Forbidden Keys Under My Skirt - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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"Chloe Anderson! Why aren't you at your exam? What in the world are you doing here?!"
Mom slammed the door open, with Lily Evans skulking behind her like some guilty shadow.
The second Lily's eyes landed on us, all the color drained from her face.
Now everything made sense. She'd slipped an aphrodisiac into Adrian Lowell's drink, tricked me into coming here, then ratted me out to Mom. Classic setup. Too bad for her she didn't do her homework—Adrian's deathly lactose allergy meant he wasn't getting turned on, he was about two seconds from anaphylactic shock.
Mom took one look at Adrian's state and sprang into action.
"Mr. Lowell? Can you hear me?"
His entire body was tomato-red, his glassy eyes unfocused. Not exactly the romantic scenario Lily had envisioned.
"Chloe, help me get him to the car—now! We need the ER!"
As we moved, I caught Lily trying to snatch the milk carton—evidence disposal in progress. Oh hell no.
I shoved her so hard she ate linoleum.
"You're done," I spat, looming over her. "Consider yourself kicked out of this family."
Thankfully, the hospital pumped Adrian full of antihistamines in time. While he recovered, I gave Mom the full play-by-play. She went nuclear—next thing I knew, cops were swarming the place.
Forensics confirmed the spiked milk. Then Adrian woke up and dropped the ultimate mic drop: security footage of Lily doctoring his drink like some amateur poisoner.
Lily got arrested—juvenile detention, not prison, but still. Later, I visited just to ask one question: why? I'd literally paid her tuition.
After an eternity of silence, she muttered, "Your light was too bright."
Pathetic.
Life eventually normalized, except for one glaring downside: exam retakes. Adrian stayed on as my piano teacher, which felt like salt in the wound.
"You promised I'd pass!" I whined.
He just smirked. "New conditions apply."
"Oh god, what now?"
Then he opened his palm. A ring glinted under the fluorescent lights.
"Date me. This time, you can say no. I'll wait."
I snorted. "In your dreams, maestro."
Mom slammed the door open, with Lily Evans skulking behind her like some guilty shadow.
The second Lily's eyes landed on us, all the color drained from her face.
Now everything made sense. She'd slipped an aphrodisiac into Adrian Lowell's drink, tricked me into coming here, then ratted me out to Mom. Classic setup. Too bad for her she didn't do her homework—Adrian's deathly lactose allergy meant he wasn't getting turned on, he was about two seconds from anaphylactic shock.
Mom took one look at Adrian's state and sprang into action.
"Mr. Lowell? Can you hear me?"
His entire body was tomato-red, his glassy eyes unfocused. Not exactly the romantic scenario Lily had envisioned.
"Chloe, help me get him to the car—now! We need the ER!"
As we moved, I caught Lily trying to snatch the milk carton—evidence disposal in progress. Oh hell no.
I shoved her so hard she ate linoleum.
"You're done," I spat, looming over her. "Consider yourself kicked out of this family."
Thankfully, the hospital pumped Adrian full of antihistamines in time. While he recovered, I gave Mom the full play-by-play. She went nuclear—next thing I knew, cops were swarming the place.
Forensics confirmed the spiked milk. Then Adrian woke up and dropped the ultimate mic drop: security footage of Lily doctoring his drink like some amateur poisoner.
Lily got arrested—juvenile detention, not prison, but still. Later, I visited just to ask one question: why? I'd literally paid her tuition.
After an eternity of silence, she muttered, "Your light was too bright."
Pathetic.
Life eventually normalized, except for one glaring downside: exam retakes. Adrian stayed on as my piano teacher, which felt like salt in the wound.
"You promised I'd pass!" I whined.
He just smirked. "New conditions apply."
"Oh god, what now?"
Then he opened his palm. A ring glinted under the fluorescent lights.
"Date me. This time, you can say no. I'll wait."
I snorted. "In your dreams, maestro."
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