RAEGAN'S POV
I stared at the nation's black-haired princess that was staring up at me expectantly like I had the answers to the world's problems at the tip of my tongue. I blinked a few times, waiting for her to laugh and say she was joking. She did no such thing.
"What?" I asked.
"Why don't we sleep with their entire family members? As a form of revenge."
I'll give her one thing though: she was not as naïve and innocent as I thought she was.
"Do you know how that sounds? You want to increase your body count as a way of getting even with them?" Her face contorted into a frown and she folded her arms across her chest. I have to say, it was the prettiest and sexiest depiction of an angry lady I had ever seen in my entire life.
"Okay, Judgey. I just thought it was a great idea because it is."
"Chloe doesn't really have that many family members that I can have sex with. She's an only child you see."
Her brows creased and she pouted as she thought hard for a solution to that little bump in her not-so-grand plan.
I had seen her multiple times on posters and magazines and I had thought she had the same generic beauty that celebrities had. But staring at her close up now, I could see that there was a difference to how she looked from other celebrities. She was more beautiful in a sense, even though she had the same well-proportioned face with balanced, symmetrical features, large, almond-shaped eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, thick, dark lashes framing her eyes adding a sort of intensity to them.
"It doesn't have to be her family members." Her voice halted my assessment of her facial features. She was still going on about her plans. "Someone she's threatened by. Someone she thinks likes you and that secretly you like back. Or don't. It doesn't matter as long as her pride is being trampled upon."
"Briarwood, I have no intentions of sleeping with any one I'm not attracted to especially if it's to get revenge."
She narrowed her eyes at me and then leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. "Do you not have that many admirers, Raegan? Do girls not think you're hot over at your school? Is that what this is about?"
For some reason my stomach lurched at her words. I felt warm and fuzzy inside as the idea that she may think I'm hot rested in me.
"Do you think I'm hot, Briarwood?"
She looked flustered at my question and her thoughts became evident for me to see. Quickly regaining her composure, she frowned and took a step back. "I think you feel you're not good enough in bed and so you don't want other girls to find that out so you're hiding behind being a decent human being."
I was amused by her at first, with the was she came up to me and acted but her words triggered something in me that pissed me off so much.
In one swift motion, I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me as she let out a shriek.
"You wanna find out whether I am great at sex or not, Briarwood?"
Her eyes were wide and she looked scared. This was not my intention when I grabbed her like that and I began to regret it when I saw the terror in her eyes. I hated it when people looked at me like that. Like I was a monster, something to be afraid of.
"Go home Briarwood."
I let go of her hand and turned around, ready to go back to my cave and sulk about my broken heart. I was certain that my facial expression and my actions would not guarantee a return visit from Morgan Kaelson, but before that thought could completely form in my mind, she grabbed my hand and spun me around.
"Wait! We're not done talking yet."
The fear in her eyes from earlier was gone now and was replaced with something fiery. I could tell that she was very angry, hurt even, by her stupid boyfriend Orion and she really wanted to get back at him even if it was by doing something as ridiculous as what she was proposing. I sighed, feeling sorry for her.
"You wanna sleep with his family members, make him mad and ruin his family, right?" She nodded, her eyes wavering slightly but still holding her ground and looking me straight in the eye.
"Okay then. I'll indulge your little fantasy. But lemme ask you a question first."
A strand of her hair fell over her face, covering her eyes. I didn't like that I couldn't see them properly anymore, so I lifted my hand and brushed the stray strand away. My fingers grazed her skin and I felt her shudder.
"How do you plan on seducing his big brother? From what I heard, Kaycee's a sex god and he doesn't just sleep with anyone. I know you're beautiful, Briarwood, but you gotta have some sexy, kinky ass shit up your sleeves to get a guy like Kaycee Breene to fall for you."
"I have some…sexy…kinky ass shit up m-my sleeves." She stuttered, which meant she was a little destabilized. I smiled, sensing a way to get her to back off and leave me alone.
Morgan Kaelson may look tough and act like the baddest of them all on the outside, but something told me that it was only a front and she was as innocent and naïve as they came.
"I just thought of a brilliant idea myself." I smirked and inched forward. She didn't seem to notice the decrease in the distance between us; either that or she was too transfixed at my abs to even move.
