thumb toward himself—“and we’ll
be unstoppable.” He’s obviously cocky. But the way he says it doesn’t
come off as rude or distasteful.
I find him … intriguing.
“Well, it seems only natural. His father was really something too.
Shame about his injury,” Mr. King says, taking a sip of his drink.
It’s rather stuffy in here. It always is. Mr. and Mrs. King are stuffy
people. A better way to put it: they each have a stick shoved up
their ass. A big, giant, possibly prickly stick.
Miranda must be tired of the attention not being on her baby boy.
She’s also a few glasses of wine deep. “Well, Maverick certainly is
going to have a good season as well. Aren’t you, honey?” She leans
over and pats his hand.
He smiles. “Yes, ma’am. That’s the plan. We’ve got a few new
players coming in who are showing great potential.”
He’s much more arrogant than Mason is. And far more serious. All
right, I’ll say it; he also seems to have a stick up his ass as well.
Must run in the family.
“So, Anna, is it? You go to NEU? What year are you?” Mason’s
eyes fix on me.
I can tell by the way Maverick’s body stiffens that he doesn’t like
him speaking to me.
Wiping my mouth with my napkin, I nod. “Sure do. A sophomore,
just like the pair of you.” I point back and forth between the
brothers.
His eyes never leave mine. “What are you studying?”
“Premed,” I reply, trying to seem excited. Though I’m sure it
seems forced to anyone who actually knows me. Not that anybody
really does.
“Wow. Impressive. A doctor. That’s sexy,” he says and winks.
“Enough, Mason,” Maverick practically growls, glaring up at him
and tightening his grip on my hand under the table.
 Mason pretends to be surprised and innocent. “What, brother?
I’m simply making conversation.” He smirks.
That smirk of his could surely get me into trouble. It’s like a
signature thing.
“Make conversation with someone else, Mason,” he bites back.
I’ve never seen Maverick as anything besides overly confident. It’s
clear that Mason brings up some sort of insecurities. I imagine they
are quite competitive with each other.
“Now, what fun would that be?” he asks, directing his attention to
his brother, only for a moment though before those blue eyes that
literally suck you in cut back to me. “So, how’d you two meet
anyway?”
I turn to Maverick, tilting my head as I smile. “At the campus
bookstore.” Which is true. We did meet there. But I had been
scoping him out for a few weeks prior. Tired of listening to my
mother push it on me. Never in a million years would I have figured
I’d end up actually liking him.
Strumming the bit of scruff on his chin, Mason nods. “Now, isn’t
that sweet?”
His eyes watch me intently. It’s almost as if he can read me like a
book. But it doesn’t weird me out or make me uncomfortable. No, I
find it intriguing. It makes me want to know more about the man
sitting across from me even though I know it shouldn’t.
Luckily, after visiting a bit longer, Maverick tells his parents we
need to get going back to campus.
We say our good-byes to Mr. and Mrs. King and head outside to
Maverick’s Escalade. Where I secretly hope to find some answers
about his brother. I tell myself it’s because I’m nosy. But I know it’s
something more. Something much, much more.
three
Mason

