2. Evan
CHAPTER 2
Evan
L exi waves her hand at the champagne the staff member holds. “Oh, I’m only nineteen. I don’t drink.”
I take a sip of my champagne, a bemused expression on my face. I don’t buy her innocent act for one fucking moment. Just because Lexi wasn’t born wealthy doesn’t mean she isn’t like the others in my world—selfish and dishonest. She’s probably worse.
My gaze narrows on her mother. She’s a selfish bitch of a mom. I wouldn’t be surprised if Lexi is exactly like her. The two witches probably concocted a grand scheme to get their greedy little hands on my father’s money.
Not under my watch.
Lexi is providing me with some much-needed entertainment. The wide-eyed, fish-out-of-water look she’s perfected is Emmy-worthy.
Sipping water from a glass, Lexi stares over the rim at my father and her mother, looking bored out of her mind. She’s acutely aware of my presence, though. Her body tenses whenever I move. Like a scared little bunny who’s afraid the big bad wolf will eat her.
She’s right to be afraid of me. I will chew her up and spit her out, leaving behind a shell of the woman she was before.
Amused at my thoughts, my gaze travels over her curves in that tight blue dress. Although she radiates the na?ve schoolgirl look, I’ll bet she’s a freak in bed. My cock thickens inside my pants at the thought of her writhing beneath me. She may be suitable for something.
Setting my empty glass on a table, I saunter in her direction. The closer I get, the more her body tenses. It’s highly amusing, and I puff out my chest, my heart rate rising from the adrenaline coursing through me. Her glossy lips purse as she pretends to ignore me. I bet she’d give one helluva blow job.
I step into her personal space, trapping her between my body and a table. “What do you like to do for fun, Lex?”
Big mocha eyes look up at me. Her chestnut hair glimmers with reddish highlights in the final rays of sunlight streaming through the large windows around us.
Lexi looks baffled by my question before her eyes narrow. “Don’t call me that.”
An amused chuckle leaves my lips as I lean closer, breathing in her sweet, innocent scent. “What should I call you?” I whisper. “My little slut.”
She gasps, her mouth falling open. “Hell no, jackass!”
“Is your mouth hanging open an invitation for my cock?”
Her mouth slams closed, lips pursing together, glaring at me. Anger flashes in her eyes, the golden flecks obvious this close to her. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and eyes me with disdain. “My name is Lexi, not Lex. And you’re disgusting.”
I smirk as I glance over her shoulder. Her mother, Cynthia, has moved closer to us and overhears Lexi’s remark. She gasps, a horrified look on her heavily made-up face. “Alexis Renee. What is wrong with you?”
“Not a damn thing,” Lexi fires back, her gaze not leaving mine. “Just putting an asshole in his place.”
I smirk at her, then turn my head toward Cynthia. “It’s fine. We’re just getting to know one another, and I’ve ruffled her feathers a bit.”Grabbing Lexi’s arm, my fingers dig into her skin while tossing her mother a charming smile.
“Evan, you’re such an understanding young man. No wonder your father is so proud of you.”
I throw up a little in my mouth from that lie. Yeah right. He wouldn’t be proud of me even if I single-handedly saved the world.
But I know better than to vocalize my thoughts. Instead, I shoot Cynthia a syrupy smile, still gripping Lexi’s arm tightly. “Thank you for the compliment. I’m gonna show her the Van Gogh my father recently purchased.” I nod to the painting on the opposite side of the room.
“Oh, please educate her. She could use some lessons from you.”
“Oh, I intend to.”
Lexi ignores my double entendre. “I don’t need lessons, Mom.”
I drag a reluctant, protesting Lexi away, my grip locked on her like a pit bull. Cynthia turns away, occupied with my father.
Leaning into Lexi’s ear, I breathe in her honeysuckle scent, my dick hardening even more. “Drop the bullshit act, Alexis. I see right through it.”
She stiffens before firing back at me. “My name is Lexi, asshole. And what the hell are you talking about?”
Goddamn. She’s a challenge, and I fucking like it. I’ve never been this hard before, and considering neither of us is naked, that’s a real compliment to her.
“I’m not fucking stupid. I see it?—”
“Stop calling me Lex or Alexis. It’s Lexi, ” she snaps, losing her patience. Her eyes flash as she attempts to pull free from my hold, but I refuse to let go.
Her anger only turns me on. Most of the women in my world are boring simps who will do anything I ask.
But not Lexi.
“You’re quite an authentic bellissima sputafuoco.” She blinks up at me, not warming from my compliment. My smile is condescending as I translate the words for her. “A beautiful spitfire.”
