Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

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The moment Lucien parked, my pulse spiked. Music thumped faintly through the cold night air, mingling with the glittering laughter spilling from the open

balcony doors above us.

The driver parked the car, and out the window, I could see Lucien heading this way, as he crossed the road, and went round the car to my side like this was a red-carpet premiere. When I stepped out, the cool air of the night sky bit at my bare legs.

He stretched his hand out to me, and I placed my cold hand in his. The feel of his warm palm on my cold one sent another wave of electricity up my arm,

reminding me of the sparks from earlier.

“Ready?” He asked, his permanant smirk on his face as he stood before me, dressed in an outfit that showcased his awesome figure.

I nodded, and took in a deep breath. He intertwined our hands together, and pulled me along.

Inside, the Harrow Estate’s ballroom was a riot of crystal chandeliers, gold-trimmed walls, and the faint scent of money disguised as white roses. The moment we walked in, it was like I was charged with electricity as dozens of people turned to look at us, cutting their conversations mid-sentence as they

stared at us in shock.

Most of them had their eyes on me. The boys looked at me like they wanted to have a feel of me, as their eyes swept over my exposed curves; the girls

looked at me like they wished they could set me on fire.

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Glancing around the room with false disinterest, I saw her.

Roxanne.

She stood across the room in a shortdress that probably cost more than my dad’s annual salary, and left nothing to the imagination as her boobs were out on full display. The second she saw me, her smile faltered in shock. She looked at my dress with an expression as sharp as knives.

Matt lingered by her side, with his hand casually resting on the small of her back, but like the rest of the room, his eyes were traitorous, shameless as they

slid over to me.

The sight made heat curl in my stomach, as my lips curled up in a snarl.

Lucien’s grip tightened ever so slightly on my hand as he leaned in, his lips brushed my ear like á caress. “Smile.” He whispered softly.

So I did.

I smiled like I owned the place, like I wasn’t dying inside, like I didn’t want to rip the smug expression off Roxanne’s face, and the heated one on Matt’s.

We moved through the crowd wordlessly, every step of ours left a silent declaration that I was here with Lucien Ravenscroft. Every camera phone we passed lifted as girls started filming us for the school gossip page, as everyone whispered among themselves.

Halfway across the room, Roxanne intercepted us with Mat still on her arm like a lapdog.

“Well,” she purred, her eyes sweeping over me like I was a questionable fashion choice, her voice dripped with condescion as she stared at me like I was a roach she wanted to squash.

“Lucien, I didn’t know you’d be bringing…” Her lips curved in a fake-sweet smile. “This.”

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My smile didn’t falter. “You didn’t know a lot of things, Roxanne. Shocking, I know.”

The flash in her eyes was immediate at my response. It was quick, sharp, and delicious. It left a satisfying taste in my mouth as she looked at me in shock.

No longer was I the Sloane she used to walk all over.

Lucien chuckled low in his throat as he smiled with amusement, like this was all exactly the entertainment he came for. “If you’ll excuse us,” he said, his

tone polite but lethal. He didn’t wait for her reply before steering me toward the marble staircase.

Something no one but him had ever done to her.

At the top of the stairs, Lucien leaned close enough for his breath to warm my skin. “You handled that well.”

“I wasn’t going to let her get away with that.” I replied, and he nodded with satisfaction.

“Good.” He said as his gaze raked over me one more time, slow and deliberate. “Because this is just the first round.”

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20:55 Thu, Jan 8 M6.

FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.