Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

We’d stepped out into the sharp evening air, and my phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out to see a notification in the school’s gossip

column.

With one glance at the screen, my stomach flipped, and I did summersaults, backflips, and all sorts of exercises, as my food came back up.

The boutique clerk hadn’t wasted a second; the picture was already on the school’s gossip feed, with the caption in bold black print:

“Ravenscroft’s New Queen?”

In the photo, Lucien and I stood facing each other, my red dress painted like sin under the boutique lights while I was still dressed in it, and the second was at the desk where Lucien collected the dress. Judging by the flood of comments already pouring in, neither did anyone else. There was also a picture of the

boutique’s logo on the front page.

Everyone in school would know by now, or at least tonight, that Lucien had taken me shopping.

Roxanne’s comment below sent both a smile and a chill up my spine.

“This has to be a joke.’ She commented with angry emojis.

Matt, on the other hand, commented on the icon of eyeballs as well as a full stop.

Lucien glanced at the screen over my shoulder and grinned, slow and merciless. With an expression of pride on his face. “Let them choke.”

Somewhere in the upper-class neighborhood in Westridge, I could feel Roxanne seeing this, and I knew she’d be at that party tonight, with an appetite for

revenge.

“Wait…what if she gets a better dress than this?” I asked, and we stopped in our tracks at the realisation that the picture of my dress was on display.

Lucien looked at me in realization, and swiftly, he pulled me into the store again.

‘We can’t have that, can we?” He mumured as he pulled me through the doors.

The ride to Harrow Estate was a blur of city lights and my own reflection in the tinted window of Lucien’s limosuine., I couldn’t stop looking at myself, the

new dress Lucien and I had picked out earlier was black.

It shone against the night sky as the light of the moon radiated on it. It wasn’t just a dress, it felt like a declaration of war.

The black dress clung to my skin like it had become a part of my very DNA, it hugged my curves in a way that made modesty bleed. With it’s backless design, my curves were further on display, as it revealed exactly what I hid under my baggy clothes all these years at Ravenscroft High.

It’s thin, delicate straps framed my shoulders before plunging into a low, backless sweep that left my skin bare all the way to the curve of my spine.

I remmebered the way Lucien’s eyes lit up with desire after I’d turned for him to see as he’d instructed. When he pushed the dress into my hands, I had had no idea of what he saw in it; not untill I saw the way he looked at me, and the way the dress looked on me in the floor length mirror in the boutique.

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Chapter 7

The slit up my left leg would be the final insult to Roxanne’s injury.

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Lucien had said Roxanne would burn at the sight of it; and so would Matt. It was high enough that one wrong move could flash anyone. Paired with the black, razor-sharp stilettos Lucien chose, I looked like a weapon he crafted himself.

I looked like nothing I remembered;, the hair Lucien insisted I let the stylist “fix,” was now in beautiful waves that fell to my back in deep curls, the heels felt like they could double as weapons as they dug into my toes, making my feet ache. I looked like someone who belonged in his limosuine.

Like someone who belonged in his world.

Except I didn’t.

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The gates to Harrow swung open before the car even stopped. The gravel crunched under the tires as we swept up the long, winding driveway toward the sprawling mansion that looked more like a stadium than a house. It’s party lights, and the music blasting on the inside, coupled with the cheers of the people made goosebumps line up my arms as I suddenly got nervous.

I could see that there were already rows of expensive cars lining the lawn, Lamborghinis, Ferratis, a vintage Rolls-Royce I’d only seen in magazines and t.v shows; It was like a car show for the one percent of Westridge.

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20:55 Thu, Jan 8 AMD

FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.