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Though he doesn’t seem all that uninterested when a certain brown-haired Prince Charming is in his vicinity, which boggles my mind.
Though I’d rather he go shirtless so I can get a front-row seat to his body and possibly sink my teeth into it. Figuratively, of course. Who the fuck am I kidding? It’s definitely literally.
Who the fuck are you, Clara, and what’s your favorite way to die?
Fighting. That’s what he’s doing. He’s not enjoying the act. He’s fighting. What are you fighting, lotus flower?
Old Kolya, that is. The new one is clearly an idiot who will be written out of my will.
Show me what you got, straight boy. A frown appears between his brows as if he can hear my thoughts while I remain there watching, not the show, but his face.
relish the subtle change, how his expression morphs from control to conflicted emotions. Hate? Lust? Both fucking hot, if you ask me.
Just to fuck with him, I roll my bottom lip beneath my teeth, then mouth, “Wanna give me a hand?” His eyes spark a bright shade of blue as he jerks away from Clara almost violently.
He faces away from me, but not before I see the evidence in his shorts. My, my. Is that…a fucking erection?
I have to physically force myself to turn away, because if I don’t, I might go over there and punch Clara. Or accidentally kill her. And we don’t want a dead bimbo on our hands.
Prince Charming better watch his fucking back.
I pick up my phone and pause at the notification on the top of my screen. I open it so fast, I nearly drop the phone. So I might have been messaging Brandon on IG. You know, because I’m a goddamn pest like that.
We can do this all day, Prince Charming. Love talking to your inbox. What a fucking thrill.
Hello, lotus flower’s inbox, lovely to see you again this evening.
Happy to crush your hopes, lotus flower.
“Now, what do we fucking have here? Did a lotus get lost?”
His expression doesn’t change, imitating a perfect robot, but then he lifts his hand to the back of his neck and pulls. Hard. As if he has a beef with his own hair. That’s it, lotus flower. Break for me.
“Tomayto, tomahto. Wanna have that tour anyway?” “No.” “How about dinner?” “No.” “A drink?” “No.”
“Do you have another word in your monosyllabic asshole vocabulary tonight?”
Not when his eyes blaze a fierce blue, savage and so out of control. Hands down, the sexiest view I’ve ever seen.
“Listen to me, you thick fucker. I’ve been tolerating your nonsense for far too long, but enough is
enough. You’re not my peer, friend, or anything in between. So crawl back into your hole and stop being in my fucking space or I will...
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“That’s what she calls you, right? Baby. No, it’s the less glamorous version. Babe. Tell me the truth, did you get a boner because you were kissing her or because I got an erection for you? It’s not good form to look at a guy’s hard-on when you’re kissing your girlfriend, don’t you think?”
This is the hottest I’ve ever seen him, and I’ve always found him mouthwateringly sexy.
There will be choking, grunting, fucking, fucking, and more fucking
“Mmm. I love the sound of my name on your lips. Say it again, baby
“Tell me more. I’m getting all hot and bothered with your foreplay. I love it when you curse, baby
Brandon Uptight King steps back once, twice, and lets me push him, his eyes glazed over, and a tremor rushes through his entire body and beneath my fingers.
Bran would hit me if I were to say this out loud, but he’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“You want to know what I think, lotus flower? I think you were fighting your goddamn demons to kiss her. The deeper you went, the more forced it looked. The longer you had your mouth against hers, the more burdened you looked, so it’s
safe to say you weren’t hard because of her.”
He tastes like my own downfall and I’m ready to drown in it.
“I told you I’d beat you the fuck up if you said that again. Get the fuck out of my face, hypocrite.”
And maybe I’m on edge because I don’t want her to hate me. I hate me enough for both of us.
Pressure builds behind my skull and I want to bang it against the nearest fucking wall.
Instead, I was thinking of eyes. I don’t fucking do eyes. Eyes send my head up a fucking wall.
My gaze remains fixated on the conversation, specifically on the last word she sent. Babe. I didn’t care for it until someone else said it. Or a more intimate version of it. Now, I fucking hate it.
Every day, I think of why I lost control so easily. I was cursing out loud—not once or twice, but several times. I snapped and growled and even used violence.
It was because I felt strange, on fire, and completely out of my skin. It was because he can effortlessly rip at my control and tear it to shreds as if it was never there in the first place.
“For the life of me, I can’t understand why the hell you keep going back to the bitch. She cheated on you, multiple times, and she’s so toxic, it makes drugs look like unicorn rainbows.”
“Always deflect, little bro. Run, hide, and change the subject whenever it hits too close to home. That’s working bloody wonders for you.”
“Nikolai was bored, so I took him out for a stroll.” “Eat shit, motherfucker. I’m not a dog.
“I think I need some medical attention. My own spawn has been missing out and I didn’t know. I’m losing years of my life as we speak, I’m telling you.”
“Uh, what’s so special about the sun? The moon? The ecosystem? I can go on forever. Jesus, spawn, you’re making me look like a bad mentor.”
I didn’t beat these people up because a cunt happened to grab Brandon by his shirt or attempt to punch him. Hurt him. Right in front of me
Yeah, so I did drive my fist in Brandon’s face the last time I saw him, but only I get to do that.
Not because I followed Brandon like a creepy stalker or anything equally stupid. Okay, maybe I did, but it was only for two blocks. Maybe three. Fine. Five.
“You’re still way younger than me.” “Way? It’s only three years.” “And a half.” “And a half. Jesus. We’re still in the same damn generation. You need to chill for a bit, my dude.”
“Well, maybe you should stop giving me all these nicknames.” “Which one is your favorite?”
I’m smothered by the musk emanating from his flushed fair skin and the notes of clover and citrus in his damn hair. Fuck, his hair smells so good.
