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“Alexa Sutton will be coming with me.” Beck, Crue and Saint frown for a beat until Beck clicks.
“Cody’s sister?” he breathes out.
“Yes,” I grit out.
“Why the fuck is she meeting us there?” Saint asks.
“Oh, she isn’t meeting us there, she’ll be flying in with dear old Corv, it makes sense they should fly together since she is living with him.” I’m going to fucking kill Darius when I see the smug prick.
“What the fuck!”
“Dude!”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” The three of them say at once. I ignore their questions.
“None of you get a say in this shit. She’s staying with me for a while longer until she moves into her dorm room. I don’t want to hear a fucking word about it from any of you—.”
Crus cuts me off before I can finish. “Katie told us she’s seventeen. What the fuck are you doing with a minor, Corvin?” I scrub a hand down my face in frustration, I don’t need his shit today and I sure as fuck don’t need their judgment.
“She isn’t fifteen, dumbass, she is legal to consent,” I growl, getting fucking annoyed now. “Keep your noses out of my shit. I don’t need you guys lecturing me. I know it’s fucked up and wrong but…” I have no idea how to voice what the fuck is happening between me and Alexa.
“You don’t need to say anything,” Becks says. “I may be wrong but this is the first time you’ve answered a group call since you left so she has my vote.” I frown.
“Vote for what?” I ask.
“Clearly whatever she is doing is helping bring you out of the pits of despair. The fact she is Cody’s sister is weird is fuck but who are we all to judge. I mean, your best friend is fucking your little sister.” Crue and Saint burst out laughing while Darius fires off at Beck. I’ll admit that stupid ass comment has me smiling. I spend the next hour filling them on what shit Alexa has pulled and yes, they all fucking laughed their asses off. We end the call after managing to talk about business for a minute. I dig into my workload, I’m on a roll and smashing through all of it when a knock on the door draws my attention. I look up to see Alexa standing there awkwardly.
“You okay?” I ask, a whoosh of air escapes her and her shoulders deflate. I climb to my feet, round the desk and don’t stop until I’m standing in front of her. “Jail bait?” I push.
She slowly lifts her gaze back to mine before she speaks. “Some lady just dropped off bags of clothes. I told her I’d come to get you but she said not to worry because they’re all for me. I never asked you to buy me shit, Corvin. I’m not your charity case!” I knew she would be pissed about this.
“If you don’t like them, sell them, give them to charity because I don’t give a fuck. You have a backpack with clothes in it, jail bait. You needed new shit so I got it for you. No strings attached, okay? Your books will be delivered today as well.”
“Stop.” I clamp my mouth closed. “Stop doing all of this shit for me! I don’t need you to do any of it, I don’t want any of it.”
“Then fucking dump it! I don’t care what the fuck you do with it. I did it to help you not piss you off. I have to head to practice. Come, stay or do whatever you want,” I say as I brush past her and head upstairs to change.
* * *
Travis pushed me fucking hard today and I needed it. I was too caught up in my own head and needed to focus on something else. I half expect to walk outside and find my car gone but low and behold, there it is unscathed without a scratch on it. The whole drive home I’m a ball of nerves, I’m worried that she has either burnt the building down or done something fucking crazy. You never fucking know when it comes to Alexa.
Pulling into the underground garage I debate if I should stay in the car or just get this shit over with and see what damage she has caused now.
“Fuck it,” I grit out as I climb out of the car and head for the elevator. The whole way up, I keep shifting from foot to foot anxiously. When the elevator announces we’re on my floor, I slam my eyes closed and take a breath before slowly opening them and stepping out cautiously. I feel like a kid playing army men the way I stick to the wall and peek around each corner like someone is about to jump out and fight me or some shit. An aroma that has my mouth watering greets me as I slowly slink around the corner into the kitchen. I poke my head around the side and my mouth drops open in shock at the sight. I trip over my own feet and catch myself on the edge of the counter. Alexa turns away from the stove and shoots me a questioning look.
“You look constipated,” she deadpans.
I shake my head and stand up straight as I look around the kitchen. She’s cooked and it smells divine, but I’m also scared shitless that she has poisoned the food or worse, done a Leah and put laxatives in it. I climb onto one of the stools and watch her as she goes about her business. I’m twenty and have no fucking idea how to cook shit without burning it, so the fact a seventeen-year-old is in my kitchen and cooking a gourmet fucking meal has me feeling slightly inadequate.
She flips one of the steaks in the pan and peers at me over her shoulder and asks, “How was practice, darling?” I can’t contain the laughter that bubbles out of me. She shoots me a smile and a wink as she goes back to her task.
Once I manage to get my laughter under control, I answer her, “Fucking hard. I needed it though.” She nods her head as she begins to remove pans from the elements and starts plating the food. Fuck me, she’s made steak, greens, mashed potatoes, pumpkin and some other shit that smells scrumptious and has my mouth watering. She rounds the counter and places the plate in front of me and claims the stool beside me with her plate in front of her. Everything looks amazing but still, I don’t touch a single thing.
“Dig in.” I side eye her and watch as she digs into her meal, fuck this. I reach out and snag her plate ignoring her protests and switch it with mine. “What the hell, Reaper?”
I pin her with a dry stare. “Seriously? After all the shit you’ve pulled you really think I trust you enough to eat something you’ve made and not think it’s laced with something?” She scrunched her face in thought for a second before shrugging her shoulders and nodding.
“Fair enough.” Why the fuck does that answer not put me at ease? I watch her out of the corner of my eye start to eat again and decide to take the risk of trying it. I mean, if I die, at least I know she’ll be stuck in here with my rotting corpse—I made sure not to give her the pin to the elevator. I moan at the taste of the food. She’s a fucking amazing cook and holy shit, I’ve never tasted a steak that can melt in your mouth like this one.
