15
“You planned this whole thing, didn’t you?” Pace asked, barging into her room.
“That’s it. I’m going to get a deadbolt installed on my bedroom door. I don’t even know how you got through that lock!” Bryna cried.
Pace produced a credit card. “Don’t they teach you spoiled rich kids anything?”
“Clearly not,” she drawled sarcastically. “Now, get the f**k out of my room.”
“You think this is all a game? Is that what your f*****g text meant?” he demanded.
“Oh, so you did read it.”
She crossed her arms and sank into her hip. At least she was finally getting through to him. Even if she couldn’t keep him out of her f*****g room.
“Don’t f**k with me, Bri. My mom is downstairs right now. She just told me that she hasn’t seen me enough, and suddenly, me and the twins are supposed to have a f
