Page 2 of My Brother's Enemy
My sister’s sobs were the only thing I could hear at first.
Jesus. My heart sank.
I rose from the bed and snapped my fingers at the girl next to me.
“Ski? What happened?” My voice grew hoarse as her childhood nickname slipped out.
I hadn’t been able to pronounce her name when we were little, but I’d loved to play in the snow, so I came up with Ski. Everyone else shortened her name to Sky, but I got to call her Ski. I’d once overheard her telling a boyfriend that name was reserved for her twin and only her twin.
Fuck, I loved my sister.
I covered the phone and hissed at…I couldn’t remember her name. “You need to go.” I turned around, starting for the closet. “Ski?” Still only sobbing on the other end. “Ski!”
Pulling open my drawer, I grabbed some clothes, but when I turned, I realized the girl from last night wasn’t leaving.
She’d leaned forward, and hunger flared in her eyes. She chewed her lip, her focus on my phone.Christ. She wanted to overhear some gossip. And her phone was in her hand. She had it angled awkwardly, the camera lens pointing my way. She was filming me.
I growled, starting for her. “You need to go.”
The girl’s eyes were wide but defiant. She clutched the bedsheet, pulling it to her chin, but she sat up straighter as I closed the distance between us.
I’d been riding a wave of exhilaration and exhaustion last night after finally not only playing a home game, but winning the home game, and justbeinghome after a three-game stretch away. Some of the guys on the team had gone out to celebrate, and their wives, girlfriends, and partners had joined, so it was a big party. We’d also been celebrating my buddy’s birthday, so I guess I’d indulged a bit more than normal. At the end of the evening, the walk to my place had been a lot faster and warmer than enduring a car ride to wherever this woman’s place was, so that had made my decision, despite breaking my rule.
Fuck. This was why I had that rule in place.Never bring a hookup to my place.
She’d resisted leaving last night, and my body had given in to sleep before I could be a hardass and kick her out. Now, three hours later, with my twin sister sobbing in my ear, all niceties were gone.
“Ski, hold on just a minute,” I said, setting my phone down.
I glared at the girl and snatched her phone. She came alive, lunging for me with a screech. I ignored her, stepping away and putting my back to her so I could quickly go through it. I spoke as I went through her videos, her pictures—shit, she’d taken pictures of me sleeping. “You will get the fuck out. I told you to leave last night, and you refused. If I fucking have to tell you one more time, you’re not going to like the consequences.” I froze at a picture of my own dick on her phone.
I didn’t do dick pics. Ever.
I knew it was a thing, but not for me. I was too paranoid about them being released to the press. This girl had violated my privacy. A new wave of anger crashed over me.I don’t have time for this. Something was going on with my sister—something real fucking bad.
Every part of my body coiled tight. This girldid notwant to keep pressing me. I deleted everything. Every goddamn picture and video from our time together. I went through her recordings and shit, deleting anything that’d been created during the time she’d been with me. This girl wasn’t a problem. She was a nightmare.
Finally—fucking finally—she caught on and got moving. I watched her from the corner of my eye as she visibly swallowed, her nose wrinkling in a sneer. She threw back the sheets and stalked past me to the bathroom.
I cursed under my breath, crossing the room in two steps so I could catch the door before she slammed it. I caught it, and she gasped, twisting toward me. She began to snarl, but Ihad no fucks left to give. “Nope. You’re not going to hide in my bathroom for the next hour or two.”
Grabbing her elbow, I pulled her out of the bedroom and dragged her to the front door.
She yelled, trying to twist her arm free.
I didn’t care. Not one bit.
“I need—I need my clothes, you asshole!”
I ignored her and yanked open the door.
“Hey!” she barked.
I shoved her into the hallway.
She rounded, her face red, her eyes angry. “Listen?—”
The door slammed shut in her face, but I wasn’t done. My two neighbors weren’t currently here, and there were no cameras in this hallway, so she’d be fine for a few seconds. Marching back to the room, I swept up her clothes. Her shoes. Her purse. I did a cursory look around my place as I snapped a picture of her driver’s license. She was now pounding on my door and yelling from the hallway. I still had her phone.
