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I push him aside and barge inside. The girl, Jennifer, sits on the bed in only her lace bra and underwear. She doesn’t even try to hide her nakedness.
My blood boils at seeing her. She’s like me, or rather, a fake me with fake blonde hair that’s filled with extensions and fake blue eyes and fake everything.
“Silver?” She stares between me and Cole, who’s still standing at the door. “I thought we were going to play. What is your sister doing here?”
Sister.
Freaking sister?
“Kicking your butt out.” I gather her stupid skirt and T-shirt off the floor and hand them to her. “Out.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She has an annoying voice that I want to hit the mute button for. “What makes you the boss of me?”
I grab her by the arm, my nails digging into her flesh.
She whines. “Stop her, Cole.”
He doesn’t.
He just stands at the entrance with that blank expression that I’m sure harbours the devil and his minions.
Ignoring him, I drag Jennifer outside and throw her clothes behind her.
She picks them up, shaking her head. “No one mentioned anything about a crazy sister.”
“I’m not his fucking sister!” I slam the door shut to mute her voice.
My breathing is shallow and harsh as I stand facing the door.
There. Another one out of the way.
Mum is right. Women can conquer.
“Not my fucking sister, huh?” A sinister voice whispers from behind me.
It’s then I realise what I’ve done and that I’m all alone with Cole.
Now that I stopped whatever he was planning, I can go. I place my hand on the handle when he speaks, “Leave and I’ll call Jennifer to finish what we started.”
I whirl around and fold my arms over my chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Proving that you want me, even if you don’t like to admit it.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
He strokes a strand of hair behind my ear, murmuring, “We both know you’re a liar.”
My breathing loses its regular rhythm as his hand stays beside my face.
“You dressed up for me, put on red lipstick, your fuck-me heels, and your favourite Chanel perfume.” He sniffles me, and I fight the need to lean in and smell him too. “But I prefer your hair loose.”
He tugs on the pin holding my blonde strands, letting them fall in cascades down my back. “You shouldn’t be jealous of Jennifer.”
“Stop saying that. I’m not.”
“Is that why you kicked her out?”
“I kicked her out because she’s fake. She’s not me, okay?”
