Sierra barely read any of it.

Her mind was stuck on one thought, one terrible, clarifying realization:

She'd waited too long.

The vultures were circling.

And Elena Ashford—beautiful, powerful, utterly shameless Elena—had just declared her interest.

If that succubus gets her claws into him before I do...

Sierra threw off her covers and stood up.

Her legs were still shaky. Her pussy still ached with phantom pleasure. But she'd be damned if she let Elena Ashford take what was hers.

Wait. What was HERS?

She paused mid-step, catching herself.

Sierra abandoned her croissant entirely.

She was pacing now, silk robe swishing around her ankles like a bad decision trying to look elegant, phone clutched in her fist like a weapon she hadn't decided whether to throw or use to call in an airstrike.

The chat was getting out of control. She was getting out of control. Everything was spiraling and it was all because of that stupid, infuriating, impossibly skilled—

Her thighs clenched involuntarily at the memory.

Fuck.

Elena: Speaking of assessments, Sierra darling...

Elena: When are you going to stop "assessing" and actually claim him?

Sierra: I don't need to claim anything

Elena: Really? Because from where I'm sitting, you're getting daily servicing like a luxury car

Elena: But you still haven't bought the vehicle

Maddie: LUXURY CAR METAPHOR LMAOOO

Jade: she's getting her oil changed everyday but won't sign the paperwork

Amber: test driving without commitment

Gianna: putting miles on the odometer for FREE

Sierra: I'M NOT A CAR

Priya: no you're the one getting DRIVEN

Sierra: PRIYA I SWEAR TO GOD

Elena: Years, Sierra. Years you kept your legs closed for Marcus.

Elena: "He's different." "He understands me." "He'll be worth the wait."

Elena: And now you're spreading for the charity case daily but can't even call him yours?

Elena: The character development is exquisite

Sierra stopped pacing.

Her face went hot. Then cold. Then hot again—like her body couldn't decide whether to combust or freeze in shame.

She'd kept herself a virgin for Marcus. For goddamn years. Turned down countless offers, maintained her "standards," waited for someone "worthy."

And Marcus had turned out to be spineless. A pretty face with nothing behind it. A puppy in wolf's clothing, just like Phei had said.

Now these bitches were throwing it in her face.

Sierra: Marcus was a mistake

Sierra: I can admit that

Natasha: wow character growth

Sierra: SHUT UP NATASHA

Sierra: At least I wasn't the only one who spend years thirsting after Marcus, like the REST of you

Maddie: ...

Jade: ...

Amber: okay that's FAIR

Gianna: I never thirsted

Nastya: gianna you literally had a shrine

Gianna: it was a VISION BOARD

Nastya: with candles

Gianna: AESTHETIC CANDLES

Clara: we all wanted marcus let's be honest

Clara: he had the breeding

Priya: clara please never say breeding again

Clara: PEDIGREE then

Yuki: still weird

Clara: GENETIC ADVANTAGES

Juliette: somehow worse

Elena: The point stands. 90% of us wanted Marcus at some point.

Elena: Sierra was just the only one delusional enough to think he was worth her virginity.

Elena: Speaking of which...

Elena: Still a virgin, Sierra? Or has the charity case finally—

Sierra: THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

Maddie: she's deflecting again

Jade: that means no

Amber: still hasn't let him hit

Gianna: he's hitting everything ELSE apparently

Nastya: gianna oh my god

Sierra: HE WON'T LET ME TOUCH IT

Every single girl in the chat went silent.

For approximately 0.3 seconds.

Maddie: EXCUSE ME

Jade: WHAT

Amber: HE WON'T LET YOU

Natasha: TOUCH IT???

Priya: THE DICK???

Yuki: HE'S DENYING YOU ACCESS???

Clara: TO HIS PENIS???

Gianna: THE ONE IN THE VIDEO???

Zara: THAT NINE INCH SLEEPING MONSTER???

Juliette: WILLINGLY???

Elena: Oh Sierra.

Elena: Oh, you poor, desperate thing.

Elena: He's TRAINING you.

Sierra: He is NOT training me

Elena: He makes you cum daily. Multiple times. With his hands and mouth only.

Elena: And you can't touch his cock.

Elena: That's called EDGING, darling.

Elena: He's conditioning you to NEED him.

Elena: And it's working, isn't it?

Sierra's phone nearly cracked from how hard she was gripping it.

It's not working.

It's NOT.

Except she couldn't stop thinking about him. Couldn't stop counting the hours until she'd see him again. Couldn't stop imagining what it would feel like when he finally, finally let her—

FUCK.

Sierra: It's not working

Victoria: Sierra you literally can't go a day without seeing him

Victoria: That's addiction

Delilah: she's not wrong

Sienna: Can we please stop

Sienna: This is my cousin

Sienna: OUR step-cousin Victoria

Sienna: Why are we discussing his training methods

Maddie: because it's HOT sienna

Jade: extremely hot

Amber: volcano levels of hot

Priya: surface of the sun hot

Sienna: I'm going to be sick

Elena: You watched the video 12 times, Sienna.

Elena: Yuki's tracker doesn't lie.

