Kingston and Maverik clearly didn’t like me or want me here, but would they physically harm me? I hadn’t gotten that vibe from them. Even when they kidnapped me, Maverik was still careful not to hurt me, and Kingston was distressed when he saw the marks on my wrists.
As much as he might deny it, Maverik had stepped in to stop my mom after she hit me. He could have stayed lurking in the shadows and never revealed himself. That probably would have been the smarter thing to do.
Still, I wasn’t the type of person to let things go just because I thought they might secretly be nice guys under the layers of asshole they wore. If they were intent on terrorizing me, then I was going to get them back.
Chapter 15
Katya
I hovered in my room later that night, knowing that the two guys would undoubtedly be going out to party. This was an opportunity to search their space, find out what they really cared about, and get some revenge. To my delight, Awake had delivered everything I wanted within two hours of me ordering it. I realized that left a trail of evidence, but those two weren’t the type to go tattling to their dad over petty stuff.
I heard doors slam, and Kingston shouting excitedly as they left. I rolled my eyes when I heard the pre-party conversation. I just hoped that they would come home wasted and be caught defenseless by what I was going to leave for them.
Once I was sure they were out of the front gate, I booked it to Kingston’s room with my bag of goodies. I snickered when I got to his bathroom and looked over his broad range of grooming products. The purple hair shampoo for blondes was a stroke of good luck that I couldn’t have been more delighted by.
The expensive-looking shampoo went right down the drain. I saved a little to mix with the purple manic panic hair dye I found online. It wasn’t precisely the right smell or color, but hopefully he’d be too drunk or hungover to notice right away.
Both guys got their toilet paper replaced by those sticky lint rollers. A sober person would probably notice immediately, but I was banking on bleary eyes missing the obvious until they reached for a square. Of course, I removed every last roll of real toilet paper from their bathrooms entirely. Scooping out their deodorant and replacing it with cream cheese took a little longer than I expected, but I had plenty of time. You can’t rush perfection.
I had to stick them in Maverik’s mini-fridge to get them to solidify properly, and that’s when I noticed his water bottles. How refreshing would it be to reach for a nice, cold drink to help with that hangover dehydration, only to get a mouthful of vinegar? I laughed out loud when I went down to the kitchen for reinforcements. Luckily, Mrs. Ferguson had multiple bottles of white vinegar – so she wouldn’t miss one.
Kingston’s body wash? Replaced by Elmer’s glue. It turned out that Maverik used bar soap, so I rushed back to my room for a bottle of clear nail polish. I wondered how long he’d struggle to get it to lather. Naturally, I removed the extra soap from his bathroom to make it impossible to get clean.
I almost felt bad about dumping an expensive bottle of cologne, but then I remembered that these guys were billionaires. Little known fact: there’s a company that makes scents for pranks like this. Kingston got ‘rotten corpse’ and Maverik got ‘stinky cheese.’ I almost choked filling up their bottles, but I smiled when the bottle said the scent could last two to three days.
I was quite satisfied with myself when I went back to my room, but I was careful to lock the brand-new, reinforced deadbolt lock on my door. From now on, I should expect retaliation. I was kind of hoping the guys wouldn’t find everything I did all at the same time and that the discoveries would be paced out over time. That would make it even better.
That night, I went to bed with a smile on my face, and I had no trouble sleeping at all.
Chapter 16
Katya
Last night I heard the guys come in around two or three in the morning. They sounded drunk as they stumbled down the hall, and I might have heard a female voice or two along with them. I hadn’t heard any shouts of outrage yet, so I was assuming they were still passed out and hadn’t found my surprises yet.
I don’t know why Richard looked the other way, considering that they were sixteen and seventeen years old, but that was none of my business. He and my mother shared the floor above us, but there was no way he was oblivious to what was going on. Not with all the cameras and security around the house.
I didn’t bother lingering in my room in the morning, because I doubted that they’d be up before noon. Instead, I followed my usual routine and went to my studio.
I was warming up when my phone vibrated with an incoming call. I grinned when I saw it was Ryan.
“Hey, Grumpy Bear. What got you up so early?”
Ryan chuckled. “I instinctively wake up around this time now, expecting to be smothered by a pillow held by a crazy Russian ballerina.”
I giggled. “I’m glad to see I could teach you some good habits.”
Ryan sighed, and I heard rustling.
“You’re still
