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“Should I tell her she needs to leave them?” Laz asked, no doubt wanting my advice.

I hesitated for a moment. I knew why Laz was asking this, and no doubt, he should just be able to tell her to leave, but I believe there would be even more consequences to him doing that. Charlotte could get mad because Laz told her sister to leave with no proof that Taylor was trying to do something sketchy, or Taylor could get mad and just cause problems that could prolong these issues that she has for Laz.

“Let me talk to her.” I offered, hoping that she could somehow listen to reason, “I’m sure that I can get her to see that you are good for Charlotte and that you aren’t going to hurt her. If she still tries to put a wedge between you and Charlotte, then she will just need to leave.”

“Do you think that’ll work?” Laz murmured, looking lost in thought.

I rose to my feet, and shrugged my shoulders, admitting the truth, “if I am being honest, I am not sure, but we don’t know until we try.”

Laz pursed his lips, but nodded curtly, “okay, I’ll trust you to handle this.”

Well, that doesn’t make me feel more nervous…

I nodded, but didn’t have the heart to say anything else. I headed out of the kitchen and looked outside, noticing that Taylor wasn’t out there anymore, but her car was so she couldn’t have just left. A part of me was worried that she went to speak to Charlotte, to somehow convince her to leave Laz, but as I was walking past the spare bedroom, I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, staring off into space.

I opened my mouth, about to speak her name, when I realized she was crying.

I froze in the doorway, watching the tears flowing down her cheeks. I had never seen such sadness on her face, and it made me wonder if there was more to this story that I didn’t know about. That Taylor didn’t want anybody to know. She wiped away her tears, but her tears continued to flow. I had this nagging urge to rush forward and wipe those tears away myself.

I shook my head, knowing that she wasn’t somebody that I should get close to. That it would just cause problems to associate with someone like her.

I decided then that it wasn’t a good time to talk to her, and I should just talk to her later.

All I could do was walk away.

CHAPTER FIVE

Taylor

For the rest of the day, I remained in the spare bedroom, debating on what I was going to do. Nobody came to talk to me, not even Charlotte. I knew she was no doubt mad at me, but by the end of the day, she would normally be in here talking to me about everything and figuring out what we were going to do next.

What was so special about Laz?

Why has my sister changed so much?

This whole situation pissed me off, but most of all, it hurt. I couldn’t seem to understand why Charlotte would do all this, and how she could just… change within a matter of months. It infuriated me, it made me want to slap some sense into her, but I could see now that her decision has already been made, and I don’t believe she is just going to change her mind.

What was I still doing here?

She has made her choice to be with somebody like him…

I sighed in annoyance as I stripped off my clothing, standing naked in the middle of the room. I debated on taking a shower, but I had this gnawing ache in my stomach that told me I needed to relieve some of the tension inside of me somehow.

I can’t even remember the last time I had sex, much less got off, and the best way to relieve the tension was to do exactly that. My mind wandered, knowing that Rhydian was a handsome man and would no doubt be good at making me feel good and over the edge, but that would be a bad idea considering he was Laz’s best friend, and I doubt Rhydian would be someone I should really associate myself with like that.

It didn’t matter how much I needed a man right now.

Lying down on the bed, I closed my eyes, immersing myself in the world of my own imagination. My breath hitched slightly and my heart pounded in my chest as I skimmed my hands lightly over my breasts, feeling the hard, taut nipples beneath my fingers that sent shivers down my body by how sensitive I was.

The hands I were imaging though were not my own, but much rougher, more calloused. A soft whimper escaped me as I trailed my fingers down my body, my body trembling with every brush as I spread my legs, delving between my legs to find myself wet and aching.

“Fuck.” I whispered softly, trying not to make too much noise in case someone walked past the door.

My fingers brushed over my clit, and a wave of ecstasy washed over me, demanding the urge to make myself cum. I sunk a finger inside of myself, pressing against that spot inside of me that made me want to cum already. I pushed back those needs though, wanting to take my time and make myself cum hard.

“Come on, baby girl. I know you like my fingers inside of you.”

I imagined his deep, husky voice telling me sweet, intoxicating words that would make me want to cum all around him. I knew whose voice I was imagining in my head, and it was making me even hornier. I wonder what it would be like to really have sex with him, to hear him whisper sinful, sexually explicit words in my ear.