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“You’re new,” a girl says to me almost instantly, her lashes fluttering.
“This is my house, so maybe you’re the new one,” I throw back, somewhat flirty…if she wants to take it that way.
She’s all right. Short brown hair, interesting face, decent rack, no abs—
No abs? Since when do I notice if a girl has abs or not?
“You live here? But Kota and Guy…”
“Are still together.” Unfortunately. “My dad married her mom.” Also, unfortunately.
“So you’re like her stepbrother now?”
“That’s what they tell me.”
She grins before sticking her hand out. “I’m Tina.”
After a quick sweep of the place, I give her hand a single shake, then drop it.
“Khaos.”
“I’m chaos?”
“No. My name. It’s Khaos.” I like my name…until I have to tell it to other people. It’s always a whole-ass conversation.
“Oh, wow. I was gonna say…” She shakes her head. “I’ve never met someone named after their disposition before.”
“How do you know I’m chaos?”
Her eyes run the length of me, somehow making me feel stripped bare but not exactly naked.
“I have a feeling.”
“Is it the tattoos?” I’ve got full sleeves on both arms and people love to judge me for it.
“It’s the everything. It was nice meeting you, Khaos.”
I don’t return the sentiment because I don’t know if it was nice meeting her. I’m not even sure what just happened. Did she swipe left on me to my fucking face?
I wasn’t even trying to get with her. She approached me.
“Hey, Khaos! Over here!” Guy waves me over to the bar where he and Kota are sitting with a bunch of their friends.
It’s the first time I’ve seen him since I punked his ass in that dining room. I’m half sure he’s gonna try to embarrass me right now, but I already want to punch him, so this’ll just give me a legit reason.
Mentally shaking off Tina’s rejection, I make my way over to them.
“Everybody, meet Kota’s new brother, Khaos.”
“Stepbrother,” Kota’s quick to correct.
She doesn’t bother looking at said stepbrother, not even to greet me. This is her party, after all, and I am a guest.
With two small chocolate-brown triangles covering her even smaller tits, the material must cross in the back, then wrap around to the front where a tight bow sits above her belly button. A gold belly chain is under that, making those abs look like a very early birthday present considering mine’s not ’til November. Not sure what her bottoms look like because she’s wearing some sort of skirt. Not that I could see her ass anyway since she’s sitting on it, her phone up to her face.
“Your name is Khaos?” a redhead asks me with an eye-fuck that’d make a priest cream his purity robe.
Already over the name thing, my grunt is the only answer she gets.
