–Laura–
I planned to go out to the gazebo with Damien—eat, maybe fuck, definitely unwind. He'd gone to the kitchen to grab the cheesecake when I happened to walk past Ion. I snorted and ignored him.
"So, both you whores were really good at seducing Blackwell, huh?" Ion said.
I turned. His smug face said it all.
"Whore?" I scoffed.
"Yeah," he smirked. "Your sister set Brandon up. Now she's parading around like she controls the whole damn family?" He stepped closer. "How does it feel, Laura? To dominate a Blackwell?"
I tilted my head and smiled coldly.
"You're really scraping the bottom, Ion. Are you high?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Look at yourself. You're not even making sense. You don't check facts—you just open your mouth and spew whatever your fragile ego can twist."
The slap came fast and hard. I lost my balance and hit the cobblestone with a thud. My cheek burned, my ears rang. I tasted blood.
