Burned

***These stories have been previously published.***

BOOK 1

Hooked on the Game

By C.M. Owens

EVERYONE HAS SECRETS that define them, a past that has shaped them, and a game they play - whether they know it or not.

Despite the fact they live next door to each other, Kade and Raya have never made an effort to speak, until a wild party, four frat boys, and... a bulldozer.

Sterling Shore was supposed to be a new start for eighteen-year-old Raya Capperton.  Everything was working out perfectly until her two roommates were expelled for a prank, leaving Raya with the house she couldn't afford on her own.  Fate intervenes before she has the chance to find a new home, but she struggles to decide if it's divine luck or the devil's cruel sense of humor.

Twenty-one-year-old Kade Colton has his life planned out, and everything he does is an elaborate game to aid him with his future endeavors.  Coming from money has made Kade's life easy, but he wants to build his own name - his own future.  The thing he doesn't realize... when you only put forth superficial effort, you only acquire superficial friends.

Raya is torn between being amused or disturbed by Kade and his philosophy, but the drive behind his determination isn't what Raya expected.  Little by little, her hatred fades and is replaced by emotions she never would have believed she could have for the rich jerk she desperately doesn't want to care about.  Too bad you can't force yourself not to care.

The problem is... Kade's shiny name can't be tarnished, and Raya has a jaded tie she can't cut loose.  Nothing about them can work, nothing about them makes sense, but nothing can seem to stop them from trying.

*Not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen

**No cliffhanger

**New Adult Contemporary Romance

**Descriptive sex

**Language

BOOK 2

My Despicable Ex (Part 1)

By Sierra Rose

She thinks he’s despicable. He wants her back...with a vengeance. 

BOOK TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ8m9f7JDzk

Ashly Roberts and Jake Connors are barely twenty when they decide to take the proverbial plunge and walk down the aisle to exchange vows in front of the dearly beloved. Basking in bridal bliss, Ashly feels she is living the perfect fairytale, until she’s faced with a runaway groom, dumped at the altar by bad-boy fiancé, Jake Connors. 

Five years later, Jake steps back into her life... 

He realizes that being a no-show for their nuptials was the worst mistake of his life. A little older and more mature, he is ready to fight for Ashly’s love once again. When Ashly sees him, she can’t deny the attraction she feels, but her hormones are overruled by the horror of what he did to her in the past. Nevertheless, Jake’s most potent weapon, those dazzling baby blues, ignites a spark in Ashly, no matter how angry she wants to be. She cannot deny the spark, and she only hopes the inferno it ignites will not consume her heart again. 

WARNING:

This is Part 1. All your questions won’t be answered. Book 2 picks up where this book ends.

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Hooked on the Game

Published by C.M. Owens

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CHAPTER 1

Grounded

Great.  Just frigging great.

The bills stare at me from the counter and I glare back with disgust.  When I moved in here, I had two roommates to help pay the bills.  My part-time job at the coffee shop isn't going to be of much use.  I'll never cover their half of the rent with it, and my monthly scholarship isn't going to cut it either.

They'll cut my power off tomorrow if I don't manage to come up with the money for the outrageous electric bill.  This wasn't supposed to happen.  I had it all planned out.  My various scholarships would cover tuition, books, and part of the rent, and then I'd find two roommates to cover the rest.  It's too late in the year to go shopping for roommates; everyone else already has a place now, and no one is answering my flyers.

Part one was working out.  I had my money managed to an exact science.  My part-time job was to cover food and clothes.  Then my two roommates, Megan and Lana, stupidly broke into the school to pull a prank and they were both expelled, leaving me without anyone covering the rest of the rent.

I've barely slept an ounce for so many different reasons, and I'll lose my scholarship if my grades drop.  It's hard to focus on my schooling when life is kicking my ass.

My phone buzzes on the counter, right next to a two-thousand dollar check.  I groan when I see a number I don't know flashing across my screen.

Hello? I ask, having a good idea about who it is going to be.

Hey, sweetheart.  Did you get my check? Dad asks, sounding hopeful.

I love the man, but this money is tainted.  It has to be.

I got it, but you know I can't cash it.

Raya, he grumbles, I've told you over and over that money is legitimate.

A man from prison sending two-thousand dollars every month is anything but legit.  Considering why he's in prison... I have to change the subject and distract him.

Whose phone are you using this time?

He chuckles, as though he's amused.  One of the guards left it unattended.  I did him a favor.  Most of this lot would never give it back.  I plan to be a good boy and return it.  Don't worry.