"You know Briarwood, this plan is a good plan. I'm beginning to get into the whole having-sex-to-get-revenge theme. But I think I'm at a disadvantage here seeing that Chloe's an only child. I can't have sex with her dad and her mother is aiding mother nature in a field somewhere in Kansas. As you can see, I don't have that many options."
Her eyes looked almost luminous in the sunlight, like they were reflecting the light instead of absorbing it.
They must be a light color then – probably green. No. Blue.
"I-I can understand how that is a problem for you." Her words came out breathy. Her eyes trailed down my torso. She gulped and held the air in her lungs, refusing to let it out.
"Well, it's a slight problem that can be fixed no doubt. How about…" I placed my index and thumb fingers under her chin and held her face up in place so that we were looking into each other's eyes now. "Instead of their family members, we can just have sex with each other?" Her eyes darkened then and they widened with such comic intensity I almost broke character and laughed.
"Well, think about it. What better revenge than that? They slept with each other; we should do the same. Chloe has always thought me faithful and loyal and she feels that I will never do anything to hurt her, which, judging from how ecstatic she was while…you know…she doesn't share the same sentiments about. But she forgets that I can be mean and ruthless too, and she may not care about me sleeping with some other girl, but if it is someone – how'd you put it? – that she's threatened by, someone that she feels inferior to, someone she has always been jealous of and constantly compares herself to, then I believe it's gonna hurt like a bitch and her pride will be very much trampled upon."
Usually, I wouldn't tell the girl that my ex-girlfriend loathed with so much passion that she was jealous of her and felt inferior to her, but I wanted the message to be passed on clearly and I needed her to believe every word I said.
From how stricken she was and her inability to speak, I'd say that it worked.
She was not consciously aware that I was leading her to towards a column until her back hit the hard surface and she gasped.
"Imagine what I could do to you, right here, right now," I whispered against her ear. She shuddered and sucked in a breath. "Imagine me, pressed up against you so tight, you forget to breathe. My hand in your hair, tongue in your throat and my name just bubbling to come out of your pretty little mouth. You think sleeping with his family will be the thing that ruins him? Trust me, princess, the real power move would be letting me ruin you."
I stared at her lips for a long time – longer than I should have. I wanted to make her flustered, make her so nervous she realizes the idiocy of her plans and scamper out of my front porch, but her lips were prettier than I thought at first, and they were just so captivating I couldn't stop staring at them for the life of me.
I hadn't realized I was leaning in to kiss her until I noticed her close her eyes. The action surprised me and I was taken aback for a split second. I had thought she would run away but she didn't. This was the third time I was misjudging her. Morgan Kaelson was hard to decipher. I didn't like that one bit.
"That's just a thought though, Briarwood," I said, pulling myself away with all the strength and self-control I could muster. Her eyes fluttered opened and I could tell her face was a bright shade of pink with the way she looked at anything but me.
"T-that's an idea. Um…"
She cleared her throat and ran her fingers through her hair after which she looked at the invisible watch on her left wrist.
"Wow, it's getting late. I-uh, I need to be at a-uh, photoshoot right now."
"Right," I responded calmly. I knew she was lying.
"Yeah. It's for Devereaux and it involves like, lots and lots of young, sexy male models with sex appeal that I am totally, totally used to being around and I'm not affected at all by."
I raised my brow quizzically at her, a teasing, knowing smile on my face and her embarrassment intensified.
"I am not affected by you at all, Raegan."
My name has been called millions of times by different people, but never has it ever sounded so wonderful coming from someone before.
"Because you're used to being around various sexy male models that exude sex appeal, right? So, in other words, you think I'm sexy? I got it, I understand."
"Exactly!" She yelled before she could realize what she was agreeing to. She tapped her fingers repeatedly on her arm, her nervousness and embarrassment oozing out of her like jelly in a donut once it has been bitten.
"Okay, well, bye."
As she scurried out of my front porch and down the short flight of stairs that led to the garden path, I wondered if I should inform her that she came to my house in her Hello Kitty pajama bottoms, her fluffy bunny indoor slippers with gigantic droopy ears that were kinda adorable and that I knew she was turned on by the way her nipples stood out from underneath the transparent white camisole that she had on.