JOSH & EMMY

  THE BEGINNING

  MCKINLEY RANCH DUET

  KYLIE KENT

  CONTENTS

  Please Stalk Me

  Also by Kylie Kent

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Also by Kylie Kent

  Copyright ©2021 by Kylie Kent

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  This book contains scenes and discussions of non-consensual sexual acts, domestic violence, profanity, sexual content and violence. If any of these are triggers for you, you should consider skipping this read.

  ISBN 13: 978-1-922816-63-4

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  ALSO BY KYLIE KENT

  The Merge Series

  Merged With Him (Zac and Alyssa’s Story)

  Fused With Him (Bray and Reilly’s Story)

  Entwined With Him (Dean and Ella’s Story)

  2nd Generation Merge Series

  Ignited by Him (Ash and Breanna’s Story)

  An Entangled Christmas: A Merge Series Christmas Novel (Alex and Lily’s Story)

  Chased By him (Chase & Hope’s Story)

  Tethered To Him (Noah & Ava’s Story)

  McKinley Ranch Duet

  Josh and Emily’s Story

  Ruining Her

  Ruining Him

  The Valentino Empire

  Devilish King (Holly and Theo’s story)

  Unassuming Queen (Holly and Theo’s story)

  United Reign (Holly and Theo’s story)

  Brutal Princess (Neo and Angelica’s Story)

  Reclaiming Lola (Lola and Dr James)

  Sons of Valentino Series

  Relentless Devil (Theo & Maddie’s story)

  Merciless Devil (Matteo & Savannah’s story)

  Soulless Devil (Romeo & Livvy’s Story)

  Reckless Devil (Luca & Katerina’s Story)

  The Tempter Series

  Following His Rules

  Following His Orders

  Following His Commands

  Sick Love Duet

  Dominic and Lucy’s story

  Unhinged Desires

  Certifiable Attraction

  CHAPTER ONE

  JOSH

  Who the fuck does this chick think she is, sitting herself opposite me at my table? Chatting away, spewing some fucking nonsense about how we’re destined to be best friends. Clearly she’s new here. I would have noticed if I’d ever seen her around the halls of this hellhole disguised as a fucking school.

  She’s not exactly someone you could miss, with her blonde locks hanging in loose curls down her back. Her long legs with a school skirt that’s too short to meet the dress standards. But it’s her eyes that are fucking drawing me in, hypnotising me into sitting here and listening to her nervous rant. It’s clear from the way she talks that she’s not one of us. Or one of them… the spoilt rich kids who go here. Tilting my head, I try to gain an understanding of why my body is reacting to her. My heart is racing and my palms are sweaty and itching to reach out and touch her.

  Fuck no. The silence in the lunch room is deafening. No one else is speaking except her. Everyone is looking, waiting with baited breath to see what I’ll do. Well, if it’s a show they want, I’ll certainly deliver. I’ll give this new girl a reason to never try to sit at my table again.

  “I’m Emily, the new girl, obviously,” she introduces herself.

  Emily… I like it.

  “You’ll be the cookie; I’ll be the cream. You’ll be the Tim to my Tam. You’ll be the Vegemite to my toast. I think you get the drift.” She smiles at me.

  Fuck, I wouldn’t mind tasting her cream. Nope, I need to end this. I push to my feet, pick up the chocolate milkshake from my tray, and slowly pour it over the mass of curls that I want to wind around my hand as I fuck her from behind. I wait for her to scream, carry on like any of these other fuckers would. Instead, she lets out a small gasp, straightens her shoulders, and stares up at me. I squint my eyes at her.

  Maybe this chick is fucking crazier than I am.

  I lean down, caging her between my body and the table, and deliver the speech I’ve recited to all the other girls who’ve tried to cling to me over the years. “You’d do best to stay far away from boys like me. I’d destroy you, little girl. You’re new here, so this is the one pass you get.”

  I expect to see her cower, to avert her eyes. She doesn’t. She plasters an even bigger smile on her fucking pretty face and then turns around, picks up her sandwich, and starts eating.

  I stand there and watch for a minute, waiting to see if she’s going to break. She doesn’t. And if I’m honest with myself, I’m fucking relieved she doesn’t. I don’t want to see this girl break. I want to see her fucking reign.

  I storm out of the cafeteria, nodding my head at Samantha, the queen bitch of the school. She’s been trying to get on my dick since I can remember. She reeks of desperation. I wouldn’t usually waste my time talking to her. But Emily is going to need friends here if she’s going to survive. And she won’t get any on her own. These rich bastards are assholes to scholarship kids, and it’s clear she’s a scholarship kid.

  Samantha follows me out of the cafeteria as I expected she would. Stopping in the hallway, I turn around to face her. She runs her nails up my arm. I pull out of her reach and chuckle at her attempt at a sexy pout.

