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Holy shit, he thought I was Maddox’s fuck buddy or last
night’s conquest.
And he probably though Maddox brought me to the table
just for the sake of causing a ruckus. Well, that explained
one thing. Maddox got his assholish ways from his father.
I cleared my throat. “My apologies, we haven’t met
before. I’m Maddox’s friend.”
“Friend?” His father gave me a dismissive flick of his
hand.
“Brad,” his wife warned in a low voice. The tension in
the air was palpable, so thick someone could choke on it.
My throat went dry, and I tried to swallow several times.
“What’s your name?” Mrs. Coulter seemed to be more…
approachable. The lack of judgement in her eyes had me
relaxing, a tad bit.
“Lila. Lila Garcia.”
She gave me a half-smile. “You can call me Savannah.
How did you and my son meet?”
I took a small bite of my toast. I had been hungry before,
although I was not anymore. My stomach twisted with
knots, and I knew I couldn’t have more than a few bites.
“Maddox and I met in Berkshire Academy.”
His father’s head snapped up, and he speared me with a
look. “Berkshire, you said? I don’t recognize your last
name. Who are your parents?”
He thought I was one of them… the wealthy and the
corrupted. After all, Berkshire Academy was a tank full of
those.
I took a slow sip of my water, trying to soothe my
parched throat. “I live with my grandparents.”
I jerked my chin high and returned his look with one of
my own. I wasn’t ashamed of who I was.
“Lawyers?”
Was this a goddamn interrogation?
I shook my head, pursing my lips in displeasure. “No,
they own a grocery store.”