Wicked Liars (Windsor Academy 1)

Me neither.

I smack him upside the head. “Stop thinking with your dick, dumbass.”

Reed laughs. “Oh, fuck off, Davenport. You’re just as obsessed. Anyone who saw that video can plainly see how badly you both want her. That’s why Peyton’s freaking out so much. Unfortunately for you assholes, painting that target on Jazz’s back was a surefire way of ensuring that never happens.”

I point to him. “You’re not exactly an innocent party here.”

He smirks. “Maybe not... but I don’t want to fuck her.”

“Only because you want to make sweet looove to her new bestie,” Bentley taunts.

I punch his arm this time. “Shut the fuck up.”

Bentley rubs his bicep. “What’d you do that for? It’s not like it’s not true!” He turns toward Reed. “Tell him, dude.”

Reed holds his palms up. “I’m not saying shit.” He nods to me. “So what’s the deal with your dad and Callahan? Your guy get anything?”

I release a heavy breath. I hired a PI to dig around a little and so far, Charles and my dad look squeaky clean. They’ve been very careful not to leave a trail.

“Nothing useful. I need to get into Callahan’s office. He has to be keeping records in there. I couldn’t find shit at my house.”

“How are you supposed to do that?” Bentley asks. “Whenever you’re at Casa Callahan, Peyton’s on your ass the entire time. Your only viable excuse to be in that house is to see her.”

I smile when an idea springs to mind. “Not the only excuse.”

Reed raises his brows. “Jazz?”

“Exactly. Before Peyton left, she mentioned she was going shopping, so she’ll probably be gone for hours.” I grab my keys off the table and stand. “No time like the present.”

“FUCK.”

I shift my car into park and pull the e-brake. My dad’s car is parked in Callahan’s circular driveway right in front of mine. I won’t be able to sneak into his office, but since I’m already here, I might as well do some recon.

The house manager, Ms. Williams, answers the door when I ring the bell. “Mr. Davenport, I’m afraid Miss Peyton is out at the moment. Your father is in with Mr. Callahan. Are you here to see him?”

“No, I’m actually here to see Jasmine if she’s available.” I smile, laying on the charm. “We’re in the same literature class and I wanted to talk to her about an assignment.”

She steps aside, allowing me to enter. “Oh, please come in. I believe she’s still in the gym. Do you know where that is?”

“I do. Thank you, Ms. Williams.”

She nods. “Very well. Please let me know if you need anything.”

Their gym is on the basement level, so I head downstairs, passing a theater room, the main game room, and another living room, before reaching my destination. I pause in the doorway as I spot Jasmine running on a treadmill. Goddamn. Her back is turned to me, so I have a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass running in tiny workout shorts. She has a set of Beats on her head, so she hasn’t heard me enter the room. I take advantage of that and watch her for a while as she maintains an impressive pace. The back of her sports bra is drenched with sweat, so she must have been running for a while. Jasmine’s caramel skin shines from the exertion, little beads dripping down her exposed spine. Her dark ponytail swings from side to side as she pumps her arms. Fuck, I’d love to wrap that hair around my fist as I fucked her from behind.

When my dick can’t take it anymore, I step farther into the room so she can see me out of her peripheral.

Jasmine stumbles backward when she sees me. “Jesus shit!” She yanks the emergency stop button and steps off the belt. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I don’t bother hiding the fact that I’m checking her out from head to toe. “I came to see you.”

Her chest heaves while she tries regulating her breaths. My eyes are drawn to her perky little tits, remembering how those light brown nipples felt on the tip of my tongue.

She parks a hand on her hip. “I have nothing to say to you, so you can get the fuck out.”

“You sure about that?” I step closer, smiling when she retreats. I continue walking until she’s pressed against the arm of the treadmill she just hopped off of.

“Yes, I’m sure!” Her chocolate eyes bounce between my lips and my eyes. “Leave, Kingston.”