She rolls her eyes. “Great. Now you’re showing off by speaking some fancy foreign language. I’m not impressed.” Mocha eyes rake over me disdainfully. “That may work on the other rich hoes who fawn all over you, but not me.”
Her feistiness makes me want to shove her to her knees and make her choke on my cock.
“Let’s get one thing straight, bellissima. I can make your life an absolute living hell, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it.” Glancing over her shoulder, I ensure our parents are not paying attention to us.
My gaze locks on hers as my hand slides down, cupping her pussy through her dress. She gasps, her eyes wide.
My smile is threatening. “I’d keep that mouth shut unless you want my dick in it.”
She instantly slams it shut, and I smirk at her, undeterred by her attitude. She’s a challenge I want to conquer, and I won’t stop until I’ve succeeded.
I lean closer, my lips against her ear. “Good girl.”
She shivers from my praise, giving me an advantage. My blood roars through my veins, my heartbeat thrashing in my ears.
“You pretend to hate me, but I feel the dampness in your panties through the thin material of your short dress. That pussy is on fire.” A low growl escapes me. “I’d love to shove my fingers inside you while sucking your clit until you fucking come undone.” I give her a fake smile as I take a shot at her. “I guarantee I’d please you better than the riff-raff you’re used to.”
Her face reddens, mocha eyes flashing with hatred, but she wisely keeps her mouth shut.
A wicked idea forms inside my head. Lexi’s attraction to me will make her an easy target to exploit.
“Mark my words, Lexi. I’ll know the way you feel, taste, and sound as I tease you into a sopping mess before fucking you so long and hard you’ll feel like you’re going to die by the time I come deep inside you.”
“You’re an asshole,” she hisses, eyes flashing while she spits out her next words like an angry kitten. “There isn’t enough money in this world for me to fuck you. You’re a vain, rich bastard who thinks he can get whatever he wants. Sure, you’re hot enough that most bitches probably?—”
“I knew you thought I was hot. Now shut up.” I raise a brow at her and discreetly squeeze her firm ass cheek before releasing it, changing the subject.
As our parents approach, I point at the picture on the wall and drone on about the history behind my father’s favorite painting.
I step back, giving our parents my golden boy smile. “Time for dinner?” My voice is jovial as I easily slip back into the perfect son role that I hate but play so damn well.
“Yes.” My dad beams at me, then Lexi, oblivious to her shocked expression and pale face.
“Wonderful. Shall we?” I hold out my arm for Lexi to take, enjoying the seething rage that rolls from her like a volcano. She looks from her mom to my dad before reluctantly wrapping her arm around mine. They give her pleased smiles before turning and walking away.
As we head toward the dining room, my chest puffs out victoriously. Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “You have no idea who you’re dealing with. I’m the perfect son, and you’re the trouble-making girlfriend’s daughter. Say one word to either of our parents, and I’ll fucking destroy you.”
She fumes beside me but lets me lead her to the table and pull her chair out. As she drops into it, her jaw is clenched from anger.
Oh, goodie. The lil golddigger is pissed and gearing up for a fight.
As I push her chair in, her mother beams at us. “Isn’t Evan such a gentleman?” She turns to my father. “You’ve done such a wonderful job raising him.”
Inwardly snorting, I don’t let my true thoughts show as I slide into the seat beside Lexi.
Leaning over, I whisper to Lexi, “You’re welcome.” I smirk as she scowls at me. “Manners are necessary in this world.”
My dad takes a drink of champagne, flashing Cynthia a smile before turning his cold gray eyes on me, his warning clear. “I couldn’t be prouder of Evan. He spent much of the summer in Italy, immersing himself in Italian culture. Considering he did so well last year, I have high hopes for this academic year at Stone Ridge University.”
He sets the glass on the table, his gaze boring into mine even as he speaks words meant for Cynthia. “He maintained a 4.0 GPA and was a teaching assistant to one of the finest Psychology professors on campus. Plus, he tutored the football team.”
“Incredible accomplishments, Evan.” Cynthia turns her frozen smile to Lexi, a warning in her eyes. “Isn’t it, Lexi?”
Lexi opens her mouth, and I wait, knowing she’s about to say something snarky. But her eyes skip to mine, and when she sees the look on my face, she thinks better of it. “Oh, yes. Wonderful.” Her words are laced with sarcasm.
Reaching for her water glass, she tosses it back like she wishes it were something stronger.
Cynthia’s tone is pleased as she claps her hands together. “It’s so wonderful to see the two of you getting along so well.”
My father and Cynthia exchange a look that makes my spine stiffen. Something’s up, and I know damn well I’m not going to like it.