Page 52 of The Plan

Sire

Stop acting like that andjust come with us.”

August seriously needs to learn to be more independent. I don’t get why he acts like he can’t go anywhere without me. If anyone else told him they didn’t want to go to brunch, he wouldn’t bat an eye.

“Lis—” He turns to Lisette, who's lying on my bed like it’s hers. “—tell him to come with us.”

“Go with them,” she says in a bored tone and turns back around, trying to nap, although I already told her to get out of bed.

I’m about to pull my shirt over my head when August aggressively snatches it away. “Who the fuck gave you that?”

I look down at the marks on my chest he’s pointing at and roll my eyes. “I told them not to do that shit.” I snatch my shirt back and pull it over my head, but I feel August staring at me in disbelief.

“Them!?” His eyes practically come out of his socket, and I almost burst into a laugh, but then his face is covered in disgust,and he puts his hands up. “Please do not tell me you had that threesome with those sisters.”

Lisette slowly turns to us. “And please do not say it was in this bed.” I respond with a smirk, and she rolls off the bed so fast she actually falls. I break into a laugh and turn back to August.

He looks like he just threw up in his mouth, and I bite back a laugh. “I hope you catch herpes.”

I freeze. “You must be having a stroke if you think I slept with those girls raw.” Clarity fills his face, and he looks like he remembers who he’s talking to. I’ve never been dumb enough not to wrap it up—correction, I’ve never been dumb enough not to wrap it with anyone besides one person, but look where that got me…

“Why would you let me lay in your bed? You dumbass.”

“I told you not to.” I shrug Lisette off, and she takes her hoodie off like it’s infected, then walks into my closet, but I follow after her before she can steal my shit.

“I thought you said you were done sleeping around.” Worry fills August’s voice, and I let out a sigh before turning to him. Earlier this year, I was struggling badly, but I didn’t think it was bad because I wasn't using drugs or alcohol. That was until I noticed I was having sex with any and everything in a skirt. It didn’t get that bad because I didn’t let it, and August is, thankfully, the biggest cock blocker.

“I am done.”

“Those hickeysscreamotherwise.”

I roll my eyes and send him a glare. “Iam,” I say again. “I bumped into them and invited them upstairs. It was completely unplanned, and besides, it makes up for the months I haven’t been with anyone.” After that weird feeling I got when Vidia was holding me for dear life on the plane, thinking we were going to die, I needed to distract myself. I don’t add that part, though.

August keeps his eyes on me like he’s trying to tell if I’m lying or not, but I’m not. “You’re still a traitor.” Here he goes with this bullshit again. He sounds just like his little menace. I don’t understand why he thinks I have to live as a celibate because Vid and I aren’t together.

I walk further into my closet and snatch my hoodie away from Lisette before she can pull it over her head. “You sound just like your girlfriend,” I tell August, shoving Lis away.

When I turn to my less annoying sibling, a hint of a smile grows on his face at the mention of Hazel, and I roll my eyes at him. “If it makes you feel any better, the sex wasn’t any good.”

“Ew, stop talking about this while I’m here.” She grabs another one of my sweaters, but I take that one, too.

“Stop touching my shit. Go hang out with Sage and steal her clothes.” She rolls her eyes at me and complains about how our sister's stuff is too lavish for her or something. When I steal a glance at August, he nods like he’s thinking.

“That actually does make me feel better. You should be with V. Stop wasting your time with other women.” He says this anytime I so much as look at another girl. He’s so pro-Vidia, and it’s annoying as fuck sometimes.

“Vidia was good for you.” He nods a few times, and Lis joins in.

“Yeah, I like her most out of the other girls you’ve been with.” She holds one of my shirts against her like she’s shopping in my damn closet, and I just give up and let her take what she wants.

“Yeah, same,” August chimes back in. “And once you get everything together so you aren’t on the verge of a sex addiction, you can get with her.” I close my eyes at his words, and I can feel Lis watching me.

“Sex addiction?!” I shoot August a glare, and he looks guilty but then proceeds to explain my January fuck fest to her.

“I thought you didn’t want to hear about my sex life?” I cut in when it gets embarrassing, but Lis ignores me, and Augustcontinues explaining how I had women in and out of here—his words.

Lis turns to me when he’s done and looks serious. “You’re done?”

“Yes, I already said that.” She studies me for a second.

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