Fake Dating The Bad Boy For Revenge. 18+ novel Chapter 3

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.

The engine purred beneath me like a beast restrained, its growl low and threatening as I leaned back against the leather seat of my Lamborghini. The early morning sun filtered through the tinted windshield, casting gold across the sleek black dash. But I wasn’t watching the road.

I was watching her.

Sloane.

Curvy, scowling, stubborn Sloane—marching up the sidewalk like she was daring the universe to touch her. Her books clutched to her chest. Her yellow-dyed hair caught the light like fire. She didn’t know I’d been parked on this street for ten minutes.

Correction: She didn’t know I’d been watching her every morning since the bet.

Scratch that, every morning since she walked through the halls of Ravenscroft High.

But today wasn’t just any morning.

Today, we arrived.

I rolled the window down slowly.

“Sloane,” I called out.

She stopped like someone had yanked her spine back. Her eyes locked onto mine with the precision of a sniper’s aim, her eyes wide in shock and surprise.

“What the hell!?” She exclaims.

I smirked. “Get in.”

She didn’t move. “Are you stalking me now?” She asks, looking around, perhaps to make sure no one sees her with me.

I'd understand, after all, there's a five-million-dollar car on the road in a lower-class neighbourhood.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I lied easily. “I figured you’d walk. And I didn’t want my girlfriend showing up to school alone.”

“Fake girlfriend,” she corrected, hugging her books tighter, her eyes lighting behind her thin glasses.

Feisty, I like it.

“Details.” I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. “Now get in.”

She folded her arms. “No.”

I leaned over, pushed the passenger door open with one casual hand. “Don’t make me get out and carry you in. That’d be very dramatic. And you know I don’t mind an audience.” My smirk must have convinced her, because she bites her lip in frustration as she says;

“You’re insane.”

I smiled, slow and sharp. “And yet, you agreed to date me.”

She hesitated. The war in her eyes flickered, and I saw it--he exact moment she caved. Studying her body language works well for me; there's almost nothing I don't know about her.

Sloane yanked open the door and slid into the car like she hated every second of it. She slammed it shut, throwing me a death glare. “You drive like a serial killer, don’t you?”

“Worse,” I said, shifting gears. “I drive like a man with no fear.”

Call it pride, call it foolishness, but I do whatever the fuck I want. No sane officer would stop me.

The car roared to life, and we peeled away from the curb, driving off into the street.

“Why are you here?” she asked after a beat, her wild eyes searching all over me.

I didn’t look at her. “We’re making a scene today. Might as well start with the entrance.”

She snorted. “What, you want to roll up like a movie villain and parade your ‘charity case’ around?”

I glanced at her, jaw tight. “Don’t ever call yourself that again.”

Roxanne gave her the nickname, and the second it came out of her botox-filled lips, I hated it.

She blinked.

“I don’t do pity,” I added. “I do power plays. And this—” I reached across the console, took her hand in mine. She tensed. I didn’t let go. “—This is checkmate.”

“You’re such a bastard,” she muttered, staring at our hands.

I leaned in just enough to breathe against her ear. “Touch me again like that and I’ll make you scream my name loud enough for her to lose sleep.”

She jerked her hand back, but not before her fingers curled just slightly around mine.

Cute.

The school came into view, its polished gates looming ahead. Already, students gathered at the front.

Gossiping, laughing, existing in their perfect little worlds.

I pulled into the front loop like I owned the damn building. (Technically, my father did. But we don’t brag.)

True wealth speaks for itself, and one thing Eldric taught me is to never speak before my money does.

Power is silent, Lucien. Don't speak, let power do the talking.

Sloane shifted beside me. “You plan to hold my hand the whole time?”

“Yes.”

“Even in front of—” Her already large eyes grow even wider at the thought of us in front of Roxanne and Matt.

Cute.

That word again...what's wrong with me?

“Especially in front of them.”

She groaned. “You’re evil.”

That sounded like a compliment.

“And you’re mine today. Don’t forget that, scholarship girl.”

I stepped out, walked to her side, and opened the door like we were arriving at a red carpet event.

All of a sudden, the crowd of aimless students pauses, and everyone suddenly turns to the object of interest.

Us.

Phones suddenly fly out, ready to take pictures and videos for the school blog, school gossip channels, and social media, as everyone begins to whisper in their groups.

'Who is Ravenscroft with?'

Sloane stood slowly, clutching her books again like armor. I

Clenching my jaw, I took them from her immediately. To make this work, she has to be as strong as possible.

No shrinking, no turning back, just pure revenge, and being a nerd wouldn't cut it.

. She froze the moment her books left her arms, almost turning as I dropped them onto the seat of my car, but I whispered in her ear.

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