A Love Song For Liars (Triology)

I hate Timothy Adams. He’s the school’s rebel prince, my dad’s protégé, and the guy who sold me out for popularity. He also lives in my pool house. 🏠 But right now? I’m waking up in his bed, wearing nothing but a thin tank top. My head is pounding from last night’s party, but my heart is racing a mile a minute. He’s staring down at me, a shirtless, scowling god. "Did you f*ck her?" I whisper, thinking of the school’s queen bee. His dark eyes flash. He shifts over me, straddling my hips, his body heavy and hot against mine. "No. Never." His hand slides under my shirt, his thumb brushing my bare skin. "I could make you forgive me right now," he murmurs against my lips. "I could touch you until you’re only mine. Always mine." 🔥 I gasp as his teeth scrape my collarbone. But my dad is sleeping just down the hall. If he catches us, Timothy is dead. His hand moves lower, and I... ad.readinkapp.com

I ruined Emily's premiere and murdered my own love. Her father was right. A slum trash like me would only dirty her crown. That night, I left her guitar on the bed and vanished. I thought she would break down crying. Eight months later, at New York's top underground bar. I watched her shine on stage in a dangerously sexy slip dress. She was no longer the fragile girl I protected, but a cold, ambitious queen. Her heels stopped right before me. No tears. No questions. She leaned in, her red lips brushing my earlobe with fatal temptation. "Regret it, stray dog?" ad.readinkapp.com

Being the daughter of a legendary rock star isn't glamorous. It's exhausting. I just wanted to make my own music. Survive Oakwood Prep. Keep my head down. Then Timothy Adams decided to destroy my life. He was my first love. My first heartbreak. And my first spectacular betrayal. I swore I'd never forgive him. I swore I'd make him pay. But the universe has a sick sense of humor. Because right now, the boy I despise is the only one standing between me and a completely ruined future. We're forced into a truce. A fake alliance to survive the school's elite. "Don't think this means I forgive you," I told him, glaring. Timothy smirked, stepping so close his scent clouded my senses. "I don't want your forgiveness, sweetheart. I want your attention." He broke me once. Now he's trying to put the pieces back together. But this time, I'm writing the lyrics to our love song. And it's a song for liars. ad.readinkapp.com

I woke up with a pounding headache and a heavy, muscular arm draped over my waist.🔞 I froze. This wasn't my bedroom. This was the pool house. And the guy sleeping half-naked next to me was Timothy. My treacherous ex-best friend who ignored me at school but apparently saved me from a party last night. I held my breath, trying to slip out of his bed without waking him. But his arm tightened like a vice, pulling my back flush against his hard chest.🔥 "Don't run away again, Emily," he muttered, his morning voice thick and raspy. Before I could process that, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was my dad. The billionaire rockstar who strictly forbade Timothy from touching me. "Emily, I'm coming into the pool house to grab a guitar. Are you up?" Panic hit me like a freight train. He was already outside.😡 "Timothy, wake up!" I hissed, shoving his broad shoulders. "Mmh. Come back here," he groaned, burying his face in my neck. The front door clicked open. I panicked, diving under the heavy duvet right as my dad walked into the bedroom. "Timothy? Have you seen Emily?" my dad asked. I held my breath under the dark sheets, trapped between Timothy's bare legs.🥵 Instead of answering immediately, Timothy’s hand slipped beneath the covers. His long fingers found the edge of my shorts. "No, sir," Timothy lied smoothly, looking my dad right in the eyes. "Haven't seen her all morning." And then, his thumb brushed right over my c0re.💥 ad.readinkapp.com