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“Oh, jail bait.” He tsks me and I tense, something isn’t right. He’s supposed to be pissed and going off the deep end, not looking at me like this. “If you thought the idea of having a cock in my ass would send me into a fit of rage, then you’re not as smart as you thought you were.” My jaw unhinges, drawing a chuckle from him. “One of my best friends is in love with the other one, I have no issues with embracing my sexuality.”
“What?” I screech, earning a wicked smirk from him.
“Oh, baby, thing is I’m not pissed at you about this, I’m actually kind of impressed at the lengths you are willing to go through.” I swallow waiting for him to deliver the punchline that I know is coming.
“But?” I push earning a wink from him.
“You know you have to deal with Darius when I tell him you used his girlfriend’s picture on an ad offering sexual favors and believe me, I’m the nice one out of the two of us.” I feel like I should be worried, but I’m not. Darius means nothing to me and it’s not like I’m ever going to see the guy. “I can’t wait to see your face when we catch up with them at the cabin for Easter—"
“What the fuck?” I cut in.
He just smirks and shrugs his shoulders. “See, before your little stunt interrupted things. Troy was here to tell me he managed to get your case thrown out on the terms you agreed to probation–which of course you did.” I balk at him. “You also have to do community service for a couple of months. We managed to get the courts to agree to allow you to complete your service on campus cleaning the workshops.” Everything else he said flees my mind.
“Workshops?” He nods. He thinks he’s delivered me the worst news in the world, but in truth, this is the best news I have gotten since losing my sister.
“Deal.”
He scrunches his face in confusion. “What?”
“I said deal, I’ll do it.” He eyes me warily, clearly sensing something is up.
“Why aren’t you fighting me on this? I just told you that you’re spending Easter with me and my friends, you have to stay here and you also have to clean the workshops on campus.”
“I’m not like my sister, I don’t do dancing and girly shit. Cleaning the workshops on campus means I get to fuck around with engines and tools. That’s my jam, so I guess I should thank you.” He pins me with a surprised look.
“You want to be a mechanic?” Out of nowhere the feeling of shame that always accompanies me when I tell someone what I want to do with my life rears its ugly head. This is what happens when you have a father and mother that tell you for years that this is a man’s world and a woman working in a male predominant industry isn’t right. I expect him to laugh and say the same thing as my parents when I nod my confirmation and drop my chin to my chest. A growl comes from him before he’s gripping my chin and forcing my gaze back to his. I don’t see doubt or laughter in his eyes as I expected. “Why are you hiding?” I shrug instead of answering, earning an annoyed sigh from him. “You steal my car, burn it out, smash it to pieces, trash my house and nearly rip my balls off and don’t get embarrassed over that, but the fact you want to work on cars does?”
I huff out a laugh, he isn’t wrong. “It’s stupid I know–”
“No, it’s not. Who the fuck says it is?” I try to look away again, but his hold on my chin hardens, keeping me in place to answer him.
“My parents, okay? I’m not like my sisters and want to be a housewife, go shopping every fucking day and spend money like it means nothing. I want to work, fix cars and eventually build my own and earn a living. Don’t fucking judge me,” I snarl, my defenses are up high now, I don’t care if he laughs at me because one day I will fucking do it and prove them all wrong.
“Well your parents are dicks.” My eyes bulge. “I think that’s fucking cool. I know my opinion doesn’t mean shit but for it’s worth, I think that is wicked that you know what you want from life. You have a meeting with the dean tomorrow after me, you’ll start school in the fall here in North Carolina. Until then, I’ll see what I can do about getting permission for you to sit in on some classes until then.” I sit here stunned fucking speechless, I don’t know what to say. “All your tuition will be covered, you won’t have to worry about that or your accommodation, I’ll cover it all.” I stare at him with my mouth open and at a loss for words. He releases me and climbs to his feet. He turns to head back downstairs but my words stop him.
“Why are you doing this?” He keeps his back to me as he answers.
“Because I want to help you. I have the means to do it so why not?” He turns to peer down at me over his shoulder. “I also don’t expect you to fuck me to pay your rent.” I snort as he laughs, then makes his way back downstairs to Troy.
I lay back on the carpet and close my eyes as I let myself absorb what he just said. He didn’t laugh at me or even try to steer me on a different path, he actually encouraged me and said he would pay for my schooling. My father refused to pay for it and said to get scholarships to cover everything because he wouldn’t support a daughter who was only setting herself up to fail.
Corvin
Alexa and I have spent the whole day cleaning up the mess she made. No matter how much shit we pick up, there just never seems to be an end in sight. At around eight I call it quits and told her to order something from the menus in the drawer while I make a call to get someone to come clean this fucking place tomorrow while we’re out. I also need to get someone to deliver groceries since she threw everything out of the fridge and now it’s spoiled. The girl doesn’t even seem like she feels guilty for destroying my house. Truth be told, I bought the penthouse fully furnished, so none of this shit I was emotionally attached to.
The girl probably did me a favor by trashing the place, but I won’t tell her that. I’ll make some calls tomorrow and have someone come out and redo the whole fucking penthouse. Walking into the kitchen, I don’t see her so I head down the hallway toward her room and stop when I hear her speaking on the phone with someone, in a hushed tone.
“I said no. Don’t come out here.” She pauses as she listens to what the other person is saying. “I don’t give a shit, we’re done and you’re a junkie that needs fucking rehab. We were good together until you thought it was a good idea to use my fucking face as a punching bag, Jason.” My restraint snaps, I barge into her room. Ignoring the shocked gasp that slips from her, yank the phone out of her hold, then bring it to my ear.
“I’m coming and there isn’t anything you can do to stop me!” The cunt seethes. I keep my angry glare on the defiant firecracker in front of me as I speak.
“She may not be able to stop you but I will. You step a single foot in North Carolina, you scummy piece of shit, and it will be my hands beating your fucking face for fun.” I end the call and shove her phone in my pocket. That seems to be the thing that snaps her out of her stupor.
“What the fuck, I told you to stay the fuck out of my shit, asshole!”
“I told you never to speak to that cunt again in my house,” I shout back. “I warned you there would be consequences.”
“Fuck you and fuck your stupid ass–” I don’t allow her to finish before I wrap my hand around her throat and glide her across the room until she smacks against the wall with a grunt. Fire burns in the depths of her eyes as she scowls up at me.