Right.  I'm sure he left it unattended.  It was probably holstered on his hip or snugly tucked in his pocket, but to Ray Drivel, that is considered unattended.

What is that ungodly racket going on there? he asks, sounding annoyed.

Quite frankly, I'm annoyed, too.  The party going on next door is ridiculously loud, obnoxious and irritating as hell.  I hate Kade Colton.  Preppy, rich, snobby, son of a bitch.  He lives directly beside me in his house that makes my home look like a shoebox.  All he does is party.

That massive home was a gift from his parents.  I can't accept such lavish things from my dad.  There could be jail time involved.

My neighbor, I huff, finally answering Dad.

Something crashes outside, and I look out to see the drunken fools cackling as they stand up from the broken fence they've just smashed into.  Kade has no respect for anyone.  This is ridiculous.

I need to go.  I have an early morning, I say, sighing as I tear his check into tiny pieces and toss it into the trash.

Okay, sweetie.  You still coming out soon?

I smile as I start heading toward the back window, following the idiots who are still trampling over the fence.

Of course, I mutter sweetly before telling him bye.

It's no surprise that Kade isn't doing anything to stop them from further destroying my yard.  He's a selfish prick like that.  I'm trying to figure out how to keep from being evicted without touching jaded cash, and he's over there blowing money on booze and who knows what else.

Dude, let's do it, one yells, slurring his words.

I watch as they clamber into the large bulldozer that is parked in the field directly behind the homes.  That's another reason I don't sleep much.  Those bulldozers start early - four in the morning most days.  They're trying to add more houses behind ours to make more money off campus students.

I hope those idiots run that thing into Kade's pool and destroy it.  It'd serve him right.

Deciding not to waste another second on the idiocy going on outside, I grab some clothes from my room and head to the bathroom down the hall.  My plans for the rest of the night are to take a hot shower and pray for answers to all my problems.  I'm sure I'll be met with the same silence as usual, but it's the only hope I have right now.

The roaring pipes need a plumber, too.  They're too loud.  I'll call a plumber when I can afford one.

Just as I start to strip down, an earthquake strikes, rattling my house all around me.  I scream while grabbing onto anything not shaking violently.  I hear it tearing apart one side of my house.  Why only one side?

A pile of my ceiling drops, slamming into me, and all I see are small flakes of darkness speckling my view before I completely pass out.

Chapter 2

Punishment

Counselor, you realize the actions of Mr. Colton and his friends could have resulted in the death of a student, correct? the judge asks, frowning as he stares down at the snob.

My client is perfectly aware of the severity of the situation.  However, Your Honor, he wasn't one of those four boys who stole and wrecked the bulldozer into Ms. Capperton's home.  He simply hosted the party that got out of hand.  Surely you can't hold him responsible for the actions of four grown boys.

Kade chances a smug smirk.  He doesn't have an ounce of humility.  He's lazily lounging in the chair, his arms crossed over his chest, and he even goes so far as to look bored.

And the school is allowing him to stay there because of that, Counselor.  The others were expelled and arrested.  However, I'm not too thrilled with the fact he supplied that much alcohol to underage partiers who then destroyed the home.

That earthquake had turned out to be those idiots crashing that big-ass bulldozer through my living room.  Damn near killed me.  Had I not gone to take a shower, they probably would have killed me.  Now I've been living in one of the dorm rooms for three days.  The school offered it to me temporarily, under the circumstances.  I have two days to find something else.

He didn't supply that alcohol, and he checked the identification of every partier.  No one under twenty-one was allowed.

Sure he did, the other lawyer scoffs, cutting his eyes toward Kade.

As if anyone doesn't have a fake ID.  Even I have one.  Albeit I never use it, but I have one.  I'm not voicing that though.  I just hope they make him pay me something.  That's all I need.  Just a little money to replace what I lost.

I'll probably have to go to a different court for that, though.

A snooty man in a pristine business suit stands up and walks over to be behind Kade.  This small courtroom just hosts a few of us.  This isn't exactly a murder trial, but a jury would have been nice, dammit.

I think I know a way we can solve this, the man says, texting on his phone as though he's above all this too much to grant it any real amount of attention.

Please, Mr. Colton, proceed, the judge snarks, sounding bitter, but... compliant?  Why is he letting Kade's father run the show.

My son fucked up, he says simply, putting his phone away and turning his attention to the agitated judge.  But he didn't force those boys to mount a bulldozer and go for a joyride.  I do agree he should be punished in some form, but I think I know better than anyone else how to do that.

Kade's jaw clenches, and he sits up a little better while barely turning his head to listen in.  His devilish good looks and rich influence won't help him out with his own father.

