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It was us.
And though I’ve fucked tons of faceless, nameless women since her, I haven’t dated a single one.
I bite my lower lip and nod slowly. “You’re right. Fucking isn’t the same as dating, but you can’t seriously tell me you haven’t been with anyone else since—”
“No,” she interrupts, backing away as her eyes hit the ground. “I haven’t.”
That shouldn’t make me feel good. But it does. For one millisecond, I feel good knowing she’s been untouched since me. Then I remember who was inside her last night, and I see red.
Stepping closer, her breath catches as she lifts her eyes to mine.
“Not until you hopped into bed with my father,” I murmur, the anger in my voice clear. She looks around like she’s worried someone might’ve overheard, and I bark out a humorless laugh. “Don’t worry, Golden Girl, no one’s around. It’s still our little secret.”
The door opens, and our gazes shift to the newcomer. My brows lift as Mary heads straight for my father. He doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing, not until she’s on him.
She hisses something low enough for only him to hear, and he stiffens. He looks around, a similar expression to the one Eve just had. Our eyes meet, and I lift my hand to wave at him. His eye twitches, and a sick sense of satisfaction fills me.
Mary says something else, and his head snaps in her direction. I glance at Eve, finding her white-knuckling the paper plates she was cleaning up. She looks pissed, and I let out another laugh, shuffling closer to her.
She doesn’t bother looking at me; she just stays focused on Isaac and Mary as he drags her from the main room down the hall to his office.
“What’s the matter, little sister?” I whisper, twirling a lock of her hair around my finger. She bats my hand, but I tighten my grip. “Worried Daddy’s fucking around on you already?”
Her body stiffens and her throat bobs with worry. My hand drops away from her hair and trails down the curve of her spine lightly. A shiver chases my touch and I can’t help the grin that lifts my lips.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper, my breath ghosting over her jaw. “I’m sure you’re much tighter than her.”
Her mouth falls open, her eyes widening as the words sink in. As soon as they do, she braces her hands on my chest and shoves me away as hard as she can.
“You’re a fucking pig,” she spits, and I let out another low laugh as I pull my lighter from my pocket and turn toward the door, a cigarette already between my lips. I fucking need one.
“Actually,” I pause, glancing at her over my shoulder. I smirk as my eyes drift over her perfect body. “Maybe you’re not tighter. You seem to get around.”
With that, I spin on my heel, letting the door slam shut behind me.
Fuck her, and fuck this town.
Anxiety twists my stomach as I dry my hands on the kitchen towel. Today’s the day that Isaac leaves for South Baptist training again. He’ll be gone for two weeks instead of his usual one, which means I’m stuck with Roman for fourteen days.
Alone.
Just the two of us.
It makes me itchy, and my body too hot, in the worst way. He’s different. Of course, he’s different. He’s not the same boy I knew all those years ago. He’s a man now—a dark, damaged man who is a total fucking douche.
I hang the towel on the hook by the sink and spin around to face the kitchen. Other than Isaac’s footsteps as he walks around his bedroom, packing his last-minute items, the house is quiet. It’s almost peaceful. But I know better than to let my guard down.
Even if Roman isn’t currently here, he’s coming back. He didn’t tell us where he was heading off to this morning. He just left and promised to be back later.
Though it felt more like a threat than a promise.
Isaac’s heavy footfalls bounding down the stairs draw my attention, and I look away from the scarred table to focus on him as he enters the kitchen, his luggage in hand. He pauses, his eyes swinging around the bottom floor.
“He’s still not here,” I say, and it’s like a weight lifts off his shoulders. “You really have to go?”
He gives me a firm look, one that tells me his answer before he even speaks. His bags drop to the table and I bite my lip to stop it from trembling.
God, Eve. Why are you like this? Stop being so fucking clingy.
