I know what he reads there: Use this ticket for one violin lesson with musical mastermind, Harlow Weathersby.
“You said you wanted to learn,” I say.
He keeps reading, grinning with each page, and by the time he looks up again, I estimate he has completed the violin lessons, the promises of random celebrations—including a cake and a present of his choosing—to be used at any time, the tickets for playbacks Harlow-style of his football and baseball games, and the ones for teaching him how to cook, another request he’s made. He must be at the empty tickets now, the ones he can fill in with whatever he wants. By the way he’s looking at me, I think I’m going to regret giving them to him.
“I can use these for anything?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
Definitely going to regret it.
“Yup,” I squeak.
He smirks and puts the book with our clothes before he wades closer to me. Steam swirls in the air between us, and he’s downright sinful in the clear water, illuminated by the amber glow of the sunrise.
“Thank you for my present,” he says, dipping his nose to touch mine. “Best Christmas present ever.”
“Any idea what’ll you’ll use the fill-in-the-blank ones for?” I ask.
He shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips. He wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me in close, so close I can feel his cock pressed against my leg.
“I have some ideas,” he admits, “but I’m not going to tell.”
I swallow hard. He notices and laughs.
“Don’t worry,” he says, lifting me up so that I can wrap my legs around him. He slides into me slowly, and we both moan. “You’ll love every minute of it.”
Then he kisses me gently, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, and we lose ourselves and find each other.
Warning
If you prefer warm and fuzzy endings, turn back now because this next character doesn’t believe in fairytales. She will do whatever it takes to burn the castle—and the knight in shining armor along with it—to the fucking ground.
A Note
I know what you’re thinking. Not this bitch, right? Let me do you a favor and put you out of your misery.
Molly isn’t the only one hiding something at Voclain Academy, and when I’m done, everyone will remember Ian Beckett’s ugly, rotten core.
How? Because I know three things I’m not supposed to.
Did you hear that? The bell just rang.
Prepare for round two, fuckers.
XOXO,
— Aurora
Resources
For those struggling with addiction, you are not alone.
Substance Abuse & Mental Health Services Administration (U.S.): 1-800-662-HELP
FRANK (U.K.): 0300-123-6600
Alcoholics Anonymous (International): https://www.aa.org
Narcotics Anonymous (International): http://m.na.org
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A Wicked Empire Series
A Tentative Schedule
Voclain Academy: Ian and Harlow
Beautifully Wicked (Book One).
Dec. 20: Beautifully Wanted (Book Two).
Fall 21: Beautifully Yours (Book Three).
Winter 21: Beautifully Mine (Book Four).
Standalones
Spring 21: Archie’s book.
2022: Everett’s book.
2022: Chase’s book.
2022: Gabriel’s book (remember, the bad boy from the diner).
Thank you for reading! Every character has their own story, and I hope you love them as much as I do.
— Jordan
All About Jordan
Jordan Grant is a lover of all things romance! She likes to write about edgy bad boys and romances that delve into the blur between love and hate. She is an avid fan of all things sweet including red wine and cupcakes (red velvet, please!).
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