Bad, Bad Bluebloods (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #2)(57)

Adjusting the watch on my right wrist, I step confidently outside and pass right by William's table. His eyes immediately catch on the red and black Rolex that he gave to Tristan. If I could only use one word to describe his expression, it would be annihilation. I've blown his mind.

Tristan sees me a moment later, and this lick of fear takes over his face as he glances from me to his dad. Either William will think Tristan gave me the watch or else he'll have to come clean about throwing it in the trash.

He grabs my wrist as I pass by, and heat shoots up my arm and spears me in the chest with flames. I meet his gray eyes without fear.

“What the hell are you playing at?” he asks, looking from the necklace to the watch, and then back to my face. “What is it that you want?”

“I want you to realize that what you did to me was wrong. I want you to treat people better in general. I want you to know that your money doesn't mean you can get away with murder.” I shake his grip off and shoulder past him, heading over to Lizzie's table. She watches me as I sit down, her brow scrunching slightly. “You okay?” I ask, and she nods, spinning her engagement ring around on her finger.

Andrew is watching her, too, and there's a dark melancholy to his expression that I wish I could wipe away. He doesn't want to be engaged at all, let alone to a girl. I feel sick with sadness for him.

“I'm okay,” Lizzie replies with a long exhale. We both watch as William summons his son to his side. Harsh, low words are spoken before Mr. Vanderbilt reaches out and grabs Tristan by the wrist so hard that his son cringes. My heart thunders, and I almost stand up. Lizzie puts her hand over mine. “If you go over there, you'll make things worse.” Her voice comes out in a near whisper as William drags his son into the lodge.

I can't help it.

I force myself out of my chair and weave through the crowd to the door, slipping inside and catching a glimpse of the two men moving in the direction of the VIP room on the opposite side of the lodge from the bar.

I'm not sure what I'm doing exactly, but I sneak over anyway. The door is closed, but I can hear voices coming from inside.

“… the commoner wearing your watch.”

Tristan is dead silent.

“And Lizzie Walton? I've forbidden you from seeing her. Do you think these secret trysts of yours are going to amount to anything but a bastard heir and a teen whore I'll have to pay off? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“A bastard like me, you mean? Am I such a goddamn disappointment?” My mouth drops open at the vitriol in Tristan's voice. There's the sharp crack of flesh on flesh, and I cringe, trying the door knob. It's locked.

There's a long silence, like maybe they're waiting to see if whoever's on my side of the door will try it again. Finally, Tristan speaks up, his words mollified.

“It won't happen again,” Tristan says, his voice low and hoarse. “Marnye must've … thought it was okay to wear the watch after we slept together.” Slept together?! Gross. But I guess it's as plausible a lie as anything else.

“You are engaged, son, to a du Pont. Do I need to remind you how important that is? The company is going under. Without their money, we lose everything. If you'd like to live in the trailer next door to your whore, then by all means, keep defying me.” William pauses and sighs. “And don't let me see you around Lizzie Walton again. This time, I'm giving you a warning. You won't like what I do next time.”

I scramble out of the way before the two of them come back out.

I do not miss the blood on Tristan's mouth this time.

When I get back to the room that night, I cross his name off my list, and feel fucking sick about it. I will never use William Vanderbilt against his son again. Never.

But in my phone, there's a recording with his voice on it.

Try me, asshole. Try me and see what happens.



The rest of winter break is uneventful. Dad doesn't invite Jennifer over again although he does bring her up a few times. Zack stops by on Christmas day with gifts for me and dad. Charlie gets a pair of new boots, a Carhart jacket, and a shiny new tie. Me, I get keys in an envelope, and give Zack a look. There's the address for a storage unit on the other side.

“What is this?” I ask, but he just shrugs, wishes us happy holidays, and leaves.

The next day, Dad and I drive to the storage place, find the unit that Zack's written down, and unlock it with the keys. Inside, there's a golden pedal harp.

My phone drops to the ground, and I clap my hand over my mouth.

The instrument that's sitting in that unit is worth over thirty-thousand dollars.

“How are we going to get this home?” I choke out, once I've finally fought back tears and found my breath. Sitting down in the wooden chair next to it, I strum my fingers across the strings and sigh at the beautiful notes. “Where are we going to put it?”

“We'll figure it out, Marnye-bear,” Charlie says with a soft smile. And the next day, he shows me the cute little two bedroom house in Grenadine Heights that he's rented for us.

Pretty sure that's the best Christmas I've ever had.





The wind teases my skirt, making it billow around my thighs just enough that my garters show. I ignore it, leaning against the wall of Tower Two with my shoulder. My pulse is racing with nerves, but I’m excited to do this, to be the new student’s guide. And I guarantee I’ll do a hell of a lot better at my job than Tristan Vanderbilt did for me. I hadn’t expected to get called into Principal Collins’ office so bright and early, but that’s the life of a student mentor. Guess they’re going to actually make me earn those credits. And hey, maybe the new kid won’t be as big of a dick as all the others?