“She’s definitely going to be too busy for me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Come on. Let’s play some more. I wanna finish kicking your ass.”
“You wish.”
I laughed and logged back into the game.
I didn’t feel any better about the situation with Ash, but knowing that he probably wasn’t as straight as he pretended to be helped. He might have been the one to get me off, but he’d enjoyed it too.
At least I hoped he did.
I shook my head and concentrated on my screen. It would be fucking great if I could stop thinking about Ash and his magic hands and filthy mouth for even ten minutes and focus on kicking Dec’s ass.
8
ASH
“Did you seriously put a fridge with a lock on it in your room?”
I looked up from my phone to find Jules standing on the other side of the coffee table, his hands on his hips.
“What’s it to you?”
I glanced back down at my phone, scowling at the picture on my Insta feed.
The dorm fridge had been in my room, or what was supposed to be my room, in Tripp’s house. Kash, who’d taken over my unofficial lease, hadn’t wanted it, so Tripp had given it to me.
I’d added the lock because I knew it would piss Jules off.
“I had a bag of apples in the fridge, and now they’re gone. Did you take them?”
“I needed a snack.”
“You’re such an asshole.” He stomped his foot. “I only have so much for groceries a month. I can’t afford for you to steal my food.”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
“We can’t all have rich daddies who throw money at us every time we ask.”
I bit back the wave of anger that washed over me.
“You’re delusional if you think that’s what my life is like.”
“Oh, really?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Who’s the one who got a new car for his sixteenth birthday, then crashed it a month later.”
“It wasn’t new. It was used. And that wasn’t my fault. A drunk driver hit me when I was at a stoplight,” I bit out. “And it’s not like Daddy bought me a new one. He took the insurance money and gave it to his precious Jenna to go on a shopping spree.”
“Yeah. It must be sooooo hard having a literal model for a stepmother.”
“Watch it, Julian. You know nothing about what life is like at my dad’s,” I said icily. “You have no idea what she’s like.”
“Yeah? Well, try having a stepmom who doesn’t give a shit about you and only cares aboutherkids.”
“Really?” I tossed my phone down and stood, my hands shaking as adrenaline poured into my nervous system. “You think my mom gives two shits about me? Riley, sure, but not me.”
“You expect me to believe that? I lived with her full time while you got to disappear to your daddy’s house every other weekend.”