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When five minutes goes past, I think he has given up on replying until my phone rings. Corvin doesn’t move an inch, so I lull myself into thinking he isn’t paying attention and decide to answer Jason’s call, and end this back and forth once and for all.
“What?” I snap, low enough not to garner Corvin’s attention, last thing I need is him putting his nose in where it doesn’t belong. I fucked up this morning and I won’t let him catch me slipping again.
“Sweet juice, don’t fucking push me.” I can already tell from the tone of his voice he’s high. Jason comes from a wealthy family, which means he always has money at his fingertips to buy his next fix. His parents won’t send him to rehab, there is no way Lauren and Kevin London would have the stain of their son needing to go to rehab on their perfect image. I turn away from Corvin and take a calming breath, knowing that this conversation will only end in him making threats that he’ll find me and make me love him again.
“Don’t call me that,” I hiss. “I’m not pushing you, Jason. I’m telling you for the last time that there is nous, we are done.”
“Why?” I close my eyes. Ever since Cody told me about her friend's stalker and the lengths that crazy bastard went through to get her, it woke me up to the fact that Jason is just as crazy as him. I went back to him every time because I had nowhere else to go. I knew if I had asked Cody she would have taken me in but she was in college and just starting her life, I couldn’t burden my sister with that. The last time she and I made that promise to each other, I never went back. I went back to my parents for a while, until I couldn’t handle the arguing with my mom every day and my dad telling me I wouldn’t amount to anything. So I packed my shit and couch surfed for a while until I ended up here.
“Because I refuse to be on the receiving end of your fucking fists any longer. You need help, Jason, and I’ve told you this for a long time now–”
“I’m getting help, baby. I want you back. I’m nothing without you, Lexi.” Before I can respond, the phone is ripped out of my hand. I spin around and stumble back a step at the sight of a red-faced Corvin, standing there with my phone against his ear.
“You motherfucker!” he growls down the phone. “You ever come near her again and I’ll fucking kill you.” He ends the call and tosses my phone onto the counter. His chest rises and falls in quick succession, his fists clench at his sides as he stares down at me.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I shout.
“He laid his fucking hands on you?” he grits out through clenched teeth.
Shame washes over me and I dart my gaze away from him. He closes the space between us and pinches my chin between his fingers, forcing my gaze back to him.
“Answer me, jail bait.” My nostrils flare.
“What the fuck is it to you if he did?”
“No man gets to lay his hand on a woman and hurt her–”
I scoff, cutting him off and shove against his chest but he doesn’t shift an inch. “But you can break my sister’s heart and that’s okay?” I may not have been able to physically move him but my words hit hard. He stumbles backward until he smacks into the counter, staring down at me with an unreadable look on his face. “You don’t get to butt into my business. You just fucking poured gasoline on that smoldering fire and now I’m gonna have to try to put it out again!” I make my escape, only to be yanked backward by my wrist. A hand wraps around my throat and then I’m slammed against the fridge. Corvin gets right in my face. I balk at him. Never once did Cody mention him ever getting handsy with her, so he has me at a disadvantage here.
“You ever have contact with that cunt you let between your legs again in my house, you will see a side of me your sister never got to.” My eyes widen and before I can utter a single word, he stalks up the stairs leaving me standing here reeling. He comes back down, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt and doesn’t spare me a single glance, before storming toward the elevator and leaving me alone in his penthouse.
What the fuck just happened?
I pull my shit together after a few minutes and drag my sorry ass over to the sofa and drop down into it as I replay what the fuck just happened in my head, trying to make sense of Corvin’s reaction to my ex. I scream in fright when my phone begins to ring in my hand. When I see who is calling, I decide at this moment the universe hates me! Before I can talk myself out of it and needing a distraction from what the hell just happened, I answer the call.
“What do you want, Katie?” I haven’t spoken to her since the funeral, not through her lack of trying though.
“Alexa.” She sounds surprised and I don’t blame her. Half the time I either let her calls ring out or send them to voicemail.
“Yeah?”
“Sorry, I’m just shocked you answered is all.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, well, I’m just full of surprises, what do you want?”
“Just to check on you and see–”
“How I’m doing?” I don’t give her a chance to respond. “Just fucking peachy. My best friend slash sister was murdered and I live with her ex fuck buddy who bailed me out of jail because I set his car on fire. So ya know, life is just fucking peachy.” The sarcasm is thick in my tone but I give zero fucks.
“Wow, that’s a lot.” She laughs but it’s forced. I remain silent, not having anything to say. She was Cody’s best friend, not mine, and honestly, it pisses me off that they can all go on and live their lives while my sister is rotting in the ground. “Lexi, do you think living with Corvin is a good idea?”
Of course, it isn’t but if I’m to destroy his life like I plan to then being here is the best place. “I mean, you already busted us fucking once, what more could happen?”
“Alexa, you’re seventeen and he’s twenty soon to be twenty-one. If you think something between you two can happen–”
I cut in before she can continue. “What I do is none of your business. Just go back to playing with the two dicks you have chasing after you and let me worry about myself, huh?” I don’t wait for a reply and end the call, throw my head back and groan in frustration. Fuck everybody, them thinking they can tell me what to do. I’ve managed to do fine for myself all the time and I don’t fucking need their pity or charity. I mean fuck, my own parents hopped on a plane two days after we buried Cody and flew to Thailand and never once asked me if I wanted to go. Shit, they haven’t even called me since they left!
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