Minx by Sophie Lark

Author:Sophie Lark [Lark, Sophie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-20T16:00:00+00:00

16

RAMSES

The rest of the summer speeds by in a beautiful blur. When I’m at work, I’m soaring, and when I’m with Blake, we’re lost in our own private world.

She comes over two or three times a week to play Minx, and I steal hours with her whenever I can, meeting her for lunch between meetings or even breakfast on a Saturday before I head to the office.

I take her on other dates, too—box seats at the Yankees, dancing at The Bowery Electric, and out for dinner at April’s new place when it opens. April brings us so many small plates to sample that there isn’t an inch of spare space left on the table. Blake and I eat until we’re begging for mercy, and even then, April still brings us three different desserts.

Blake has slept over at my house twice more since the night she fell asleep in my arms. I don’t push her to stay, but I count it a victory every time I wake with her still curled up next to me.

She never said anything about me calling her my girlfriend. I didn’t plan to say it—but it sure sounded right coming out of my mouth.

I want this to be real.

I knew it the moment I stood on that stage, my mind a raging blank while my mother smirked at me from her seat. I don’t get thrown off my game very often, but I was a fucking mess that night.

Blake knew exactly what to do.

Picture the audience naked? No, picture the hottest girl you’ve ever seen flashing her pussy at you—that’s how you get your mind right.

She wiped every furious thought from my brain so all I saw was her naughty face smiling up at me. Reminding me that I’m the best ‘cause I have the best sitting right there in the front row.

I knew exactly what to do after that.

Titan High is back up on the school’s façade, and Mr. Petersen is already fielding applications for the investment club he’s starting in September. The thought that one of those kids could be the next Ramses or Blake, the next brilliant brain who just needs one hard push to escape the gravity of poverty and launch into space…that perpetual possibility, fresh and alive, is making me so much happier than my own name in cold, dead stone.

The final Friday in August finds me waiting outside Blake’s building, the top rolled down on the Lincoln to soak in the bronze-colored sun.

My phone buzzes.

I’m running a few minutes late—you want to come up?

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