I’m so screwed.

No, screwed is an understatement.

I’m pretty much done for.

I thought I was going to have a panic attack during dinner. I sat there, chugging glasses of water and silently praying it would mutate into something containing alcohol–lots of alcohol. I racked my brain for the best excuse to come up with for when Zeth decided to rat me out.

I almost died from humiliation when my mom told him I’m saving myself for marriage. According to her, I have virtues. She assumes that, anyway. She’s the one who made that pact, not me. I’ve never once said I’m saving myself for marriage. I know if she finds out I broke her hopes and dreams, she’ll probably ship me away to do some soul searching this summer. I’m not about to do any of that eat, pray, love crap.

But Zeth shockingly kept his mouth shut. Instead, he decided that I was going to be his enjoyment for dinner. I wanted to lean across the table and strangle him for the endless sexual innuendos and comments he made, trying his best to get me all riled up. He’s bad news. I know he’s going to use this as leverage, and if I make one wrong move, he’s going to tear me in two.

I can’t have that happen. It’s time to make a deal.

I hear his rugged voice when I stop in front of the guest room door.

“Love you too, mom,” he says.

I don’t knock until I hear silence, and I shuffle my bare feet back and forth against the carpet, waiting for a reply, but get nothing.

I knock again. Silence.

“It’s Addison,” I say softly, hoping he can hear me.

I jump when the door clicks open, and his tall frame stands in front of me, way too close into my space. I gulp, suddenly becoming aware of my own breathing when I eye his bare chest.

He’s ripped, insanely ripped. Tattoos decorate his arms. Adrenaline spreads through my body like a bullet, and I use every ounce of self-control I have not to reach out and touch him. I squeeze my thighs together when I notice he’s only wearing a towel that hangs low on his hips. A deep V cuts down his abdomen and dips underneath the blue cloth.

The air grows thick. I should leave, but my feet are refusing to make that jump start because I want to continue eye-fucking him. I know I can’t touch … but looking isn’t bad, right?

“If you get busted down here, it’s my ass, princess,” he says, harshly.

He’s right. If I get caught, they’ll blame him and somehow twist it around like he forced me to do it. My mom thinks I do no wrong.

I gasp when he snags my chin roughly in his hand and drags it up for me to look at his face.

“Usually I’m the one to being told, “my eyes are up here,” but hey, my eyes are up here,” he says, arrogantly. “Unless you’re going to do something about it, quit eyeing my cock like you want to wrap your innocent lips around it. I don’t feel like jacking off tonight.”

“Our parents are asleep,” I say, only answering his first comment because I sure as hell don’t know how to respond to the other.

He arches a brow. “Is that an invite?”

“What? No!”

He shrugs. “Your loss.”

He walks backward and falls down on the bed. His vibrant green eyes meet mine while I stand there awkwardly playing with my hands, trying to figure out where to start. I should’ve pre-planned my speech.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” he finally asks, helping me out. His eyes travel down my body this time. “And FYI, I like this look on you.”

My hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, and all I’m wearing is striped pajama shorts and a tank top.

“I’d prefer you always come to my room naked, but this look works too.”

I roll my eyes and walk into the room. I need to cut to the chase before I chicken out. “You’re not going to tell them, are you?”

He kicks a leg up and rests his back against the headboard. If I bend down, I’ll get a view of his cock. I swallow hard. He’s messing with me. His goal is to make me uncomfortable.

A smile forms on his thick lips, giving me a show of his straight, white teeth. “Ah, so that’s why you’re here. Not to shower me with welcome love, or jump in my bed, but to make sure I won’t rat on your pretty ass. My lips are sealed, virgin princess.”

I scowl at him but choose to ignore his insult. “Thank you.”

“It’s not my business to tell. And I expect the same from you.”

“What?”

“You won’t be opening up your mouth when I break the rules. You’ll turn around, walk your sassy ass up those stairs, and act like you didn’t see shit.”

I close my eyes, and my face blushes when I think about him having sex in front of me. Goosebumps roll across my skin. It excites me more than I’ve ever been with Cam, and Zeth isn’t even touching me. I take a deep breath and shake my head. He can’t know he’s getting to me.

“Oh really?” I say. “Because that’s what you did with me? You turned around and left?”

He laughs. “It was too good not to interrupt. You two looked like you were giving a tutorial on the worst attempt of fucking. Was it your first time? Please tell me it was your first time, and that sex isn’t really that dreadful for some people.”

I pretend his insult doesn’t cut straight through me. “For that comment, I won’t be turning around and running. I think it’s only fair I interrupt you and make a scene in front of whatever hooker you paid to sleep with you.”

“Interrupt, partake in the fun, watch. I don’t mind if you do any of those. But you won’t be opening up your mouth. We both fuck freely, and no one else will know.”

“Fine, deal.” I won’t be going downstairs unless absolutely necessary.

“Doesn’t it suck, though?” he asks, stopping me when I turn around to leave.

I look back at him. “Doesn’t what suck?”

“Sneaking around. Hiding what you’re doing because they have a giant holy stick up their asses.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to tell my parents I’m having sex.”

He raises a brow.

“Oh shove it, I’m sure you didn’t go around telling your mom you were banging girls in your room.”

A sly smile beams across his face. “Oh babe, my mom knew I was fucking girls in my bed. They couldn’t hold back their screams. And trust me, they never had to be told to open their legs wider. I made sure to give it to them right. The deeper, the better.”

I feel an aching numbness in my nipples. I wrap my arms around my chest, so he won't notice how much his words are turning me on.

“I highly doubt that,” I snap, mad at myself. I’ve never felt this turned on before, not even with my boyfriend, and he’s doing nothing but insulting me.

“How old are you?”

I lean back against the wall. “Eighteen.”

“You’re an adult, and you’re still here? Move out and fuck freely in your own place.”

“It’s more complicated than just moving out and having my own place.” I wish I could pack my bags and leave, but I can’t risk my future for temporary happiness. “I don’t have the money to do that.”

“Get a job.”

I shake my head. “I’m leaving for school soon. I’m sticking it out until then, playing by their rules, and then I’m out of here.”

He crosses his arms behind him and rests his head back against them. “Not exactly playing by their rules if you’re getting railed by your boyfriend down here.”

“Very funny,” I say, and my phone starts vibrating. I look down to see Cam’s name flashing on the screen. “I have to go. Thanks for not saying anything. I’ll do the same for you.”

“No problem, pleasure doing business. See you around, sis.”

My phone stops ringing, and I turn around to look at him. “Don’t call me that.”

“Would you like me to call you something else? Because if we do decide to break the rules together, screw each other a few times, that might be a little weird calling you sis.”

I give him the finger and leave the room.