Dynasty: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Reverse Harem Romance (Boys Of Winter Book 1)

“You think I’m stupid for challenging your lies, where I think you’re a fool for not realizing how easily I see through them.”

“And dare I ask what is, oh broody one?”

Absolutely no shame, but what’s a life to live if you’re getting around too embarrassed to make a dick of yourself? The best times are had when you decided that you no longer give a fuck about what other people think.

If I have to see his guilty little nod again, I’m going to knock his head right off his shoulders.

“Ohmigod,” Ember screeches as she bulldozes her way through the students early on Thursday morning, the high shrill tone of her voice eating right through my skull and instantly reminding me that I spent the majority of my night sneaking out of a mansion, killing an asshole, going down on Cruz, making a dick of myself with Carver, only to then sneak out again, get called a whore, and then attempt to hand the same douchebag his ass and epically fail.

I let out a heavy sigh, feeling completely exhausted. “I wasn’t throwing myself at him. I was looking for a fucking fight. I was going to beat the shit out of him because storming into your room and suffocating you in the middle of the night seemed like a dick move, but maybe I should have reconsidered.”

“I think the bigger question is why the fuck are you wearing nothing but a towel? Did you just shower?”

“Of course I just showered,” I snap, watching the confusion filter over the guys’ faces. “Do you think I just like to bust into peoples’ homes and walk around in a towel for fun?”

No, I don’t want to choose, but why should I? Why can’t a girl have it all?

I have to get out of here.

All four boys watch me. Grayson with annoyance, Cruz with suspicion, Carver with confusion, and King with one hell of a steamy secret. I finish my coffee as fast as humanly possible.

I scoff, looking back at the TV, fearing that if I stare at his handsome face for too long that I might just introduce it to my brass knuckles.