Page 33 of Broken Pieces

Chapter Sixteen

Brooks

She thinks she is so smart. Rae is going to have hell to deal with after screwing me over this morning. What right does she have to talk to my family about her problems with me? And enough so that Summer comes and kicks the girl I was screwing out of my place. It’s bullshit. It’s not even about the girl. She meant shit to me and her voice was enough to make me want to gouge my eyes out. But her body was fire and enough of a distraction from her voice.

At least I know my dicking around was enough to bother Rae. I normally wouldn’t sleep with a different girl every night. But the fact that I now must deal with Rae and her crap all over the place every day is annoying as hell. Not to mention she took over my guest room that me and Mac had talked about using to record conspiracy podcasts.

She hasn’t been back in the cottage all day. But I plan on making her life a living hell the second she steps through that door. I threw away all the crap that she put all over the house. Except that cinnamon apple candle, that smelled divine.

Everything that she had in the bathroom on the counter I shoved into a drawer. I dumped all her shampoo down the drain. I thought about dropping her toothbrush in the toilet but thought that was one step too far.

Now I am sitting on the couch waiting for her to walk through the door. Hours pass and she still isn’t home.

I start dozing off when I finally hear the door open. I glance at my phone and see it’s just past ten.

She walks in wearing tiny shorts and a loose tank top. Her skin is flushed, and she stumbles a bit as she walks across the room.

“Where have you been?” I ask.

“Out.”

“With who?”

She kicks her shoes off by the door. “Why does it matter?”

“Curiosity,” I say.

“Well then you can keep being curious.”

She brushes past me and I am tempted to grab her but her threat from the other night still hangs in my mind. “Was it a date?”

She huffs and turns around. “Maybe it was. But unlike you, I can keep my pants on and don’t bring random people home. Now I plan on having a good night’s sleep. The first I’ll have had in a week because for once you don’t have some whore around.”

I shrug at her, she looks at the table behind me. “What happened to the flowers?

I continue my silent answers as she looks around. “Where is everything else that Summer decorated the house with?”

“Excuse me?”

“The candles, the throw pillows, the flowers. What happened to it?”

I smirk. “Kinda sucks when someone messes with your shit, huh?

She rolls her eyes. “Are you that annoyed about this morning? Did you think this would piss me off? Well, none of it was mine, so I really don’t care.”

She starts to walk toward her room.

“Wait, what do you mean it wasn’t yours?”

“That was all Summer’s stuff. She thought this placed needed to be homier. I honestly don’t care if it’s here or not.”

Fuck. I really thought that would piss her off. She heads to her room and I let her go without saying a word. Because in a few seconds I know she will be screaming.

I pour myself some whiskey and lean against the kitchen counter. I hear her door slam and heavy footsteps in the hall.

“Where the hell are all my clothes?”

I shrug as I sip on my whiskey.

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