  “Cut the shit, Sam, that ain’t ever fucking happening. I need you to befriend the new girl.”

  “What? Why on earth would I do that? She’s a scholarship kid. I’m not being friends with the fucking poor girl. I’ve already donated to my quota of charitable funds this year.” She places her hands on her hips like the spoilt little brat she is. That might work on her daddy, but it won’t work on me.

  “You’ll not only befriend her; you’ll be her best fucking friend.” Leaning in closer, I watch her throat bob as she swallows. “If you don’t, I’ll make sure that crown you’ve given yourself is passed on to someone else. I won’t just destroy your place in the hierarchy here. I’ll destroy your place in this whole fucking town. By the time I’m done, you’ll wish you were never born.” Straightening to my full height, I turn and walk away from her. I don’t need her to confirm that she’ll follow my orders. I know she will. Her status means more to her than anything else this world has to offer. She won’t do anything to risk being knocked down a peg.

  I pull my phone out and call my brother. He escaped this hellhole ten years ago and moved into the McKinley estate in Sydney—lucky bastard. I’ve still got three years left in this cesspool.

  “Josh, what happened?” he answers.

  “Nothing. Why would something have to happen for me to call you?” I ask.

  “Okay, how’s school?” He starts with his small talk.

  “Same boring-ass shit. Day in, day out. I need you to run a background check on someone for me.”

  “Who and what do you need it for?”

  “Emily, she’s a new girl here. Just started today, a scholarship kid.” I try to make my tone sound bored and normal. But when images of Emily’s face run through my mind, my heart starts racing all over again, and my cock fucking hardens to stone.

  “Got a last name? And, again, why do you need information on her?”

  “Because I want to fucking know who the fuck I’m around in this place. Can you get it for me or not?” My voice rises in the hall. Teachers open their classroom doors, take one look at me, and shut them again.

  “Yeah, sure. I’ll get it for you.”

  I hang up the phone, as I push the doors open, and head out the side of the building to light up a smoke. I don’t understand my body’s reaction to her. I’m fucking frustrated that some new girl can waltz into the school and make me question everything I ever thought I knew about humankind. I’ve read books upon books about emotions, feelings, and behaviours. It’s why I like to torture the assholes here so much. I like to see the range of emotions flickering across their faces. I’ve never felt anything but numb. Well, I had a dog once, a pet I thought I loved. My father made me watch as he slit the mutt’s throat. Told me love was for the weak and us McKinley men were not weak.

  I’ve never cared about any humans though. I mean, I like my mum enough and my brother. I wouldn’t let anything happen to them. But I also wouldn’t shed a tear if anything did. My father can rot in hell. Hate is a feeling. I can’t even bring myself to say I hate him. If anyone were deserving of my hate, it would be that bastard, but all I feel when I think of him is numb.

  “Dude, did you see the new chick? Fucking bangin’ or what?” The voice of some douche laughs out loud.

  “Bangin’ is exactly what I plan to do to her. Imagine those tits of hers jiggling around while she bounces her cunt up and down on my cock,” the second asshole replies as they both walk past where I’m hiding in the shadows.

  I think it’s time to teach these idiots a lesson they can take back to the rest. The new girl is off-fucking-limits. I might not be able to have her for myself but that doesn’t mean I’m about to let any other asshole have her either.

  Throwing my smoke down, I stomp it out before I make my presence known by pulling douche number two back by a handful of his shirt. I spin him around and my fist connects with his jaw. He doesn’t have time to realize he’s been hit, let alone who’s done it. His eyes widen as he tries to take a step back. I swipe my foot out behind his ankles and follow him down as I drop him to the ground. My fists continue to land blow after blow, the sound of flesh hitting flesh like music to my ears. His mate just stands there and watches me beat the shit out of him, not once trying to help him out. Everyone here is only out to look after themselves, bunch of self-righteous pricks.

  Once I’m satisfied that I’ve delivered home enough of a message, I get up and look down at the carnage. The guy’s passed out. When did he pass the fuck out? I don’t really care. His nose is broken, and blood drips from his cheeks and forehead. Red marks that will soon form into bruises cover his entire face.

  Turning around, I stare down his friend who is starting to back away. “Tell everyone the new girl is off-fucking-limits. Anyone even breathes a word of her name, and this is what will happen to them.” With that, I walk away, shaking my fist out as I go. The split skin on my knuckles feels fucking euphoric. It’s been too long since I’ve had a good fight. I have a feeling I’m going to get my fair share of them this year…

  CHAPTER TWO

  EMILY

  “You’ve got to come to tryouts, Emily. You’re sure to get a spot on the squad.” Samantha’s shrill voice pierces through the noise in the lunchroom. I cringe, looking to Natasha and Amy for help. They’ve been friends with Sam longer than I have. They should know how to calm her excitedness. The smirks on their faces tell me they are not going to be any bloody help.

