Wicked princess

Chapter 26

“I heard there’s a party at Jordan Romano’s house tomorrow night,” I inform Stone at lunch. “Maybe we can go.” 

I know he doesn’t like to hang out with kids from our school—or anyone for that matter—but I’ve been attending Royal Manor High for almost a month now and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to socialize a little.  

Making a face, Stone bites into a chicken tender. “Jordan Romano is an asshole.” He takes a lengthy sip of his sports drink. “So are his friends.” 

I can’t hide the flicker of disappointment I feel. “Oh.” 

“Trust me, Bourne, you won’t be missing anything. Just a bunch of losers getting drunk and high.” Concern mars his features. “Besides, sometimes the parties he throws get out of hand and I really don’t want you around that.” 

I love that he’s trying to protect me, but I need to interact with other people besides him and my family. 

“All the more reason you should come with me.” I bat my eyelashes, hoping he’ll cave. “This way you can be my bodyguard.” 

“I’m not going, Bianca.” He pushes his lunch tray away. “You shouldn’t either.” 

I get what he’s saying but I’m tired of watching movies in his bedroom all the time. “But I—”

Grabbing his backpack, he stands. “I have to go. I’m helping Mr. Reiss in the chemistry lab and he wants me there early.” 

I look down at my tray of uneaten food. “Right.” 

He slides two fingers under my chin, tipping my face to look at him. “Don’t be mad at me, Bourne. It’s only because I care about you.” Leaning down, he kisses my lips. “A lot.” 

I know he does. 

I assess my outfit in the mirror. 

The black material is silky soft, and the super short length makes my legs look miles long. Also, the strappy heels I paired it with are to die for. 

It’s still missing something though. 

I rummage through my closet. Old Bianca’s clothes mostly aren’t my style, but even I have to admit she’s got some great pieces in here. 

Like the deep purple crop jacket.

A smile stretches across my lips as I look in the mirror for a second time. The pop of color was exactly what I needed. 

After applying some lip gloss and checking my phone to see where my Uber is, I grab my crutches and head downstairs. 

“Where are you ru

Shit on a stick. 

I chew my bottom lip, pondering what I should tell him. 

“Mercedes and I…we’re going out to di

“Oh.” 

Jace shuffles his feet like he wants to say something, but he’s hesitant for some reason. 

Finally, he speaks. “Bianca?”

“Yeah.” 

“We never really talked about it before, and maybe we should have.” 

He’s losing me. “Talked about what?”

He blows out a breath. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, if you and this Mercedes chick are more than friends…I don’t want you to feel like you can’t bring her around.” His eyes cut to mine. “Gay, straight, bi…whatever you identify as. You’re my baby sister and I will always love and support you.” 

Oh, geez. 

His words are touching, but they only serve to make me hate myself for lying to him. 

Then again, if I came clean and told him the truth about dating Stone, he wouldn’t be nearly as supportive.

He’d be downright homicidal. 

I smack a kiss on his cheek. “You’re an amazing brother, Jace.” 

“Does that mean you’ll finally bring her to the house so I can meet her?”

I swallow hard. “Sure thing.” 

File that under never. 

The music is bumping, and people are packed inside Jordan’s house like sardines when I arrive. 

Almost instantly, I regret coming here alone. 

Especially when some drunk guy staggers over to me. 

“Hey, baby. What’s a little hottie like you doing all by yourself?” 

Gross. 

“I have a boyfriend,” I tell him, hoping he leaves me alone. 

He looks around. “Is he here?”

“He’s in the other room,” I fib before walking away. 

“Hey,” another guy greets me. 

Since he didn’t greet me with, hey baby, I decide to be nice. “Hey.” 

He gestures to my crutches. “What happened?” 

“Car accident.” 

Wincing, he takes a sip from his Solo cup. “Damn. That sucks.” Leaning in, he whispers, “What do you say we go upstairs so I can kiss it better.” 

Seriously? 

“Hard pass.” 

“Stuck up bitch,” he mutters as I brush past him. 

I’m about to go into the kitchen because it’s way less crowded, but I spot Mercedes and her friends. 

I quickly turn the other way and head out the patio doors. 

Where I see a bunch of people sitting at a table…snorting some white powdery substance.

“Want a hit, beautiful?” some guy asks. “It’s fucking fire.” 

Yeah, so not my scene. “No thanks.” 

Sighing, I shuffle my way through the crowd of people dancing in the living room and head upstairs to find a bathroom. 

Past…

“God, I’m so drunk,” Hayley slurs as I lead her up the staircase at Christian’s house. 

“Me too.”

Only unlike the alcohol ru

Tugging a fistful of her long blonde hair, I pull her in for another kiss. 

Her tongue greedily brushes against mine, and I can taste the Malibu rum on her breath. 

“Wow,” she whispers against my mouth. “You’re such a good kisser.”

Ugh. I definitely can’t say the same about her. 

 Hayley’s kisses are as sloppy as she is…and that’s saying something. 

I twist the knob of the first door we come to and find it empty. 

Closing it behind me, I utter, “Get on the bed.” 

“Wha—”

I kiss her with more urgency as I walk us backward toward the bed. A moment later we’re tumbling onto the mattress with me on top of her. 

Arching my back, I grind my pelvis against hers as I skim my lips along the column of her throat. 

The perfume she wears is as cheap and trashy as she is.

“That feels so good,” she breathes. 

Sticking to the plan, I cup my hand between her legs. The lace of her panties feels warm and damp against my fingers. “It’s about to feel even better.” 

Hesitation flickers in her eyes. “I’ve never done this before…you know…with a girl.” 

“Me either.” I skim the length of her pussy over the wet lace. “But like they say, there’s a first time for everything.” 

And sometimes i

Smiling, she tugs down the top of my dress, exposing my tit.

Her tongue circles my nipple before she suctions her mouth around it. “You have really nice boobs.” 

Christ. Even her dirty talk is boring as fuck. 

Slowly, I slide down her body until I’m kneeling in front of her. “You’re so fucking sexy.” 

About as sexy as a root canal. 

She giggles. “Have you seen yourself? You’re like…out of this world gorgeous. So exotic.” 

It’s all I can do not to roll my eyes. 

I press my lips to the inside of her thigh. “You know what would be really hot?”