Page 39 of Die For Me

Jack disappeared into the kitchen, and Michael jogged upstairs. I knew they were both nervous about seeing Emily. Jack reappeared with paper towels and a cleaning solution.

“For the record”—I eyed him as I shrugged on my shirt—“I would lick your cum off anything.”

I gave him a crooked smile as he looked up at me with widened, hungry eyes.

“Fuck, I love you, Hana Maynor,” he sighed as he cleaned up his mess.

I waited until he went back into the kitchen to answer the door. There was my beautiful cousin, her dark-blonde hair long and wavy, flashing me her dimples. The air was starting to warm with the sun shining down brightly, and a lump formed in my throat as I looked at Emily. As much as I loved Jack and Michael, Emily felt like home.

“Emily.” I quickly wrapped my arms around her and began to weep onto her shoulder.

“Hana,” Emily responded, squeezing me tight.

It took a while for me to stop crying. I felt some sort of cathartic relief crying in her arms. I felt like I was truly, finally free.

“I’m sorry. Everything is okay. I just missed you,” I said as I let go of her, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Come in.”

I guided her in just as Michael walked down the stairs; Jack was nowhere to be seen.

“Emily,” Michael greeted her stiffly as he walked into the kitchen.

Emily shook her head at him with confusion. “Michael.” She looked to me and frowned. “What’s up with him?”

I closed the door behind us. “We had sort of a disagreement before you got here,” I explained, taking a seat at the armchair.

Emily laughed as she sat on the couch. “Trouble in paradise already?”

I sighed heavily and gave her a small smile. I wanted to talk candidly without worrying about the guys overhearing me.

“Actually, let’s go take a walk. It’s so nice out.” I stood. “Boys! We’re taking a walk! Don’t kill each other while I’m gone!” I called as I slid on my Nikes.

Michael rushed out of the kitchen, and Jack stood at the top of the stairs.

“Hana. Take your phone, please,” Jack instructed, being polite in front of our company.

I frowned at him; I knew he wanted to know where I was, and my phone could easily tell him that. I knew they both weren’t 100% certain that I wouldn’t leave. I decided to humor them and grabbed my phone off the kitchen table.

I eyed the both of them as Emily and I walked out the front door. “Don’t worry. I’m coming back.”

Jack

My anger began boiling over the moment Hana walked out the door with Emily. It wasn’t directed at her, though; it was at Michael. He acted as if he knew her better than me. Now we were finally alone without Hana stopping us from saying or doing whatever the fuck we wanted to each other.

I stealthily followed Michael into the kitchen, hoping he wouldn’t notice me behind him. I didn’t have a plan, I just wanted him to know that I wasn’t fucking around, that Hana was mine and I was so happily obliging only because I loved her so much.

“You’re cooking,” I observed. “What can’t the amazing and perfect Michael do?”

He slowly turned to look at me. I leaned against the opposite counter, my arms crossed as I glared at him.

He grinned before looking back at whatever he was stirring. “I can’t convince the love of my life to leave the fucking psychotic twit she married,” he responded sharply.

I let out a fake laugh. The nerve of this fucker. “You’re never going to convince her of that, my friend. She would rather die than live without me.”

“Yeah, because you’ve brainwashed her. She was going to marry me and then you fucking stole her from me. If this were a game, that’d be considered cheating.” He ignored his food as he pointed a wooden spoon at me.

“Itisa game, and I’ve won.” I grinned at him, waiting for him to try something.

I bet he didn’t even know how to fight, the fucking pretentious arsehole. I wanted him to try me.

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