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“What’s wrong? Can’t keep up with my stamina?”
“I’ll show you stamina.”
I laughed, hauling ass toward the kitchen. In the blink of an eye, he wrapped his arm around my waist and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
“Hayes!”
He spanked my ass, hard.
“Where are you dragging me?”
“I wouldn’t call this dragging.”
“How about torturing?’
“The only thing I’m going to torture is your throat when you’re choking on my cock.”
My mouth dropped open.
“We’re going to take a shower.”
“I was kidding! I’m not on my period.”
“Great. Then I can wash your pussy with my mouth instead.”
Oh… did he ever…
By the time he finally let me free, my legs were weak, and my voice was hoarse. I left him in the shower while I dried off before making my way back to his bedroom. I grabbed one of his shirts from his dresser, loving his scent still lingering on it.
Deciding to help him tidy up his room, I started picking up the clothes off his floor to toss them in the hamper.
“Why are guys so messy?” I whispered to myself, crawling on the ground.
If he was anything like my brothers, he’d have a pile of clothes under his bed too. I lifted the skirt and of course I was right. At least a handful of attire were hidden beneath. I pulled them out, throwing them in the hamper as well.
It was only then I noticed what appeared to be an old shoe box behind his laundry. Quickly, I released the bed shirt, but something inside of me wouldn’t let it go. He wasn’t telling me a damn about him, and my curiosity got the best of me in this unexpected situation.
Without thinking twice about it, I reached in and grabbed the box, placing it in my lap. My heart was hammering against my chest. I knew better than to snoop, this wasn’t who I was. However, even that didn’t stop me from opening the lid.
I gasped at the sight of the picture staring back at me. It was a beautiful woman, standing behind a little boy with her arms around his stomach. Hayes must have been maybe eight or nine in the photo. His eyes were a replica of hers, so was his smile.
My finger moved on their own accord, grabbing the image out of the box. For the second time in a few short minutes, I was blindsided by what I found beneath the picture.
“What the fuck?” I rasped, shaking my head. “There’s no way. How? What?”
Question after question tore through my mind in a matter of a few moments. I was frozen. Unable to move an inch. Cemented to the ground under me with the image of Hayes and his mother firmly in my hold. I don’t know how long I stayed there like that. Completely unhinged and confused.
All of a sudden, a sharp tone snapped, “What the hell are you doing?”
I jolted, caught mid act.
We locked eyes.
For the first time, it felt as if I was staring at a stranger.
“I was just trying to help you clean up your room.”
“By snooping under my bed?”
“I wasn’t. I swear I was just—” I hesitated, feeling the room closing in on me. Lifting the box, I questioned, “How do you have this, Hayes?”
His gaze shifted from me to the shattered pieces of glass scattered in his old shoe box.
“Haven, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Not what it looks like?” I bit, abruptly standing. “I know exactly what this is! So why do you have it?”
“Peach—”
“No! You don’t ignore this! Answer my fucking question!”
His jaw clenched.
“Why do you have Wilbur, my piggy bank?!”
He raised his arms in the air in a surrendering gesture.
“You need to calm down.”
“Calm down? Calm down?! How do you have this, Hayes?!”
“Fuck!” he spewed, snatching the box out of my hand. He tried to grab the picture, but I held it away from him.
“It’s funny you’re pissed at me, considering you have no fucking business prying through my stuff.”
“That’s not yours. It was mine.”
“Yeah? What about the picture you’re holding?”
“Is this your mother?”
He simply nodded, infuriating me further.
Powerless to resist, I roared, “Where is she? Huh? What did you have to do with her leaving?”
“Haven… Please…”
“Please what, Chase?”
“I know how it looks.”
“You have no idea how this looks because if you did, you would have already answered my questions!”
“Keep your fucking voice down.”
“Or what?”
His expression hardened.
“Now are you going to answer my questions?”
“I will, but not right now.”
“Why not?”
“Peach, I just need you to trust me.”
“While you continue you to hide your life from me?”
“I’m not hiding.”
“You’re withholding. Same thing!”
“Did I not just tell you to stop raising your voice at me?”
“In a second, I’m going to raise a lot more than my voice, Hayes.”
He growled, stepping back.
“What’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you as soon as I can.”
“Why not now? You’re not making any sense.”
