Her cheeks turn hot red as she stares at me with flaring nostrils. The old Kimberly would’ve turned and walked into her house, punched a pillow, and then watched one of her Korean soap operas while cursing my name.
This time, however, she storms back towards me until her chest nearly grazes my crossed arms and points a finger at me. “Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me that way?”
“Are we really going down that road, Berly?”
Her finger that was being pointed at me drops to her side. The deep green of her eyes widens until it almost swallows her face.
No, she’s not beautiful. She’s fucking disgusting.
D.I.S.G.U.S.T.I.N.G.
Spell it out until you learn it by heart, fucking arsehole.
Thanks for the tip, brain.
“While you were parading around, Kirian was on the verge of crying because the driver picked him up from school. Stop telling him not to call me or you won’t like how I react.”
Fine, so Kirian wasn’t on the verge of crying because she didn’t pick him up, but he was on the verge of crying because of her, so that counts.
“He’s my brother.” She stands her ground.
“And I’m telling you that you’re not doing a good job at being his sister, considering your whorish ways and all.”
“Oh, really?” She folds her arms, mimicking my position. “So I should leave him with you to learn your manwhorish ways?”
“Careful, Berly. Your jealousy is showing.”
“Screw you.”
“Is that what you want to see? Me screwing someone? Me shoving my dick in another girl’s mouth or cunt or arse while you bite your tongue because it’s never going to be you?”
Her lower lip trembles, but she clamps it down and says in a calm voice, “You’re the last person I would ever want.”
Then she turns around and strides to her house, the skirt riding up her thighs with every harsh movement.
I have to spin around and stop watching her.
She better keep her word and never want me.
Lewis Knight might be my worst enemy, but Kimberly Reed is the person I hate the most on the face of this fucking planet.
4
Kimberly
I fly down the stairs, carrying Kir’s coat. I can’t believe he almost tricked me into going out without wearing it.
That little shit and his mischievousness will be the death of me someday.
At our living area, I help him put it on and zip it.
“I can do it on my own,” he whines.
“Uh-huh. Like removing it on the way out.”
He grins, then pretends to be pouty. “We’re late for Elsa.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s not going to work. Stay still.”