I have always loved helping her with her home business. Breathing in the herbs was soothing, and thanks to Cass, my skincleared up. I used to struggle with dry skin, but not anymore—her creams fixed that.
We would go to garden centers and buy flowers and plants, and I hated the way people would look at her, like she was some freak or a witch. Then her online business blew up, and then they showed her respect.
In true Aunt Cassandra style, she never let their looks or comments get to her. I wish I were more like her: a strong, independent woman. For the last three years she has been dating this guy, Cale, and he is just as amazing as my aunt is; we get along just fine. He is the coach over at the high school.
“So, Logan, huh?” She nudged my shoulders with her.
“Yeah, Logan.”
“My girl, I know how you felt about him, and I think that you still feel something. You are forgetting, I saw you when he walked into the coffee shop.”
I sigh. “He is back for her. So there is no need to get my hopes up when it comes to him. Men suck.” I sulk, making her laugh.
“Any man would be lucky to have you, baby. He chose her over you back then, and if he does it again, then he is not the man I want for you.”
Her words sink in and I understand. My last two boyfriends were crappy men— one cheated on me with the girl who makes his slushies for him at the gas station. The latest one, well, let’s say that he thought I could do better with my life and tried to get me to quit my job. He even went as far as emailing my boss and telling him that I wanted to quit, but did not have the balls to do it myself.
Dumped his ass quick, sharp. Cleaning my hands, I kiss my aunt’s cheek.
“I think I am going to have a hot bath and have a date night with Optimus and Ironhide.” That makes her smile.
“Go, and do you, my girl. Maybe flick the bean; that will help you relax.”
“Ohmygod,” I mumble as I rush from the room.
“Nothing wrong with masturbation, Stevie,” she calls after me.
Dear lord, that woman has zero filter. She is all about freedom of speech and love. I remember when we had the birds and the bees talk; that was one awkward conversation, and she did not dumb it down for me. Told me straight about sex and babies.
Glory jumps onto my bed as we enter my room, and I head into the bathroom.
Running my hot bath when I get into my bathroom, adding some muscle salts and bubble bath, I strip from my clothes and take in the bruises that are left on my body from the fight. Licking my lip, I wince when the cut stings. I had forgotten about that.
There is a line of blood dried on my chin. Tears flood my eyes thinking over how hateful Val was toward me.
Once my bath is ready, the room is filled with sweet smelling steam from the salts and bubbles, and I drop into the water. Sinking in, I groan, letting the heat of the water soak in and do its job.
Pushing away any thoughts of what happened today, I wash the day off. Refusing to feel down or let anything add any negativity to my energy.
My hands smooth over my body, rubbing in the soap. My hand slips between my legs, and the heat from the water and my frustration make my clit tingle.
Maybe my aunt is right and an orgasm will help.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CRASH
With my hands on my hips, I watch as Stevie drives away.
I hated seeing her upset, seeing tears in her eyes. What was said confuses me but she did not stay long enough to explain but why would she when shitty things are being said and after the fight she had with Val?
“Oh, poor fucking Stevie. Everyone babies her. She needs to keep her fucking nose out of my business,” Valarie snaps from behind me.
Spinning on my heel, I see that Racer and Rogue are close to her, making sure that she doesn’t run inside, not that that would stop us.
“Shut the fuck up, Val,” I snap.
Her eyes widen in shock at me raising my voice to her, then they narrow. Her arms fold across her body, and she taps her fingers on her bicep, acting like she doesn’t care. My brothers stand around watching us, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, a headache forming.