  “Shh, you don’t need to tell the whole school you want me to try out to be a cheerleader. I mean, seriously, Sam, do I look like a cheerleader to you?” I question her, while trying to discreetly look to the back of the lunchroom. Which has become an annoying habit I’ve developed.

  “Tall, blonde, hot as fuck. If I were into chicks, I’d be all over that. So, yes, you look like a bloody cheerleader. Come on, all of us are on the squad, and we’ll be able to spend more time together,” Samantha says. Natasha and Amy nod their heads in agreement.

  I’ve been here at this preppy school for the one-percenters for a month now. I steal every glance I can at him, try my hardest to get his attention, to get him to notice me. Every so often, our eyes will meet across the room and I feel this magnetic force pulling me towards him. But whenever that happens, he makes a hasty escape from the room.

  Joshua McKinley. I’ve heard his name whispered, revered all over the school. It seems everyone wants to speak about him, but no one ever speaks directly to him. When he walks down the corridors, the crowds part, almost like they’ll get burned if they don’t give him a wide enough berth. All the other boys avert their eyes, while the girls stare unashamedly at him and whisper the inappropriate things they daydream about doing with him. To him.

  My palms have moon-shaped indents on them from the restraint it takes for me to not grab the bitches and throw them to the ground. Instead, I embed my nails into my palms and plaster on the fake smile I have perfected over the years. I’d love to rip their hair out and lay claim on this boy who refuses to even talk to me or acknowledge my existence.

  “Emily, are you listening?” Natasha waves a hand in front of my face.

  “Uh, yes. What?” I ask, turning my attention back to the girls and away from the boy with the haunted gaze.

  “I asked if you want to practice after school? We can use the oval today since there’s no football practice. We can have the whole thing to ourselves.”

  “Okay, sure. I guess I need all the practice I can get if I’m going to make the squad.” I laugh.

  “Don’t worry, you’re a shoo-in. I happen to be very good friends with the head cheerleader.” Amy laughs, pointing at Sam.

  The skin on the back of my neck prickles. He’s watching me again. I can feel it. I’m getting really frustrated with his constant stare when he thinks I don’t notice, but the moment my eyes meet his, he always gets up and leaves the room with a disgusted look across his face. I look at him and then quickly avert my eyes to the table where all the football players are being their usual obnoxious selves. My gaze zooms in on the captain, Devlin. He’s been sending me vibes for the last few weeks. I wonder if I go and sit over there if he’ll let me. Only one way to find out.

  “Ah, I’ll be back in a sec, guys,” I tell the girls, who watch me get up, their overly plucked eyebrows drawn down in confusion.

  I should feel bad that I’m using Devlin to incite a reaction from Josh, but I don’t. I’m going crazy here waiting for him to acknowledge this thing that’s happening between us. I look at Josh’s table as I make my way through the crowd to Devlin, sending my little stalker a finger wave and a smirk. To which, he responds with a scowl. Even scowling, the boy is hot as Hades. I’m ten steps away from Devlin’s table when the whole place goes quiet. I feel the eyes of everyone on me. Stiffening my back, I give Devlin my brightest smile, lean in, and whisper in his ear so no one else can hear me.

  “I have a little itch that I think you might be able to scratch. Are you up for the challenge?” I can feel my cheeks redden as I say the words. But I’m determined to see this through.

  Devlin’s eyes cloud over with lust. He nods his head and stands. Within seconds, he’s holding my chin in one of his hands and tilting my face up to his. My eyes close as his lips land on mine, for all of one second. I hear the growl right before Devlin is yanked back.

  My eyes spring open. What the hell? I wanted a reaction, but I was not anticipating Josh throwing Devlin down and beating him. He currently has Devlin pinned to the ground, his fists connecting with the football captain’s face over and over again. He looks like he’s going to kill him. I reach down and pull at his shoulder.

  “Josh, stop! You’re going to kill him.” The moment my hand touches his skin, bolts of lightning run up my arm, making me pull away and take a step back.

  Josh stops what he’s doing. Stands up and looks at me. Staring like he’s trying to figure something out. Everyone in the lunchroom is quiet, so quiet I can hear my heart beating in my chest.

  Say something, anything, I urge him without ever saying a word.

  He turns on his heel, steps over Devlin’s beaten body, and walks out without even a glance in my direction. Which is the exact opposite of what I was expecting. Hoping…?

  CHAPTER THREE

  JOSH

  What the hell was that? When I watched that asshole grab her face, I saw red. I’ve never felt anything like it. I can’t even explain what I felt, other than a burning desire to make the motherfucker stop breathing. What the fuck? My vision went hazy, zoned in on my target, and I launched at him like a fucking rocket as my rage exploded.

 

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