Secret Heir (Dynasty #1)(22)
Just then, I see two girls saunter over to where he’s lounging. One is wearing her uniform skirt so short, that I can almost see her panties, while the other has her shirt unbuttoned low enough to show the lacy top of her bra. Both are gorgeous. It’s clear from their flirtatious body language, that they think he’s irresistible. It would’ve been less obvious if they’d just taken their shirts off and started lap dancing on him.
The smile playing on those sensuous lips is irritatingly charming and his gaze is hooded, golden lashes drooping low over his brilliant eyes. He looks like he’s in his element. The girls are giggling loudly now at something he’s saying, the sound traveling in through the open patio doors. I’m sure that it probably isn’t that funny. One of the girls is resting her hand playfully on his arm, while the other one is whispering something in his ear suggestively. So, I was right, he does have girls throwing themselves at him wherever he goes, and he probably expected me to do the same that night of the ceremony. It makes me all the more glad that I showed him otherwise. The whole thing makes me feel disgusted, and suddenly I instantly lose my appetite.
“He’s an asshole,” I tell Dani, who’s still looking star struck.
“Sure he is,” she replies. “But he’s still hot as fuck.”
I almost choke on my water.
I don’t particularly want to hear any more about this guy, but Dani continues regardless.
“I told you before that the Dynasty heirs rule Regency Mount. Well, Raphael St. Tristan is the King of Regency. The Dynasty heirs do nothing without his say so. It’s like the biggest cliché, but all the girls here would drop their panties for him in a heartbeat, and every guy is either scared of him or worships him—but they all want to be him.”
None of it surprises me. Not at all.
“He’s the captain of the soccer team, heir to the sovereign St. Tristan Dynasty, wealthier than God, the most powerful Seraph in recent history and of course, he’s next in line to the throne of Eden. In the same way that Seraphs are like gods to humans, Raph is basically a god compared to everyone else here.”
“Wow. He sounds like the perfect mix of spoiled prick and arrogant ass,” I retort. Dani chuckles in response.
“And wait, they have soccer here? Also what do you mean he’s the most powerful Seraph in recent history?” I ask, despite myself.
Dani looks at me like I’m from another planet, which would be correct—I am.
“Of course, they have soccer here—it’s the biggest sport on the planet and the Regency Gladiators are the best high school soccer team in the country. Raph is the star striker and captain of the team.
“And the part about him being the most powerful Seraph—you’ll see in elements class. We all have powers, the Dynasty heirs strongest of them all, but Raph’s power is something else. The guy has never been beaten in a duel.”
I cover my face with my hands and groan. Perfect. Not only does this guy hate me, he can probably also snap me in half without even breaking a sweat.
“Too bad he’s the biggest jackass to ever grace the face of the universe,” I mutter.
“I’m guessing you’ve met him then?”
“Yeah, unfortunately. He spoke to me at this stupid presentation ceremony a couple of nights ago.”
“Wait—he spoke to you?” she looks shocked, and I roll my eyes in response.
“Yeah, but trust me, I wish he hadn’t.”
“What did he say?”
“Nothing much—it went something along the lines of I’m not welcome here, and I should stay out of his way.”
“What the hell?” Dani hisses.
“I know. He’s a real charmer,” I say dryly.
“No, I mean like what the hell—Raph doesn’t speak to people outside his circle, and he sure as hell doesn’t speak to outcasts.”
“Urgh, will you stop with this social hierarchy bull already. It’s making me want to throw up my lunch. Besides, the only reason I’ve been marked as an outcast in the first place, is because of that asshole.”
“No wonder Layla laid into you in calculus this morning,” Dani says. I grimace at the memory.
“Layla and Raph have been dating since they were like—in kindergarten or maybe even before that. I think they’ve basically been betrothed since birth.”
I remember how Layla had curled her arm around Raph’s at the ceremony, and the memory makes my stomach churn.
“Good for them. An asshole King and a bitch Queen ruling over their kingdom of mindless followers. A match made in heaven Although Layla might want to keep an eye on her man, because he’s clearly not keeping his hands to himself,” I add, as I observe Raph’s hand reaching around one of the girls plastered to him and cupping her almost bare ass.
“Yeah, Raph isn’t exactly Mr. Faithful, but Layla is hardly the princess of purity either. Raph and Layla are always breaking up and getting back together—one week they’re on, the next they’re off. It’s like this epic love story. I’m guessing they’re in one of their off periods.”
Speaking of the she-devil, Layla emerges from one of the side buildings and is stalking towards the patio where Raph and his groupies are standing. Her eyes are narrowed, furious.
I watch the sequence of events unfolding like a soap opera, playing out right in front of my very own eyes.