I think Ms. Capperton's situation has become... a problem now, he says, turning toward me with his award-winning smile.  She needs a home, he continues, turning back to the judge.  My son's home is directly across from the school, he has amenities most would die for, and there is plenty of room there for another person.

Kade's jaw clenches all the tighter, making me worry it's about to snap off.  What is his father talking about?

Are you suggesting Ms. Capperton go live with him? the judge scoffs, rolling his eyes.  That's your form of punishment?  No wonder he's so irresponsible.

Mr. Colton lets a rumble of laughter free.  Then you don't know my son as well as I do.  He hates to have rules.  While Ms. Capperton is there, he will respect any and all her needs.  Everything he wants to do will have to go through her for approval.  She'll have power over him, which will limit his social life.  If he steps out of line, she can call me, and I'll start taking things away as punishment for refusing to abide by her rules.  Let's face it, Roy, you can't hold him for anything.  You can't charge him with any wrongdoing.  I'll hire the best lawyer to keep him from having jail-time on his record.  It's up to you.

I can't believe he's doing this.  Me?  Live with Kade?  Hell no.  Not happening.

Ms. Capperton?  How do you feel about this? the judge asks through gritted teeth.

Apparently Kade's father holds more power here than he does.  Hell, he even called him Roy instead of Your Honor.

I don't want to live with Kade Colton, I say quickly, bitterly, turning my nose up in disgust.

Mr. Colton smirks, and Kade relaxes.

Ms. Capperton, do you have a home or money to rent anywhere?  I've looked over your financials.  It wouldn't have been long until you were being kicked out.  I'm sure you could sue for the damages done, but that takes time and money as well.  Do you have time and money? Kade's father asks, sounding so fucking pompous.

No, I almost whisper.

Didn't think so.  You'd have a home - a nice home - and at the end of the school year, I'll buy you a new house you won't have to stress over.  You have to live with Kade first, though.  And if he gives you any trouble at all, you call me right away.

This is one twisted man.  Has he no clue how much I hate his son?  Why punish me by making me live with him?  I don't really have a choice though.  If I was a guy, he'd have me by the balls.

Ms. Capperton? the judge says, prompting me to make a decision.

Do I live through hell for the rest of the year and then have three years of paid housing?  Or do I let the devil off the hook without any punishment while I go homeless and possibly get kicked out of school.  Shit.

Fine.

Mr. Colton's deep, satisfied smile spreads like the Cheshire cat's grin.  Fine?  What does fine mean, Ms. Capperton? the judge asks.

I roll my eyes, and Kade cuts his eyes toward me, willing me dead with his icy glare.

It means yes.  I'll do it.

Mr. Colton turns to his son, seeming to enjoy this immensely, as he says, Son, meet your new leash.

I don't know what I was expecting to find inside Kade Colton's home.  I suppose I expected the chandelier to be decorated by beer bottles and lacy underwear.  I wasn't expecting to feel like I'm in a house meant for royalty.

It's grand on the outside, all three stories, but inside... wow.  Marble floors, tall ceilings, immaculate furniture, and all the newest appliances and gadgets one can fathom.  Spoiled brat.

I think you'll find everything you need here, Ms. Capperton.  This room is almost just as big as the master.  Are you sure you don't want the master?  I'll gladly make my son switch with you, Mr. Colton says as he types away on his phone, putting it down when he finishes.

I scratch my side, trying to relieve the agony I'm in.  Damn it hurts and itches.

This will be fine, I murmur.  I sure as hell don't want to touch Kade's icky room.  I've seen the girls that come and go during the parties.  And please, just call me Raya.

Very well, he says, smiling.  Raya, are you okay? he asks, pointing to my constant scratching.

Yeah, I mumble, growling almost.  My clothes were in the midst of the destruction path.  The ones that weren't ruined were covered in insulation.  I've washed them over and over, but they still... it just itches.

He frowns just as Kade fills the doorway.  He hasn't stopped scowling or tossing me death-glares since I agreed to this.  He's tall, at least six-foot-three.  I've never before noticed how tall he is.

His dark hair is always bedroom sexy, and his eyes are pools of perfect blue.  His body is enough to make immortals envious - toned and cut in all the right places.

He'd be the sexiest thing I'd ever seen if I didn't hate him so damn much.

You rang, Kade snarks, turning his burning hatred toward his father.

Yes, I was texting to tell you to make sure you get this mattress replaced today.  There's no telling what your friends have done on it, and I want Raya to have fresh sheets as well.

Ew.  Gross.  I hadn't thought of that.  Sick.