I head out to my truck just in time to see the dark-haired beauty

climbing into my tool of a brother’s Escalade. I’ll admit, it seems
as though he got himself a good one. Though how good can she be
when she’s with a prick like him? She’s sexy as sin though. And
obviously smart if she’s studying premed. Although when I asked her
about it, her smile didn’t reach her eyes. It felt forced even. I could
read her like a book; she doesn’t love what she studies. She’d have
to be studying something like that to impress Miranda though, who I
can’t stand. She’s nothing like my mom.
Speaking of, I dial my mother up once I get into my truck and
head back to campus.
She answers on the first ring. Just like she does ninety-nine
percent of the time. “Sweetheart, how’d it go?” She sounds worried.
She’s always afraid of how these little visits go. I can understand
why.
“It went fine. Maverick was the little bitch that he always is, and
Miranda was half in the bag, like she always is. That’s about it. A
wasted night as far as I’m concerned.”
“Sorry, honey. How was your father?” she asks quietly.
“He was fine,” I answer honestly.
My dad’s never an ass to me; he’s just indifferent. I’m indifferent.
We’re uncomfortable around each other.
“Well, I know you didn’t want to go. But it’s nice of you to go to
these dinners every now and then. One day, you’ll be glad you did.”
She sounds so sure of it, though I have not the slightest fucking clue
why.
I nod slowly in the cab of my empty truck. I didn’t want to come
tonight. But my dad had called me, and when I mentioned it to my
mom, she’d said I should go. I’d skipped the last two dinners that
he’d asked me to go to, so I suppose it was time that I got it over
with.
 It’s hard, going and seeing his perfect little family and all that
happy horseshit. My mom has never moved on from my dad. I think
she doesn’t want to risk getting hurt again. Not that I can blame her.
It must have sucked. So, it’s always just been the two of us. Which
hasn’t been too bad. In high school, I probably caused a few gray
hairs on her head. Partying and all that. Thinking I was invincible.
But all in all, I try to be a good son to make her life easier. She’s
already been through a lot with my fuckface of a father. She doesn’t
need two King men causing her pain.
My mom knows how my father is. Hell, he knocked up Miranda
only four months after he left my mom when he found out she was
pregnant. Miranda’s family comes from a lot more money than my
mom’s. Social status—that’s all those fucks care about.
Pathetic.
My mom has never cared about that though. Although I certainly
can’t complain; we made out pretty good. My mom has her own café
that does surprisingly well. Nothing like the way my father lives, but
we’ve never gone without. At least, not as far as I’m concerned.
My mom saved all of the money my dad had sent her for child
support over the years and put it into an account for me for college.
I got pretty damn lucky though because New England University
ended up offering me a full-ride football scholarship. Yeah, because
I’m that good. What can I say? I was basically born, holding a
football.
What really drew the college scouts to me was my speed and
agility. Despite my size, I’m still really fucking quick. Most wide
receivers are around six-one, and I stand at six-two, yet I can run
faster than any college wide receiver in the United States. It sounds
cocky, I know. But it isn’t arrogance when it’s the truth.
I’m not arrogant at other things in my life. I’m nothing special in
my college classes. I pass, and that’s about it. I’m getting a degree
in sports broadcasting. Figuring if an injury ever takes me out of the
game, I can fall back on that.
The good news is, the money from my dad that was meant to pay
for college is still in an account. I have only taken enough out for
things like my truck, clothes, food, and shit like that. I hope, one
day, when I make it to the NFL, I can hand him all of his money
back to him. He never wanted me anyway, so I don’t want to feel
like I owe him a debt. Fuck that.
I wish my mom would take the money. She deserves it. But I’ve
tried, and she won’t. Too damn proud, I suppose.
“Well, at least it’s over with. That’s a plus. Mom, look, I’m headed
back to campus. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, all right?”
“All right, sweetie. I love you.” I can hear her worrying through
the phone. She always worries about me, no matter how old I get.
I’ll admit, I am a mama’s boy. I’m not ashamed of it either. She’s
shaped me into who I am today as a man. Sure, I might sleep
around. No doubt about that. But I treat ladies with respect and am
always honest with them. I don’t make promises that I can’t keep.
Which is the reason why I don’t make promises.
“Thanks, Mom. Love you too,” I say back and end the phone call.
My father’s house is about an hour from campus. Maverick lives in
the baseball house at NEU. But here’s where it gets really fucking
interesting. No one knows that we are brothers. Though I have no
idea how we’ve managed that, seeing as our last name is the same.
Somehow, luckily, no one has connected the dots. Neither of us
wants anyone to know. He’s embarrassed that his family picture
could be less than perfect, and I don’t want to be compared to that
tool. Although now, I have to ask myself, will little Miss Premed keep
our secret? Jesus, I hope so. We’ve gone this long without anyone
sniffing us out. I need to get through my college career and out of
here before anyone does. Hopefully, her sexy ass can keep her
mouth shut.
Even though I don’t know jack shit about her, I have a feeling
she’ll keep the secret for Maverick. She seems like the ride-or-die
type. Not that I actually know that. After all, I only met her a few
hours ago.
Anna

