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Or maybe it’s jealousy.
Probably a little of both.
Most people think he’s only friends with my sister because he wants to fuck her, but I know better. I know what he really wants, and it fucking kills him that he can’t have it.
“The fuck are you still doing here?” I ask him, purposely crooking my finger inside Carter to make him moan, licking a long line up the side of his neck.
Xavi’s eyes narrow on me, but then he slides that easy grin of his back into place, making a point to lift his middle finger up before slamming the door on his way out.
Fucking brat.
“Baby boy got his feelings hurt,” Carter jokes, a knowing laugh escaping him when I push his head back by his jaw and dig my fingers into his face.
“Shut up.”
6
XAVI
Present
“He really left you out here in the cold?” Carter laughs, grinning down at me as he takes in the bruises on my face and the blood on my chin.
“What did you expect, Carter?” I glare at him as I move to stand, ignoring his hand when he holds it out in offering. “You told me you wouldn’t blindside him.”
“And you believed me?”
Not really.
But what choice did I have? Carter did me a favor. He saved my ass, in more ways than one. And anyone who knows Carter Westwood knows he doesn’t do shit for anyone for free. This is the price I’m paying. Move in with them for my first year of college—or for what’s left of it, at least. I wasn’t in the best shape back in September, which is why I’m starting my freshman year in January.
“Come on.” He walks for the house and tosses me a key. “Your room’s upstairs, third door on the right.” He smirks over his shoulder. “Nate’s is the second.”
Of course it is.
I grab the one bag I brought with me and sling it over my shoulder. He opens the front door, and I hesitate at the threshold, running my thumb over the jagged edge of the key at my side. “He hates me, Carter.”
He stops and turns to face me. Slowly running his eyes over my body from head to toe, he nods as he takes in my appearance. ”I think you’ll live.”
I fucking doubt it, but okay.
I follow him inside and through to the massive kitchen on the left, taking in the bright, white walls and the dark, wooden countertops, the sink free of dishes and the appliances all lined up just so. This place is spotless, but that doesn’t surprise me. Nate’s a clean freak. If he doesn’t scrub this place himself, I’d bet money he pays someone to do it for him. Probably inspects every inch of the house from top to bottom every time he comes home.
“What are you smiling at?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head. “Where’s your room?”
“Right opposite Nate’s.”
“What about the girl?” I ask, trying to act unphased as I set my bag down on the floor next to the island. “Frankie. Does she have her own room?”
“Yeah, but she sleeps in Nate’s most of the time.”
I nod and look away, annoyed at the stab of jealousy twisting my insides. “Right.”
Carter smirks again and opens the freezer door, grabbing an ice pack and wrapping it up in a hand towel. “Here,” he says, tipping his chin at my face as he passes it over.
I take it and hold it up to my cheek, watching as he wets another towel at the sink and walks over to me. My ass is against the counter, and then suddenly he’s right against me, gently taking my jaw in his hand to wipe the blood off. I wince and turn my face away, taking the towel from him to do it myself. He grins wickedly as he steps away, hands raised in mock surrender. I narrow my eyes, still unsure what the fuck he thinks he’s playing at. He’s always loved messing with people, but this is fucked up, even for him.