I casually pull my bag back off the bed and drop it to the floor, earning a small grin from Mr. Colton.

Already called the furniture shop.  They'll be bringing it by tomorrow.  Kade seems bored now, though still irritated.

I groan inwardly.  No way can I sleep on this mattress now.  Not good enough, Mr. Colton says.  I'll contact them myself.  I'll have it delivered this afternoon.  In the meantime, take Raya shopping.  She's itching to death since your friends got fragments of fiberglass in her clothes.  It'll never come out.  Grab some stuff to help her dress up the room a bit as well.

I have to chauffeur her around? Kade growls.

"No.  You have to chauffeur her and carry her bags.  You'll do whatever she needs you to do."

Kade rolls his eyes and pockets his hands to keep his father from seeing the fists he's made.  I fidget awkwardly, feeling like this is already the biggest mistake I've ever made.

You call me if he gives you any trouble.  I need to get a hold of the furniture shop.  Do you need anything else? he asks, seeming so genuine.

Um... my clothes are fine, I murmur, not wanting to tell him I don't have enough money to buy more.

Nonsense, he says, pulling out a black credit card.  Take this and get whatever you need.  Have fun with it.  Abuse the bagboy as well, he jokes, forcing the card into my hand.

I can't-

Kade, take the girl to some of my shops.  They have a better selection.  Make sure they dress her right, he says to interrupt me.

Whatevs, Kade grumbles before walking out, never looking at me again.

Have fun, Mr. Colton says with a wink, and then he disappears out the door.

I huff as I walk down the stairs, itching and wincing.  My body is battered beneath my clothes.  I took a hard hit when the ceiling collapsed.  This was all just brushed under the rug.  The four guys will barely get a slap on the wrist.  The school only expelled them because they were the ones who were paying for the bulldozer the idiot quartet crashed, not because they crashed through my house.

Kade wouldn't have suffered any punishment at all if his father hadn't stepped in and made sure to divvy some out.  It's nice to know someone thinks of me as brutal punishment.  What does that say about me?

I walk out just as Kade pulls his Audi out of the garage.  His perfect sea-blue eyes are guarded by designer shades.  I hesitate about getting in, especially when he lowers the top.  The music is blaring, which means he's either trying to deafen me or keep me from speaking to him.

Get the hell in, he gripes without looking at me.  I don't have all damn day.

I huff, but I climb in without further delay.  He doesn't even give me the chance to buckle up before he's squealing out in reverse, slinging me to the side when he jerks it hard right to line up with the road.

I squeal, which provokes a menacing smirk from him, and then he starts shifting gears rapidly, throwing us forward.  My hands rattle against the seatbelt as I try to snap it, silently praying for someone to save me from this madman.  I knew he hated me.  Why in the hell did I willingly get into the devil's chariot?

He presses a button that mutes the stereo as he slows down.  I let out a sharp breath, feeling my knuckles slowly uncurl from their death-grip on the door.

Move out and I'll pay your rent anywhere you want to go, he says calmly.

What? I ask, bemused.

I said move out and I'll pay your rent.  You can pick any place you want.  I don't want to be your bitch, and my father is loving this shit.  Get your stuff out of my house, and I'll pay your rent somewhere else.  I have my own money.

Then why let your dad pay for all your shit? I snark, turning my head away.

He chuckles as he hits another street with a more feasible speed.

Because I'm not supposed to touch that money.  It's part of my trust, but I became eligible to use it when I turned twenty-one.  My grandfather has requested I keep it locked up until I finish college.  I respect him, so if he asks me not to do something, I try to oblige.  In this case, I think he'd agree it was worth touching my trust.

Am I that frigging bad?

I can't do that, I mumble, looking out at the passing scenery.

Why?  It's basically the same deal my father made you.  The hard edge to his tone doesn't go unnoticed.  He's such a condescending dick.

Your father worried you'd do this, so he made me a deal I couldn't refuse when I rode with him to your house.

I swallow hard, recanting that impromptu proposition.

What was it? he asks, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

He said if I stayed until the start of next semester, he'd buy me a home after I graduate college, too.  Wherever I choose. It's not exactly something I can afford to pass up.  Not all of us have a trust.

Well, hell.  I'll buy you a home after you graduate.  There.  Problem solved.

I already gave him my word.  To some people, that means something.  You had three days to try and make this right.  You didn't want to, and now your father has been too nice to me to screw him over.

Make it right? he asks, laughing incredulously.  I didn't bulldoze your house.  The frat boys, who I didn't even invite, did it.  Why the hell am I being tortured?  Because my family has the most money, that's why.  You see dollar signs, Cherry.  That's it.

