Page 43 of Little Liar

In a daze, her fingers trace up and down my arms until I’m sure I’ve gotten rid of the proof the Vize siblings have been fucking around.

“The filter wasn’t broken,” she admits before snatching up her bikini bottoms and fastening them back onto her body. “It was only an excuse to get you alone.”

I already knew that. She’s not very creative, since it takes less than a minute to fix the damn filters and we’ve been around here for over ten.

Like nerves are sinking in, she fidgets then kisses my cheek and runs back to the party, leaving me feeling like I’m the luckiest guy in the world with a stupid smirk on my mouth.

It’s when I stand, checking if I’m able to put my shirt back on, that Mason walks around the corner, calling out my name with a tone filled with concern.

He pauses.

Stares at me.

Looks back at the party, then to me again.

“No. Fuck no. Tell me you weren’t doing what I think you were doing.”

My nostrils flare as I run my hand through my hair.Then don’t ask.

Mason’s lips part to say something else, then he flattens them and stares at me.

“That’s fucked up, Vizey.”

Rolling my jaw, I shake my head in annoyance.Tell a soul and I’ll kill you.

It makes so much sense,he signs.So much fucking sense.

I flip him off, and he laughs like he’s been told the best joke ever.

Well I pissed off your sister-turned-girlfriend’s friend and I think she might throw a drink in my face or hit me with a glass bottle, so can we go?

We both grab one last beer and head out, and Mason promises to keep my secret, as long as I figure out a way to get him and Abigail in the same room again.

The blackmailing dickhead.

10

Malachi

I’d never had a blowjob before.

Well, since Olivia is balancing across the ledge to get to her window with her throat coated with my cum, I can cross that off my list of things I want Olivia to do to me in this life. I can still feel the warmth of her mouth around my cock and hear the way she was gagging while Dad yelled at me to get inside.

She waited until he vanished to go back to her room.

Imagine he found out it was her? I’d be a dead man.

The fact she’s even going to see that asshole Parker makes me want to rip his fucking head off.

How many times do I need to threaten him before he backs off? I don’t give a shit if his family made a deal with mine—he’ll walk away unless he wants his balls to replace his eyes.

Adam took one look at me in his driveaway, my hood up and smoke falling from my lips, and he’s not been back at the manor since. I think Olivia still goes out to see him when she’s forced tothough, but at least he’s not under my damn roof, pretending to play happy couples with my girl the way Parker does.

She might think these lessons are real, but they’re the furthest thing from the truth. I don’t need to be taught a single thing, considering I’ve done stuff to her while she’s been unaware—the excuse worked though, so my inner Malachi is gloating at the other voices that tried to talk him out of it.

Those voices are calling me a little liar while a devil chuckles on my shoulder. I’m a sneaky prick, and I don’t care.

My phone buzzes, and I fully expect a message from my sister, but it’s the group chat. Everyone’s planning a meet-up on their bikes, so I decide I might as well kill time until she gets home by joining them.