Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(94)

A knot of dread forms in my belly when her hand caresses his stomach and he makes no move to push her away.

By the looks of things and how comfortable they seem to be around each other, it’s clear they’ve fucked a few times already.

Tears prickle my eyes, but I force myself not to cry. Not here.

God, I feel so stupid. So fucking stupid.

I thought we were together. Hell, I thought we were a couple.

But that was foolish of me, because Oakley never once told me I was his girlfriend. He made it crystal clear when we started that we were just a fling and the end of summer would be the end of us.

I just didn’t want to believe it.

“Bad night?” a deep voice asks.

I turn my head as some guy—a biker—by the looks of his white t-shirt, leather vest, and jeans takes a seat on the bar stool beside me.

“You could say that,” I mutter.

I debate grabbing my purse and heading home, but then he utters, “You’re way too gorgeous to be upset, honey. Let me buy you a drink and take the sting out.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to turn him down…but then it occurs to me that two can play Oakley’s little game.

I might be the one coming out of our little fling heartbroken, but I’ll be dammed if I’m not going to give him a taste of his own medicine first.

I quickly appraise the guy. Closely cropped dark hair and warm brown eyes…short, scruffy beard. Looks to be in his late twenties, early thirties at most. He’s not as tall as Oakley, but not short either. Overall, his face isn’t bad to look at. Hell, he could even pass for good-looking in the right light.

He’ll do.

I give him a sweet smile. “Sure. I’ll take—”

“Nothing,” Oakley grunts as he glares at the man beside me. “Because she’s only eighteen.”

The guy’s eyes widen, but I lean into him and purr, “Eighteen’s still legal.”

The guy drops his gaze to my chest briefly before he smiles. “In that case, why don’t you get my new friend a soda?” He peels his gaze away from me and looks at Oakley. “I’ll take another beer.”

Oakley’s nostrils flare as he fills up his glass and for a moment I think he’s going to pour the beer over his head. “What the hell are you doing here, Bianca?”

Ignoring the sharp ache in my heart, I flash him some teeth. “I was in the neighborhood.”

Visibly confused, the guy looks between us. “Do you two know each other?”

Oakley’s eyes narrow into tiny slits as he hands me a glass of soda. “Yeah. She’s my—”

“Neighbor.” I run my fingernail along the rim of the glass and focus all my attention on the guy sitting next to me. “Oakley rents the guesthouse in our back yard from my father.”

The guy whistles. “Guesthouse, huh? Sounds fancy.”

“It is.” Slipping my foot out of my heel, I trail it up the length of his calf. “You should come see it. My dad’s out of town for work right now, so we’d have the whole place to ourselves.”

Intrigue flashes in his orbs. “Is that so?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Oakley’s jaw clench.

“My name is Bianca.” Holding out my hand, I sweep my tongue along my bottom lip. “And the name I’ll be calling out later is?”

The guy’s mouth nearly drops open as he takes my hand. “Ranger.” He leans in. “Are you always so forward?”

I take a long sip of my drink. “Only when I see something I want.” Biting my bottom lip, I add, “Now what do you say we quit all this small talk and go fuck in the bathroom?”

“Well, shit,” he mutters as he stands up. “I’m not sure what your demons are, honey, but I have no objection to you taking them out on me tonight.”

With that, he stalks toward the bathroom.

I’m about to join him, but Oakley’s hand wraps around my wrist. “Bianca.”

His voice is downright feral. However, it’s no match for the dark, threatening glint in his eye.

I have to remind myself to breathe because if looks could kill, I’m positive I would no longer have a pulse.

“If you do this…we’re fucking done.”

I sharpen my gaze. “We were done the moment I walked in here and caught you flirting with that skank you’ve been fucking behind my back.” He tries to speak, but I yank my wrist out of his grip. “Enjoy the rest of your summer, asshole.”

I force myself to keep it together as I head for the bathroom.





“I have a proposition for you,” I tell Ranger as I lock the bathroom door behind me.

It’s safe to say he’s confused.

Especially when I take a small wad of cash out of my purse.

“What kind of proposition?”

“If you stay here with me for the next ten minutes and tell everyone in the bar you fucked me, I’ll give you three hundred dollars.”

He eyes me warily. “Why?”

“Because my demon happens to be the bartender who screwed some other woman behind my back and I’m not the kind of girl who takes that shit without making them suffer.”

He studies my face for a beat. I have no idea what he sees but it has his own face softening. “Honey I can promise you he’ll be suffering plenty for letting someone like you go.” He juts his chin at the cash in my hand. “Keep your money. I’ll help you out for free.”