The ride home is quiet. I can tell Maverick has a lot on his mind. I’m
guessing it has to do with his brother.
Wow, that word sounds weird to say.
He pulls into my dorm parking lot and leaves the truck running.
Making me realize he must not want me to spend the night tonight
after all.
Turning toward him, I run my fingers through his short, dark hair.
I feel him tense at my touch.
“What happened to me spending the night? Sick of me already?”
I ask.
He leans back against the headrest. Closing his eyes briefly. “No.
I don’t know. He just … fuck! He gets in my head; that’s all.” He
slams his fist against the steering wheel.
I jump at his reaction. I’ve never seen him act this way. Whatever
feelings he has toward his brother are dark at best.
“Your brother?” I ask hesitantly. I don’t want to make him
uncomfortable. Well, more uncomfortable than he already is.
He runs a hand over his face. “Yeah … and about that, don’t tell
anyone, okay? Like, no one at all. Ever.”
“I won’t, but why is it a secret?” I ask, confused.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Airing people’s dirty laundry is
not in my nature.
He sighs. “It just is. Both of us agree it’s for the best.”
It’s pretty clear his mood is sour. I really don’t understand it
either. Then again, I suppose I don’t know the whole story, so who
am I to judge?
I nod. Not wanting to deal with his shitty attitude any further. I
know I shouldn’t be this way. I should be more understanding.
That’s what you do when you’re in a relationship. Then again, that’s
what you do when you’re in a relationship, and you actually love the
other person. And, well, that’s not a feeling I have for Maverick. Not
yet at least. I’m sure, with time, my feelings of adoration and lust
will grow though. I sure hope they do anyway. He deserves someone
who actually loves him. So, I hope that I can get there. Though
deep, deep down in my soul, I know it’s likely not going to happen.
I lean in and press a kiss to his lips. He doesn’t respond at first
but eventually kisses me back.
I pull back just slightly and look up at him. “I won’t tell anyone, I
promise. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Thanks for understanding. He
and I have a difficult relationship, to say the least.”
I nod, pushing the door open and blowing him a kiss. “Bye,
babe.”
He holds up a hand. “Good night, beautiful.” He attempts to
smile. But it’s clearly forced. Not his usual playful smile.
As I walk into my dorm room, I can’t help but think about the
man who sat across from me at dinner tonight, and I know that I
shouldn’t be thinking about anyone but Maverick. Maverick is good
for me, and after all, Mother knows best … right?
So, why, instead of Maverick’s green eyes filling my brain, is there
a pair of blue ones?
I need to go to bed.
four
Anna

End of Junior Year

I dial my mom’s phone number as I run around the room, packing

my bag. My stomach is already in knots, as I’m dreading the
conversation I’m about to have.
“Hello?” my mother’s sharp voice answers the phone. Instantly
making my heartbeat pick up and my palms feel clammy.
“Hi, Mom. I was just calling to let you know that Maverick is
picking me up in a few minutes, and we will be headed to the
Hamptons to his family’s beach house for his grandmother, Amelia’s,
service and then a family gathering.”
If I were going with anyone else, she’d have a cow. But it’s
precious, rich, high-society Maverick King, so she’s tickled. Even if it
is for a damn funeral, she probably sees it as an opportunity.
“Oh, okay. Please, Anna, remember there will be a lot of
important people there. Don’t embarrass yourself. Act appropriate,”
she scolds me like I’m a five-year-old at a restaurant, wiggling too
much in my seat.
Rolling my eyes, I keep my voice polite. “Of course.” I want to
quip back to her that I might dance on some tables, maybe play
some strip poker, maybe flash my titties and ass to some people, but
she’d have an aneurysm. Besides, it’s just not worth it. It’s easier to
smile and nod my head. Play dead now. Speak my piece later.
Wanting to get this phone call over with, I lie, “Well, Maverick is
here. I’d better get going. Don’t want to keep him waiting. I’ll be
back on campus late Sunday.”
“All right. Good-bye, Anna. Remember what I said. I’m sure that
Maverick is going through a lot after losing his grandmother, and he
doesn’t need you making it worse.” Her voice sounds agitated. Like
I’ve already pissed her off simply by speaking.
“Yes, ma’am. Good-bye.” And with that, I hang up.
I haven’t even left yet, and she’s already afraid I’ll embarrass her.
I hear a knock at the door. Swinging it open, I take in Maverick.
He’s in dark gray chino shorts and a blue T-shirt. He looks good.
Then again, he always looks good. With his dark hair, sharp jawline,
and charming smile, he could pass for a model.
He pulls me to his chest, kissing the top of my head. “Hey,
beautiful. You ready to go?”
I look up at him. “Sure am.”
Pushing up on my tippy-toes, I press my mouth to his. He
intensifies it instantly and cups my ass with his hands. I feel his
growing erection pushing into my stomach.
He pulls back, panting. “Goddamn it, you are so sexy.”
I smile seductively. Tilting my head to the side. “Well, you’re not
all that bad yourself.”
He’s been so busy with baseball lately that we haven’t seen each
other as much as we usually would. When we are around each
other, all we want to do is rip each other’s clothes off.
Kissing my neck, he mumbles against my skin, causing my entire
body to tingle. “When is Savannah going to be back?”
Savannah is my roommate and my closest friend here at New
England University. We shared a dorm last year, and this year, we
decided to get a small apartment. She’s walked in on us banging
before. It was more awkward for Mav than it was me. I didn’t care
too much. It’s not as though she’s never seen boobs before.
“She’s in class for another hour, so we have time.”
I reach down and unbuckle his belt before pulling his shorts down
to the ground. He groans in appreciation as I take him into my fist
and begin pumping. Wasting no time getting to the point of what I’m
looking for.
“Fuck, Anna. You make me so hard.” He reaches under my dress
and pulls my thong off, tossing it to the side.
I love getting him like this. It turns me on more than anything,
having the control. That’s one thing with me: I like to be in control.
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