~ Evie ~
It's Friday, and s**t, this is the day. The big dinner with the Pooles, where Marcus's dad is supposed to make it all official or whatever. Like, are they just handing me over to him tonight? "Here, take, she's all yours now." I roll over in bed, staring at the ceiling. Jack's been a total mess lately - moody as hell. He thinks the rich assholes are stealing me away, but am I happy about maybe becoming Marcus's wife? Hell no.
I mean, he's hot in that polished, billionaire way - tall, dark, possessive vibes that could probably make a girl feel owned. But I'm still hooked on Jack's c**k like it's my damn drug. Thick, veiny. I squeeze my thighs together under the sheets, already getting wet thinking about it. No, Evie, focus. Today could change everything, and I'm lying here like
