TWISTED DESIRE
st prestigious school in the city. Only the wealthiest families sent their children h
in, arms crossed, his designer shoes tapping against the pavement. Even at ten year
o him," Raymond muttered, his
rivilege, flicked her golden curls over her shoulder. "And I told you I can
where Jeffrey sat quietly on a bench, flipping through a second-hand textbook. Unlike the other kids, he d
d hate
the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about him. A po
bel," Raymond scoffed
than you," Isa
while Raymond barely cared about schoolwork. His father always said
d reply, a soft voi
ouldn't
. Her uniform was slightly faded, her shoes worn at the edges. Like Jeffrey, she
ays. But now, as she stood in front of him, her
ion. Cu
k at him like s
. "I'm just telling Isabel to stop wast
she said. "Because I thought people like you
ds stru
ng toward Jeffrey without another word. As she sat beside him, Raymond
ling settled
was, but he knew one
life, Raymond Kingsley wante