TWISTED ELITES: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Wexley Prep Exclusive High Book 3)

by Ana Slash

Killian thanked him and then Flynn asked if I was there. Killian looked at me and let me know Flynn wanted to speak with me. I said yes.

  Killian handed the phone to me and I said, “Hello.”

  He said, “hello Bella glad you are back, how are you doing?”

  I said great,

  He said, “Well, that’s great to hear. Sorry I have not been in touch.”

  I laughed and said, “Well, it won’t have been able to say in touch even if you tried.”

  He said, “Well, it’s great hearing your voice. I have to go see you back at school hopefully in a few weeks.”

  “Yes see you then.”

  “Yeah sorry we couldn’t get together as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

  I said, “no worries, I am perfectly happy with my boyfriends”

  “Yeah good luck and welcome back again.”

  I smiled and said, “You too, Flynn.”

  And with that, I hung up the phone and turned my attention back to the guys. They looked at me and said, “So it seems Flynn likes you.”

  I smirked and said, “Yes but I think I have my hands full and will not be looking for anyone else.”

  They said, “Well, that’s good to know!” And with that they took turns kissing me. I guess you can say this pandemic too will pass, but having each other was all that mattered.

  Epilogue

  A few weeks later.

  Bella

  Things returned somewhat back to normal, albeit slowly. We all took our final exams online and our graduation had to be virtual but no worries, the good news is we all got into Wexley University.

  In a few months we will have our live graduation, but until then we were all pleased that we got into Wexley. Well, it turns out ,Maxim’s Dad got arrested too for price fixing and selling shares during a pandemic.

  He’s awaiting trial, just like my stepfather. They will probably end up in jail for a long time.

  Oh and get this, the bad girls didn’t get into any college.

  Yes they spent so much time trying to bring me down rather than focusing on their studies, they ended up having to take a job to pay the bills because their parents lost a lot of money in the stock market thanks to the downturn brought about by the virus. As for the guys, well, their partnership with the company creating the cure worked.

  They created a startup as they wait for college to start. I am perfectly happy working on my goals, ready to take on what the future holds.

  I guess you can say, ‘All’s well that ends well. I belong to them, they belong to me and we belong together. Life is great!”

  The end.

  DEVIANT SAMPLE

  ARIANA

  You do it”

  The main chambermaid, Lisa said to me. She handed me clean towels. Then she added, “Oh and whatever you do, don’t talk to him.”

  I swallowed and thought:

  “Why? Is he in the room?” I wondered, still trying to wrap my head around why I couldn’t speak to him? I mean we had a past, he bullied me back in high school for crying out loud, only back then he was untouchable, a filthy rich elitist kid. I sighed and turned to Lisa trying my best to feign ignorance.

  She laughed and said, “No, not right now but if you walk past him in the hallway, here’s what you do, nod and keep on moving, got it and that is an order!”

  I sighed and grabbed the cleaning supplies. It was bad enough trying to find a job while going to school and dealing with a lot of family drama.

  I guess I should be grateful to have this job. I got this maid position at this luxurious hotel thanks to sheer luck. College is seriously kicking my butt.

  I knocked on the door, no response.

  I cautiously opened the door and heard the sound of running water.

  Holy hell--

  He was still in the room. Damn it, what do I do now? I can’t let him see me.

  I tried to leave, but then something drew me towards the shower. I gasp the moment I notice his bare muscle toned body.

  I couldn’t help but stare at his awesomely sculpted frame.

  I swallowed and watched as he lathered up his gorgeous and incredibly fit physique. I thought he still looked amazing, but has he changed his ways? Does he remember me? I should probably get the hell out of the room before he sees me. But then again, I have a job to do.

  I took a deep breath and exhaled. I thought about turning back, but I just couldn’t, I kept watching him.

  I bit my lower lip and slid my hair behind my ears, and then I let out an audible moan. He turned, I flinched and slid behind the door hoping he hadn’t noticed me.

  He shook his head and continued soaping up his body.

  My heart thumped faster than a speeding bullet just staring at him.

