~Savannah
I kicked my bedroom door shut and tossed my bag into the corner, not even caring as it hit the floor. The house felt like a museum. After my shower, I stood in the kitchen in my oversized PJ shorts, biting into a sour apple.
"Of course, there’s nothing to eat," I muttered under my breath. My father’s latest bride was useless.
She was a professional black widow, moving from one billionaire to the next for the payout. My dad was just her current victim, and she’d brought along her dead ex-husband's daughter and a mountain of baggage.
I missed Chloe. She was the only thing that made school—and my life—bearable, but lately, she was acting like I didn't exist. It didn't help that I hadn't been properly milked in days. The ache in my chest was almost as bad as the ache between
