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“You haven’t been carrying your weight around here. I had some laundry that needed to be done.” I run my hands down my face to wipe off the soap that fell from my hair.
“Oh I haven’t? Making sure your cock is drained every fucking day isn’t enough for you?”
“Nah, that’s just a bonus.” I wink, reaching down and giving said cock a quick tug, which draws her attention down to my thickening length. “We had a deal. I gave you your clothes back to be nice, but I can be mean again if I need to be, baby deer.”
“Stop calling me that.” She grimaces. “And you never stopped being mean you asshole.”
“Yes I have, and I can remind you what it was like again.” I grab my towel off the hook, wrapping it around my waist, and walking past her to my closet. I don’t even turn around when I continue, “Some teammates are coming over later.”
“Let me guess? I need to be locked in my room again like your fucking prisoner?”
“No, you can join this time.” I turn around to face her. “You can see what it feels like.”
“What?”
I don’t answer, getting dressed and ignoring her again. My mind filled with the thoughts of what my dad said about not having her. Thinking of her mom trying to set her up with someone else. Someone that isn’t me.
I’m not going to let her go, I never could, but I want her tosee what it’s like to think I have. For her to see how badly she wants me. To prove to herself that she won’t let me go either. And that it will always be us. It was always going to be us.
Chapter 32
Mayson
Ineed a fucking hazmat suit to walk into my own room with the sweat soaked clothes that have officially ruined my bed. I don’t even want to go near them, let alone touch them to move them anywhere.
Colin’s always keeping me on my toes, but I feel like I’ve officially gotten whiplash. He wants me, but he also wants to drive me crazy. He wants to lock me away in my tower so no one can see me, but he wants me to be around for the party tonight. He challenges me to date that Garrett guy, but whisks me away from the situation.
Then there’s the fact that he yanks me into his bed every night and fucks me until I can’t breathe. But the next morning we go our separate ways. We aren’t a couple. We aren’t admitting any feelings. We’re just fuck buddies…I guess?
Then why does the thought of that make my stomach cramp? I hate myself for the tinge of pain because that makes me feel like my heart is becoming involved and I refuse for that to be true. I can’t fall for Colin, regardless of him being my stepbrother or not. It’s because it’shim.
I don’t know what he has planned for tonight, but whatever it is I’m sure I’m not going to like it. And whatever ends up happening I’m sure somehow, someway I’m going to end up in his bed.
I can hate myself later for it.
I end up gathering my comforter up, balling Colin’s nasty clothes in it so I don’t have to touch them. Of course, I don’t throw them in the laundry when I bring them down to the washer. I dump them on the floor, and toss my oversized blanket in the machine. He can deal with his own shit because I’m not his maid.
His bedroom door is still closed when I head back to my room, and I wish I could lock myself in here. I also think about how funny it would be if I were able to lock him out of his own party.
Now there’s an idea for another time.
I text my team group chat telling them to come over because if the guy’s team is going to be here, I’m not about to face them all alone. Plus having my friends around makes it easier to deal with Colin and his bullshit.
As I’m getting ready I hear voices downstairs, and I know the chaos is about to begin. I pull my long hair up in a ponytail, not because I know it drives Colin crazy. Nope. It has nothing to do with him at all.
Liar.
“Are you decent?” a familiar female voice asks from the cracked door.
“Would you care if I wasn’t?”
Anja bursts in. “Nope.”
She’s followed by Maeghen, Chelsey, Blake, and Lucy.
“Do you know how hard it is to find outfits that go withgreen hair?”Lucy flops onto my bed in annoyance.
“You can pull off anything and you know it.” I roll my eyesbecause she could have any hair color, or no hair at all, and would still be gorgeous. She’s just mad the color wasn’t her choice.