"My name isn't Cherry.  It's Raya.  And no, that's not it.  You're an inconsiderate son of a bitch who has never once given a damn about anyone other than yourself and what you want to do."

I hadn't meant to go all crazy-rant-girl on him, but I'm sick of him and everyone like him.  Entitled pricks have done nothing but piss me off since I came to California.  Sterling Shore, though beautiful, is loaded with nothing but money-hungry people who judge you after two seconds.  All they need to know is your parents are nobodies with no money, and then you're blacklisted.

Tell me how you really feel.  Don't hold back on my account, even though you don't know the first damn thing about me, he sardonically mumbles.

I roll my eyes.  I know all I need to.

You're rich, arrogant, and shallow.  What more is there to know?

He pulls into a parking lot, squeals to a stop, and hops out before I even get unbuckled.  I stare up at the enormous store as I climb out, trying not to let my mouth flap agape.  Shit.  I didn't realize Mr. Colton was Paul Colton, owner of the most coveted fashion line.  I'm way out of my depth here.

I swallow hard, wondering how in the hell I'm going to be able to fit into any of these clothes.  I've seen his models on TV.  They eat air for breakfast and ice for lunch.  There's no way.

Before I got here, I thought a size four was a good size.  And then I saw the natives wearing a size negative-triple-zero, or something crazy like that.  The girls here look like walking beanpoles.  I never had a problem with my curves or my chest until this place.  It's amazing that big chests have been popular forever, but the second my breasts fill out, small chests come into style.  My luck.  Go figure.

I'll bust a seam in anything this store has to offer.  Something tells me Kade is going to revel in my humiliation.

When I walk inside, I'm met with a smiling woman with bright eyes.  You must be Raya.  Mr. Colton called to tell me you might be stopping by.  I've got a wide selection already set up for you, she says, sounding overly eager to impress.

Her eyes slide up and down my body, making me feel uncomfortable.  She's probably realizing just how badly these clothes are going to fit.

I think I can add a few more things that will go well with these, she says, pushing up on my breasts and startling me into a squeal.

Sorry, she chuckles while moving her hands away

The fever invades my cheeks as I blush, and she walks off.  A smug, almost taunting grin is playing on Kade's face when my eyes find him.  He's sitting in the corner in one of the recliners, feigning interest in a magazine.

Not used to being felt up, Raya? he asks, keeping his eyes on the page before he flips it.  With a shining personality like yours, I would've assumed no one could resist.

I just scowl at him.  I'm sick of his snarky remarks.  He's going to make my life hell until I move out.  Maybe that's his game.  I can't let him get to me, because I'm not going to make a deal and then back out.

Raya? the woman calls.  You ready?

I turn away from the ass who's still smirking, and I head to the back to follow the sound of her voice.  This store seems endless, but all of the women's stuff is right here in this area.

Her heels clank against the marble floors as she struts toward a large dressing room.  There's a couch in it.  Really?  This dressing room is bigger than my bedroom - the one that was destroyed.

If you need any help, just call me.  I'll go see if I can round up some more items.  Mr. Colton said you might need some swimwear, so I've started acquiring some things.

I swallow hard, and then I scratch my side.  It draws her attention, and a cringe comes over her face like she thinks I have cooties.

Sorry.  My house was ripped up by a bulldozer and my clothes got insulation on them.  That's why I'm here.

She forces a tight smile, still seeming disgusted, and then nods before walking off.  Great.  Now I'm the dirty girl no one wants to be around.

I pull my shirt over my head, and then screech when a girl walks into the room with me.

Sorry, she says, not sounding genuinely apologetic at all.  Who the hell is this one?  Jessica said you needed swimsuits, so here you go.

She places a wide variety of stringy messes on the rack that is packed full of clothes.  Then she pops back out as quickly as she came in.  Does no one give a damn about my personal space?

I jerk a shirt on over my head before anyone else can come in.  I'm almost afraid of taking my pants off.  I had to buy new underwear since I didn't want to scratch... there.  But the selection was limited based on my budget.  I'd be humiliated if anyone saw these cotton monstrosities.

Without giving it too much more thought, I slip out of my jeans and into another pair without itchy particles all over them.  Oh damn.  I had no idea jeans could fit and feel like this.  No wonder Paul Colton's business is thriving.

I give a twirl in front of the mirror to see my body has been transformed.  I'll never be the same.  I seriously just fell in love with a pair of jeans.  I'm done.  I don't want to try on anything else.

Reluctantly, I slip