Page 59 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

She tried to engage me, but I’m not flirting with the friend. Not if it’s going to make Evan shut us out longer.

“In Mia? Interesting.” Olivia stretches her legs out. “You don’t have to worry about other girls this year. I can be the girl you need. You can focus on hockey, and I can take care of all your desires. Besides, you wouldn’t want to break up the happy couple.”

Back to Evan and Chase. Fuck. This girl is like a terrier. She can’t seem to let it go.

“Happy couple?” I scoff. I’ve already stolen Evan out from under him, even though he doesn’t know it yet. He never should have thought he’d get away with a quick fuck while Evan was at the party. The video would have been damning by itself, but he had to go and fuck his ex. What an asshole.

“Even if you were interested in EvanAnn, which you aren’t, she must be lousy in bed because Chase is getting his dick wet in a different girl practically every night.” Olivia smirks. “They probably have some sort of agreement though, or else she’s really stupid.”

“Right, because every girl knows when her boyfriend is a cheater.” I shake my head. Fucking Chase. It was only a matter of time before Evan found out about his exploits. She’s not completely cut off from everyone else. Or is she?

The only friend she seems to have is Mia, who’s new. I haven’t noticed her talking with anyone else.

“I heard they talked about it, and she is fine with an open relationship on his side.” Olivia watches me out of the corner of her eye. Fuck, this bitch won’t quit. “It doesn’t go both ways though. He’s horribly possessive over her. His little director.”

If Olivia presses this hard about a ride on my bike, I need her to see Evan isn’t her competition. To keep Evan out of Olivia’s crosshairs. Olivia may want me, but I don’t want her. Nothing about her plastic persona appeals to me. Girls like her become clingers once they get what they want.

“For fuck’s sake. It was a project, Olivia. That’s it. I don’t want the little ant.” I run my hand through my hair before turning and giving Olivia a flirty smile. “Besides, I’m sure we can find a project of our own on Saturday night.”

She perks up, thinking she’s won, and leans in, showing off her tits. “I can’t wait.”

I’ll deal with this mess Saturday.

When I walk into second, Hawk and Cam are already seated around Evan. She’s focused on her tablet. When I walk by, her eyes lift to mine and her lips part slightly. Fuck. My cock stirs. If she wasn’t “dating” Chase, I could pull her into a supply closet and fuck that pretty mouth before third.

Her cheeks flush and she looks down at her tablet. Maybe she’s thinking the same thing.

I’m not ready to blow up her relationship with Chase. Not until we have enough to take him down. However I do it, I want to cause the most damage. He wants her, but why is he fucking around? And last week when she was home alone, why wasn’t he there fucking her?

Maybe Olivia is right. Maybe Evan is a lousy lay. I don’t need her to be an expert though. And if her blow job skills keep improving, she can be taught. Fuck, last night I should have taken her pussy with the plug buried in her ass.

We agreed, though. It’s not about consent, it’s about trust. I want to use her tight little body how I want, and she won’t let me if she doesn’t trust me.

Chase walks in early for once. He sets his books down and comes back to Evan’s desk. She looks up at him in surprise. He squats down beside her. He’s avoiding looking at any of us surrounding her.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Evan sounds confused, but she doesn’t look at any of us either.

“I was checking out the schedule and it looks like you have dinner off on Wednesday. Do you want to have dinner at my house with my parents?”

Her cheeks get pink and she looks down at her desk for a moment. “I have to eat with my mom Wednesday night. She wants to make sure everything is going well this semester. Sorry. But you and I have the party Saturday night.”

“And my game is home on Friday.” He grins at her. “You’re going to come watch?”

“Of course. I’ll see if Mia can come with me.”

He chuckles. “Maybe people will think you and Mia are a couple and I’m the third wheel. My parents are going to be at the game. They’d love for you to stop by and say hi.”

“I can try.”

He smiles. “Good. They think you’re good for me. They’re right.”

The teacher comes in and Chase stands to head back to his chair. Hawk leans in and trails his fingers down the back of Evan’s neck. She shivers.

Chase is still dating her even though she isn’t giving him anything. But he was cheating on her this past week when she was available.

What isn’t Chase finding in Evan? She’s warm and willing. She comes easily. Sure, she didn’t really know what to do with my cock the first time she put her mouth on it, but once Cam talked her through it, she did fine.

She’s a fast learner.

I study Chase as he pays attention in class. Or rather, pays attention to his phone during the lecture. He obviously wants to spend time with Evan. With his parents. Does that have anything to do with us taking her out to lunch yesterday?

Was he coming over to stake his claim in front of us?

She doesn’t belong to him. Maybe on paper, but when it comes down to it, she belongs to me. To us. Even if she’s a means to an end. I can’t beat up Chase for what he’s done, but I can take his perfect relationship and twist it to my needs.

Twist her into my little fuck toy. Show him how far she’ll go for me. Ruin his little good girl. Because I have her. He may think he has her, but he doesn’t. She’s in my bed at night.

I’ve had my cock in her mouth, and I’m determined to get into that tight little cunt of hers. To stretch her out and make her moan so fucking hard as she comes all over my cock before I flood her with my cum.

“Mr. Storm?” Mr. Ridgeway says.

“Yeah?” My tone borders on belligerent. I was supposed to be done with this bullshit.

Sitting in classes, taking notes, answering teachers.

I was supposed to be training daily to get to the next level.

To make my way onto one of the best college teams. To have the recruiters in the NHL see me. To sign a fucking contract.

“Did you not hear my question?” Mr. Ridgeway looks like he swallowed a lemon.

“Obviously.” I arch an eyebrow, waiting for him to ask me again.

The room twitters with quiet snickers and chuckles. Mr. Ridgeway glares at me. I wait because what’s he going to do to me? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.

Just like Chase is going to get nothing from Evan. I may not be where I’m supposed to be, but I’m going to rule this fucking school while I’m forced to be here.