Sienna: I WAS VERIFYING IT WAS HIM

Yuki: for 12 viewings???

Sienna: HE LOOKS DIFFERENT

Gianna: his dick looks different?

Sienna: I DIDN'T LOOK AT HIS DICK

Nastya: the video is 80% his dick sienna

Sienna: I WAS FOCUSING ON THE BACKGROUND

Zara: the background of a dark room???

Juliette: very detailed background analysis

Sienna: I HATE ALL OF YOU

Sienna threw her phone across the room.

It landed on her bed with a soft thump—because even in a tantrum, Maxton girls had good aim and expensive bedding to cushion the fall.

She stared at the ceiling, contemplating her life choices. Her family. Her cousin's apparently legendary dick that she had NOT been looking at, thank you very much.

I was verifying. That's all. Just verifying.

The phone buzzed.

She didn't move.

It buzzed again.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't—

She looked.

Delilah: I walked into three walls this week

Amber: THREE???

Jade: we only knew about one

Delilah: I've been hiding the other two

Delilah: But I can't do this anymore

Delilah: I see him in the hallway and my brain just STOPS WORKING

Delilah: My legs forget how to leg

Delilah: I have BRUISES

Maddie: BRUISES FROM WALLS

Priya: that's almost impressive

Natasha: in a pathetic way

Delilah: THANKS NATASHA

Victoria: Delilah get a grip

Delilah: I'M TRYING

Delilah: But have you SEEN him lately??? You're not here!

Delilah: He's not the same person

Delilah: He walks different. Talks different. LOOKS different.

Delilah: And don't even get me started on his EYES

Gianna: what about his eyes

Delilah: They're PURPLE now

Delilah: Like actually purple

Delilah: WHO HAS PURPLE EYES

Yuki: that's... genetically impossible

Delilah: EXACTLY

Nastya: contacts maybe?

Delilah: They don't LOOK like contacts

Delilah: They look like... I don't know

Delilah: Like something CHANGED

Clara: people don't just change eye color

Delilah: PEOPLE DON'T JUST BECOME SEX GODS OVERNIGHT EITHER

Delilah: AND YET

Delilah was fully sitting on her bathroom floor now, legs crossed, curling iron completely forgotten and definitely burning a hole in her counter.

She didn't care.

The insurance would cover it.

What insurance WOULDN'T cover was the psychological damage of watching her invisible step-cousin transform into... whatever Phei was now.

Elena: Ladies, ladies. This has been enlightening.

Elena: But I have things to do. People to see.

Elena: Plans to make 😈

Sierra: Elena if you touch him

Elena: Touch him? Sierra, darling.

Elena: When I make my move, touching will be the LEAST of what I do.

Elena: You had your chance. Days of daily access.

Elena: And you still can't even call him yours.

Elena: Some of us aren't so... hesitant.

Sierra: Is that a threat?

Elena: It's a promise.

Elena: Tick tock, sweetheart.

Elena: The clock is running out 💋

Elena Ashford has gone offline

Maddie: well THAT was terrifying

Jade: elena in hunter mode is scary

Amber: sierra you might have actual competition

Sierra: Elena Ashford is NOT competition

Sierra: She's an obstacle

Sierra: And Montgomerys remove obstacles

Priya: that sounded vaguely murder-y

Sierra: GOOD

Natasha: this chat is going to get someone killed

Yuki: statistically inevitable at this point

Clara: should we be concerned?

Juliette: concerned? I'm ENTERTAINED

Gianna: same honestly

Gianna: this is better than any show papa's money can buy

Zara: I'm taking notes for the inevitable documentary

Victoria: I'm muting this for 24 hours

Victoria: Try not to destroy Paradise while I'm away

Victoria Maxton has muted notifications

Sienna: Take me with you

Sienna Maxton has muted notifications

Delilah: TRAITORS

Delilah: I'M STUCK HERE ALONE

Maddie: we love you delilah

Delilah: I KNOW AND I HATE IT

Delilah Maxton has gone offline

In her bathroom, Delilah finally noticed the burning smell.

Shit.

The curling iron had indeed burned through her counter. A perfect ring of scorched marble, probably worth more than most people's cars.

She'd have to tell her mother.

Or she could just... not.

She had bigger problems right now.

Problems named Phei.

Natasha: so who's betting elena makes her move this week

Gianna: $500 she does

Priya: $500 sierra commits murder first

Clara: $500 victoria flies home "for a visit"

Maddie: $500 on myself because I'm hot and MOTIVATED

Jade: $500 on chaos

Amber: jade that's not a person

Jade: chaos always wins amber

Jade: always

Nastya: $500 on delilah having a complete breakdown

Yuki: already happening technically

Juliette: $500 on a surprise candidate

Zara: who???

Juliette: not saying

Zara: boring

Juliette: strategic

Natasha: this chat is unhinged

Priya: always has been

Clara: always will be

Gianna: to chaos 🥂

Everyone: 🥂🥂🥂

The Paradise Princesses had spoken.

And Paradise was about to get very interesting.

Because when rich girls started betting on blood, someone always paid up.

Usually in moans.

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