Page 11 of Screwed
Going out into the kitchen, I notice his clothes are gone. Well, I guess he left. I shrug my shoulders and clean up the mess from breakfast. Just as I’m about to finally sit down the doorbell rings. I answer it and it’s a guy with bags of groceries in his teenaged hands. I’m shocked at the amount of bags he brings into the house as I grab my Gucci knock off wallet to pay him.
“That’s everything ma’am,” he says with a toothy smile.
“Thank you. How much do I owe you?” I ask, shuffling through a few bills.
“It’s already paid for.”
I pull a twenty out of my wallet and go to hand it to him. “Alright, well here’s a tip.”
He shakes his head smiling. “That’s been taken care of too. Have a great day,” he says, walking out the door.
Shawn paid for all of this food and gave the guy a tip. I know he said he’s not a thoughtful guy, but I disagree. First breakfast, now this. Seems pretty thoughtful to me. But, I need to tamper down these overactive thoughts of him being anything more than he says. I don’t need to involve my feelings. No, those need to stay the hell put.
It takes a while to get everything put away and I’m surprised at the expensive things he bought, filet mignon, lobster tails, and even organic juice. Is he the healthy type? Well, with a body like his he must be. Lettuce and organic juice is probably all he eats to maintain his physique. I can’t afford to buy anything healthy and still have money left over. It gets me wondering what exactly he does for a living.
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Getting ready to go out with Zoey gets me excited. I haven’t been out in a long time since I’m always working, so I’m looking forward to a girl’s night. Putting the rest of my makeup on, I glare at myself in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, I give myself a pep talk. I’m going to have fun. This will be fun. And, I look damn good. Hell, I look like I only eat lettuce and organic juice in this tight lavender dress.
Going out into the kitchen, I grab a water and sit down on the stool. Shawn’s been gone all day and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to know where he went. I tried not to think about it, but my head has played out a million scenarios. Everything from he picked up and left, to he’s fulfilling some fantasies with someone else, to he’s married and guilt drove him home to her.
A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts and I jump up. Opening it, Zoey stands there looking fucking amazing as usual. Her short black hair, tiny height and tattoos, are uniquely her.
“You look great Zo. Want to come in for a minute before we go?” I ask, opening the door wider for her.
“Hell yes, I want to check out this stepbrother of yours,” she says with a flip to her hair.
Laughing, I close the door and follow her into the kitchen. “Sorry to disappoint you, but he’s not here.”
She hops up on a stool, crossing her legs, and shrugs. “It’s cool, I’m in no rush.”
“He’s been gone all day, we aren’t waiting around for him.” Opening the cabinet, I pull out a bottle of Vodka. “Want to pregame?” I pour her a glass.
Grabbing it from me, she takes a sip before smiling at me. “You like him,” she says with a laugh.
“No, I don’t. He may be nice to look at, but that’s it. He’s cocky, nasty and cold. Definitely not the kind of guy I would ever go for,” I say, lifting my shoulders.
“Is that right?” Shawn asks.
My eyes widen and both Zoey and I turn our heads. He looks pissed. His arms are crossed, legs separated a bit and if looks could kill, I’d for sure be dead.
“Hey, you must be Shawn. I’ve heard great things about you,” Zoey says with a smile. “I’m Zoey, Jana’s best friend and roommate.”
He never pulls his cold eyes away from me, even as he speaks to her. “Nice to meet you Zoey. I’m the cocky, nasty, cold, bastard of a stepbrother.”
Ouch. I didn’t really mean those things, I just didn’t want to get into it with her. “Shawn, I’m kidding come on. You must have a sense of humor,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
“I find little humor in most things,” he replies.
“So, umm, Jana we should probably get going,” Zoey suggests, awkwardly.
We both stand up and grab our stuff. “I’ll see ya,” I say, going to walk past Shawn.
Zoey moves past him first and as I go to follow he grabs my arm. “Where are you going?”
“You’re kidding right? You said this was just about fantasies. Hanging out with my friend has nothing to do with what you want from me,” I say as I try to pull my arm away. He turns his hardened look toward me and for a moment I feel bad. “We’re going to the bar, happy?” I say, rolling my eyes.
Leaning down closer to my ear, he tightens his hold on my arm. “Don’t forget that pussy is mine, no one else is to touch it,” he growls.
