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Texas: Maybe she’s really just your stalker, and is stalking me to get to you instead? Ever think about that? Don’t worry though, she’ll probably sacrifice you next time she pulls out the Ouija board. Good luck, you’ll need it.
I followed it up with a GIF of Dr Evil from the Austin Powers movie, placing his pinkie finger on the corner of his mouth.
Preston’s eyes never let up for one second as I tipped my head back, draining the drink. I placed the finished coffee cup in the dishwasher, slamming it closed which I hoped emphasised how much I wanted to avoid this conversation, but with Preston… he always managed to squeeze the words that were choked in your throat. Asshole.
“Just shared a few messages with Milla, that’s all…”
It wasn’t even anything newsworthy, just a few basic messages back and forth. I wouldn’t deny that it settled a part of me, knowing I could just reach out to her again with a simple call or message. Or even visit her in person.
I swear he was like an excitable puppy when it came to anything concerning her, eyes lit up in delight.
“You really don’t care if I’m chatting with her, when you’ve got whatever it is going on together?” I asked, genuinely curious.
Because we’d spoken about sharing her years back once we’d grown up, and yeah, maybe recently too. However, I still needed to be certain before I followed through on anything.
My brothers came before anything, anybody. It was overshare sometimes. He’d told us about his one-on-one time together with Milla. I couldn’t say it didn’t get my cock hard listening to it. Idiot never followed through and fucked her though, which sort of surprised me. Then again, from what I’d heard, I believed they’d had a fun playtime. Seemingly, her tastes matched his, and all of ours.
“I really don’t.” He waved off my concern. “Always been us three, and her.” He shrugged as if it was that simple, when it wasn’t.
This wasn’t a happily ever after where we rode off into the sunset together. I wouldn’t burst his bubble of optimism though. Deep down, he knew it too, but chose to see the brighter side of life where possible. We needed someone to bring that raw laughter and unending hope into our lives. Preston did that; what she used to do too, however, it didn’t take away from that other side of him.
Hollis and I tended to sit within the darker sides of our personalities too often. Preston just suppressed his, for good reason.
Could it be possible that my destructive heart could beat once again? The thought of this siren of a girl had reached behind my ribs and kick-started the thump of my heart.
I would have tanked it up to indigestion, but it happened every time I saw her face in passing, whenever I received her messages and heard her spoken about.You know what it is, idiot. Just admit it.
Nope. I shoved that voice in the back of my head away. He had a bit too much sense sometimes.
* * *
Hunched over one of the library desks on campus, I finished up the last of my assignments for my class. Textbooks were scattered all over the place along with notes I’d scribbled in my sloppy handwriting.
Needing to get out of the house, I dragged my ass here to be able to concentrate. I became too distracted at Hollis’ house… well, my home technically too. Not that I’d let his head explode with happiness by acknowledging that he purchased the house specifically for us three. His ego didn’t need any encouragement.
After messing around for far too long with my education, I’d decided to take it seriously a while back. Dad threatened to kick me from the Owls if I didn’t leave university with a degree. While I didn’t think he’d actually take that route, I wasn’t going to test it. Plus, to be fair, I’d be stupid not to make the most of the free education I’d been given by my family via the Penn legacy. As Hollis always reminded me on a near daily basis. Okay, not daily, maybe weekly. Probably monthly… but having our options opened for our futures was a worthwhile investment.
University was a short amount of time, then the world became our oyster. Knowing without a doubt that we’d continue working within the Owls, it was a calling. Especially for me. I needed it like I needed the oxygen in the atmosphere to breathe.
The Owls weren’t ageist. My dad and plenty of other elders were in their forties and fifties, there were others in their thirties too, and then us, the younger generation. And they still worked the system down to a tee. It was essential to have other business interests though to deflect the attention from our main profession, seeing as the society was a well-hidden secret that dated back decades.
Chattering distracted me from my concentration as a body positioned itself on the table, right on one of the textbooks I’d been using. Grinding my teeth, I moved my glare to pin Annabelle, as she fluttered her spidery fake eyelashes at me. She was attempting to flirt. It wasn’t working.
I took a wild guess, correct in how I knew it was her. I’d know that sickly sweet perfume anywhere; she was the only female who would get all up in my space without thought. Well… except for one other.
Preston called her a stage five clinger, and he was spot on. It didn’t bother me beforehand when I welcomed the attention, plus the added extras. She’d been a good easy lay, not gonna lie. But I’d been putting her off for weeks now, even though my dick was in need of some special treatment. I wasn’t going to look too far into why I’d been denying myself. Nope.
“Hey, darling,” she cooed.
I wasn’t her anything. I hid the cringe that wanted to form on my face.Had her voice gotten more irritating?Couldn’t say I made a note of it beforehand.
I leaned back in my seat, my thumb rubbing over my bottom lip, so that she was outta my personal space. I hated it when people inserted themselves into your arm’s length range without permission.
In my line of work, sneaking up on me and entering that space could get you seriously hurt or killed. Annabelle’s not even on the scale of people I wanted to hurt though. She was just aggravating. She knew the score with me. Each woman did. Just because she bounced on my dick a few extra times more than others, she believed it gave her sole rights to claim it. She wished.
“Alright?” I grunted, not really caring for the answer, but I was trying to reel back in the asshole behaviour to around fifty percent, just so I didn’t have to deal with the drama. Because this girl oozed dramatics.
“I’m good.” She giggled. “I’ve messaged you a few times.”
