Pawn In Their Twisted Love Game

Gomez

ldn't bring myself to eat. The food tasted like ash in my mouth. My world had been reduced to a

leeing Branson was go straigh

ersity,\" I told the kind-faced, m

ear.\" Her eyes were full of pity. She knew who I was. Everyone did. \"Are y

e scandal... and now an academic miscondu

essary forms. \"It will take a few days for the dean to sign off on everything. Unt

took the forms,

roeconomic theory and Renaissance art, the professors' voices a mea

re running, their faces alight with the morbid excitement that always acc

lieve it's Br

er Kennedy Kaufm

football team said so

t had been beaten into numb submission, gave a p

me that had already burned

His usually immaculate suit jacket was gone, his tie was askew, and his face was contorted in a mask of cold f

students w

ennedy a gold-digger who got

ver seen Ayers lose his cool like th

or Ally Gomez. He probably dumped h

lie, a performance for Kennedy' s benefit, but it still hurt. It hurt to see the passi

streaked with tears. \"Branson, stop! Please, don't do this

placed by an expression of fierce, protective tenderness. He let go of the foot

murmured, his voice low and urgent, hi

me that way. He had looked through me. He had let his brother touch me, hold me, possess me in the dark becau

ope I might have been harboring died in th

for a second, a flicker of something complex-annoyance? guilt?-cro

k on him, on them, on the whole sordid specta

llow. I knew

evening, he

hen the key turned in the lock. Hanson saunte

ing on the edge of the bed. \

im, pulling the covers up

round my waist. \"Don' t listen to what people are saying. And don' t be mad about the fight. Bran

an they were both obsessed with. The audacity of it was breathtaking. It was

words wash over me. I didn't have the energy to fight, t

scence, because his hand started to roa