  Freaking hell, everything I remembered about him still rang true. He looked great and had zero body fat.

  I shook my head and hurried away.

  I couldn’t believe it, I was still attracted to him.

  Why is that?

  Freaking hell, I can’t believe they have tasked me with cleaning Connor’s room, not only was he the most sought after football star on the planet who was my one time bully, and the man the lead manager warned me against.

  Not that he would want to get involved with me, judging by our past.

  Yet, as crazy as it sounds, I hoped he’d be interested in me.

  I could only dream, right? But then why would I want to do anything with him? After everything he put me through in high school?

  The new pictures in the tabloid magazines did not do him justice. He looked better than in the past!

  I thought about leaving, but then I knew I still had to get the room cleaned.

  So that’s exactly what I did, I cleaned his room, while trying my best to get done before he noticed.

  He turned off the shower, picked up a towel, drying his body, and then he stepped out in dark briefs. Oh hell, here goes nothing.

  My eyes widened, and I stole a glance at his toned, all muscle filled thighs.

  Freaking hell, I felt an ache

  I know I should focus on my job, but he made it impossible to do so. What if he remembered me? Freaking hell, I hyperventilated. I pick up the feather duster and start cleaning the pictures on the wall.

  Hell, I tried to focus on the task but couldn’t, instead I focused on his toned quarterback body.

  Goodness gracious, my need to have him be my first overwhelmed me. Something must be wrong with me to want a guy who caused my emotional wounds. Yet I remained a virgin, hoping to have him be my first.

  I mean, I knew the hotel rules, even though Connor and I have a past, fraternizing with the guests was clearly frowned upon. I need to find my way out of the room besides I heard Connor is a bully.

  The last thing I needed was a billionaire bully scion ruining my life. Maybe he wouldn’t even want me.

  He probably doesn’t. Oh Ariana, don’t be so naïve. You don’t want him, you think you do, but you don’t.

  Plus, he’s Connor for crying out loud. He can have any woman he desires. Why would he want you?

  This is insane, I cleaned in a hurry hoping to get out of the room before he noticed me.

  He walked out, placed his hands firmly on his waist; acted like he had no clue who I was and paced the room.

  I swallowed.

  It is as though I didn’t exist. I wondered if he was playing games. Oh well, I guess I'm invisible after all? What did I expect? I was a wallflower in high school and he probably finds me insignificant today. He looked pensive, grabbing the cushions off the couch and flinging it all over the room.

  I wanted to ask if I could find something, but watching him pace the room in his briefs did something to me.

  I guess he was used to having girls fawn over him, after all he is a highly sought after college sports player. But I wouldn’t fawn all over him because I like to think of myself as a confident, self assured young woman.

  But damn, staring at his perfect behind made me imagine what it’
d be like to be with him.

  That's the moment I noticed. He paused and stared at me.

  I turned away and nervously continued cleaning, feeling his gaze directly on me.

  He paced around the room before finally stopping right behind me. I took a deep breath and exhaled.

  I immediately have this crazy fantasy about him grabbing my hips and making me plead to be with him, but that will not happen. 

  Hmm, maybe he would apologize, or something close enough to an apology? Perhaps, even better, he had feelings for me because he paused, lowered his eyes and stared at my behind.

  I trembled slightly and turned to him.

  I said in a coy low voice, “Sir can I help you with anything?”

  My eyes dart to the rosary around his neck, I wondered if it bounced up and down when he was in bed with his conquest.

  Stop it, Alana, you must not have such filthy thoughts about a man that hurt you so. He is bad news, damaged goods, forget the fact that he’s a sought after athlete, plus the tumultuous tormenting in the past!

  Besides, you were never his type, so quit worrying about him. If you had money, you’d have seen a therapist by now. Do yourself a favor and help him find what he’s looking for, then he’d be out of your hair.

  He shrugged and stayed silent. He took his gaze away from me and hurried to his dresser, slid out a pair of dark jeans and got dressed. I watch as he rolls up the pants over his toned, flexing thighs. Should I tell him who I am? Should I remind him about that poor wallflower he bullied back in high school? Or should I stay silent?

