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Pushing my chair out behind me, I stand and storm away from the table in favour of the peace of the bathroom.
“Fuck,” I bark as I swing the door so hard it crashes back against the wall with a thud. “FUCK.”
Marching toward the urinal, I do my thing, thankfully in solitude as I try to figure out how the hell I’m going to get away from Darcie and her freshly waxed cunt without making Oak even more suspicious.
Fuck it. Do I even care?
Maybe I should speed up my plans and let him discover the truth and drop Olivia as quickly as I picked her up.
My chest twists uncomfortably at that thought, but I tell myself it’s because I haven’t gotten everything I want from her yet.
I want her trust, her truth… her heart.
Until I get that, I don’t hold enough power over her to do what I need to do. And fuck, do I need it.
The need for vengeance surges through me once more as I think through my plan. Expose her, leave, and start over with the money I’ve been siphoning out of my trust fund.
No one even has to know where I go. I can disappear and start over somewhere far, far away from Saints Cross and All Hallows’.
I’ve just tucked myself back into my trousers when the door swings closed. At first, I fear that Darcie has followed me and is about to jump me in her need to finally stop lying about getting up close and personal with my dick.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I find Oak watching me as he makes his way to my side of the room. “What?” I ask, already more than fed up with his assessing gaze.
“Anyone would think you don’t want to get laid.”
“Maybe I don’t,” I mutter, heading for the row of basins to wash my hands.
His eyes follow me, and I watch as he studies me in the mirror. “Darcie is fucking gagging for it, man. And she’s not wearing any knickers.”
“Then you fuck her. I’m not interested in her sour cunt.”
“You know, you never used to be this fussy.”
“And you never used to be such a prick, but things change, huh?”
He continues to glare at me, his jaw ticking with frustration.
“What?”
“When are you going to start telling me the truth?” he asks, making my heart lurch and my stomach turn over.
“I am. I don’t want Darcie’s overused pussy. Can’t get more honest than that. If you’re so concerned about her getting off tonight, then invite her to join you and Misty. Something tells me she’d be more than up for it.”
“That’s not the fucking truth and you know it.”
“Do I?” I hiss, shaking the water from my hands and finally turning to face him.
Tension and all the things that are currently going unspoken between us crackle, turning the air thick and unbearable.
The little boy who used to live for time with his best friend begs for me to be honest with him and take the beating that’s sure to come. But the bitter, angry, and betrayed man that is standing before him has very, very different ideas.
“I need you to prove me wrong, Whitfield. I need you to get these fucking crazy ideas out of my head before I do something really fucking stupid.”
His shoulders relax a little as he silently begs me to do something to prove I’m not fucking his sister.
“And how exactly is fucking that desperate whore out there going to prove anything?”
“It just fucking will.”
