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Hex arrived home about twenty minutes after me, he didn’t say two words to anyone as he locked himself in his room.
I haven’t seen him since.
Thank fuck.
Sitting at dinner, I push my food around my plate. I don’t know why but I feel super shitty about how I treated Hex. I know I shouldn’t do, but I do. I can’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy what we did, but I think I am more annoyed with myself.
My eyes lift from my plate when I hear footsteps hitting the dark, hardwood floor behind me and my heart skips a beat.
“Hexley,” Christopher says as he pulls the seat out next to me for Hex to sit down. I scrunch my nose, it’s so weird to hear him called by his first name in full. I give in to the pull, turning my head to look at him through my lashes. He is wearing cotton shorts and a fitted white tee, his hair is damp and he smells fresh and delicious. Thoughts run to him in the shower, naked. His thick, large cock being fisted by me, my tongue flicking over his pierced head. I press my thighs together to dull the ache, but my stomach is alight with a burning desire that I can’t seem to dampen.
Conversation flows between our parents and Hex’s fingertips brush against the inside of my bare thighs, edging towards the hem of my silk short pyjamas.
My breath quivers.
My mom clears the plates, Christopher following and disappearing. I take that as my cue to stand and leave. I am embarrassed by my behaviour and just want to hide away in my room. I press my lips into a thin line as I push out my chair, the legs scraping on the hardwood floor. I ignore the pull to look at Hex; we’re no good for each other. Stepping down the hallway, I pace my steps until I round the corner and I bolt upstairs.
Chapter Five
I layon my bed watchingGossip Girland I can’t help but love the toxicity between Chuck and Blair, and suddenly, I feel like I am watching myself and Hex on the tele.
I was the ‘it’ girl, he was the ‘it’ boy. We clashed, even more so when either one of us were in a relationship. I hated the fact that he was with someone and vice versa. The hate I felt for that boy coursed through my veins like venom and I am sure the feeling was mutual, and yet I still craved his attention, whether it was good or bad.
I sit up when I hear the creak of the floorboards outside my door, my heart thrashing in my chest and my breaths silent.
It's him.
It’s always him.
He paces up and down outside the hall before he slips into his bedroom and slams the door.
But tonight, he didn’t. He just walked straight past.
Disappointment courses through me when I hear his heavy footsteps pace down the stairs. My heart sinks, I take a moment and I annoy myself that I am letting this bother me so much.
Pressing play on the tele, I fall back into my bed and let the thoughts of Hex leave my mind for an hour or so.
My eyes feel heavy, but I am thirsty. Swinging my legs off the bed, I pad quietly across the large space that is my bedroom and gently open the bedroom door. Sticking my head out, I look up and down the hallway and breathe out a sigh of relief that he wasn’t there. Tiptoeing out, I ease down the stairs softly and rush towards the kitchen. I reach up onto my tiptoes and stretch my arm for a glass, my top riding up as I did.
I hear a noise behind me and I still, my skin erupts and my heart drums in my chest. Slowly flattening my feet against the cool tiled floor, I step back cautiously and turn to see Hex sitting near the back doors with a joint hanging from his plump lips. He doesn’t move his eyes from mine as I stalk across the kitchen and turn the faucet on, letting the cold water run for a moment before placing my glass under the running stream. I swallow, my mouth dry.
Just ignore himmy subconscious reminds me.
Turning the faucet off, I turn on my heel and pace back towards the door of the kitchen. The beat of my heart thrums, skipping beats and making me catch my breath.
“Why are you runninglittle one?” his voice echoes down the hallway, and I smirk. I turn to face him.
“Because I can’t stand to be near you,” I snap, tightening my grip on my glass, being mindful not to shatter it.
“Well, that’s not true is it?” He licks his lip, standing and stalking across the floor to me and exhaling the smoke that he has just inhaled.
“It really is.”
“You didn’t mind when you were being fucked earlier today,” smirking, he takes another long, slow drag. My eyes bug out of my head, swallowing the large lump that seems to be lodged in my throat.
“You used me,” I snap.
“Did I? Or did you use me?” he laughs softly, turning is head to the side as he slowly licks his bottom lip, sinking his teeth into it then sucking it behind his front teeth.