  I don’t think I can take this any longer. Freaking hell, I felt an ache between my legs.

  I wanted him as crazy as it sounded; I did.

  He frowned because he couldn’t find what he was looking for; he slumped down on the sofa and stared directly at me.

  “You are beautiful.” He said calmly. Stunned by his words, I blushed. I turned to him and winced. Was he playing a game? Did he truly not remember me?

  I dropped the cleaning brush and said, “Thank you may I help you find something?”

  He smirks mischievously and said in a deep low voice, “Yes You?”

  I blushed again and averted his gaze.

  Holy smokes—

  Connor does not remember me? How is that possible?

  Amused by my demeanor, he burst out laughing. I raised an eyebrow. He apologized and said, “Sorry about that but seriously you are gorgeous.”

  He bit his fingers, something I never noticed back in the day. Yes he was older, yet he still had that boyish charm. I forgot for a moment, I still had to clean his room. I turned and noticed his favorite shirt behind a chair.

  “Typical,” I whispered underneath my breath. I guessed he had no idea the shirt was right there all along. I walked over to the chair, grabbed it and handed it over to him.

  His eyes widened the moment he saw the fabric in my hands.

  “Thanks, I thought I was going crazy trying to find it. You are amazing!”

  I laughed and said, “No problem, sir.”

  God how long are we going to keep playing this game.

  He purred, “I am Connor. Let’s not get too formal here and you are…”

  “I am…” I began when the buzzing sound of the company’s paging system interrupted me. Darn it, I was already late.

  I had to go. I shouldn’t be in the client’s room this long. So before he said another word, I turned and bolted towards the door.

  Freaking hell, I wondered if I’d get dinged for not cleaning his room. Oh well, I guess my first solo cleaning assignment was a bust. Or was it?

  That’s the moment I felt him grip my arm. I winced.

  He said, “No wait….”

  I gasped, oh here goes nothing.

  Connor

  I couldn’t let her walk away. She piqued my interest. Although I must admit she looked vaguely familiar, no, I told myself it couldn’t be her; she was not this gorgeous, or was she?

  It was obvious there was more to her story than her working as a hotel maid. I couldn’t quite comprehend it, but I knew this was a mystery I wanted to solve.

  The game and training can wait awhile, I had to find out more about her; I held her hand and asked her to sit next to me. She stood still. I laughed and told her I don’t bite. Then I let go of her hand and sat on the couch laughing. Usually, girls fall for me, but she seemed to be the exception. I persuaded her to take a chance.

  “Sit next to me,” I said staring up admiring her beautiful hair tied up in a perfect bun.

  She seemed bothered by my request.

  She looked pensive, but she finally relented and sat on the couch next to me. Good—I whispered underneath my breath. I started speaking when I got rudely interrupted by my buzzing device.

  I glanced at it to find out who was calling.

  It was my coach, probably wondering where the hell I was?

  I immediately picked up the call.

  He told me he delayed our training. He said we still had time to kill. I smiled and thought perfect, now I can spend more time with my gorgeous damsel.

  I bite my fingers when nervous. Women think it’s my boyish charm, but it’s deeper than that. Biting my fingers calms my nerves.

  She hesitated for a moment, probably wondering if she’d get in trouble for hanging out a little longer in my room. But I persuaded her. I said in a calm voice:

  “It is all right, tell me about yourself. Don’t worry, you won’t get in trouble.”

  She relaxed and stared at me quizzically, probably wondering what my intentions were with her.

  I get that a lot, but I’d not do anything she didn’t want. I would be sweet to her.

  I leaned back and asked her what she loved to do outside of work.

  Her eyes lit up. She relaxed and said, “I love to dance and I am in college. You don’t …”

  She paused, as though not wanting to reveal something mysterious. I urged her on.

  “Dance, can you show me your moves?”

  She blushed.

  She gasped and asked, “What here? Now?”

  I smiled and nodded.

  Then I asked, “Where else?”

  I turned on my music app and played my favorite Brazilian singer hit tune.

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