Fuck, I want to throw her on this table and rip her clothes off.
“Plus, you had that entire bottle of wine. What kind of stepbrother would I be if I made you drive after that?”
Her eyes fall on the wine bottle that sits in the middle of the table. I brought it back down here for her to see how good of a job she did at cleaning it. Not a single drop of cum on it.
I watch her cheeks go red, and she drops her eyes to the floor.
“That’s so nice of you, Colton.” Her mother smiles at me. “Thanks for looking out for my girl. I worry about her.”
“Of course.” I bite back a smile.
“That’s Colt for you,” my father adds. “Always the gentleman.”
My little slut snorts at that, and her mother leans in, kissing her forehead. “Honey, you’re sweating. Are you okay?” She places her hand on her forehead, but Raylee pulls away. “You feel warm too. You should go home and go to bed. Get some rest.”
“Yes, Raylee. I think you should stay in bed the rest of the day. You must be exhausted.” She glares at me. “If you’re better later tonight, you can have another bottle of wine. Maybe champagne this time. They’re bigger than wine bottles, ya know? Might take you less time to achieve your goal with one of those.”
“I’m out.” She practically runs out of the formal dining room, understanding exactly what I was saying.
“Thanks for lunch,” I tell them and then follow her out the door to her car sitting in the driveway. I snatch the keys from her hand and jump into the driver’s side before she can protest.
She stays silent on the way back to our house and is out of the car the moment I come to a stop. I debate running after her but decide to let it go. The longer I let her fester, the angrier she’ll be with me.
Entering the house much slower than her, I make my way to Finn’s room on the third floor. I find him sitting on his bed while scrolling through his cell. “Take the video down,” I tell him.
He looks up at me, pulling the sucker from between his lips with a slurp. “Sure about that?”
I nod. “It was only there for Nate to see. He saw it.” After she left me alone in her bathroom earlier this morning, I got dressed and went downstairs to dig through her car. I knew she had a date with him last night, and she didn’t bring him back to our house for a reason. She didn’t want him to ask why she was setting my car on fire. And he wouldn’t have shown up unless he wanted something from her. It had to have been his phone. That’s the only thing that explained why he hadn’t seen the video yet. You can only guess how excited I was when I found it in her center console.
The bitch is crazy but predictable.
His fingers fly across the screen, and then a few seconds later, he drops it to his bed. “Done.”
I go to exit the room, but Alex enters. “You guys want to go out tomorrow night?”
“What do you have in mind?” Finn asks him.
He shuts the door and then walks to the end of the bed. “Mike is having a party—”
“No thanks,” I interrupt him. I can’t stand that motherfucker. We were once friends in high school, then Raylee came along. I told you everything went to shit the moment I met her.
“Well, I just overheard Raylee talking on the house phone—”
“Why was she on the house phone?” Finn wonders.
“Something about losing her cell.” He rolls his eyes, waving his hand in the air. “Anyway, she’s going to be there with Tatum. Thought we’d join them.”
Over my dead body will I allow her to go to his party without me there. I guess I can tolerate him for one night. Who am I to miss an opportunity to show everyone that she belongs to fucking me now? Especially the guy she lost her virginity to.
Five years ago
I pull up to my father’s house when my cell rings. “Hello?” I answer when I see it’s Alex.
“Hey, man. I got some gossip.”
He’s such a chick. “I’m sure it’s something I couldn’t care less about.”
“It’s about Raylee.”
I stop walking and spot her car in the driveway next to mine. My father bought her a car for her seventeenth birthday, and when he told her she could have anything, she picked out a white BMW. I almost rolled my eyes at her selection. She always beats me home. I have football practice after school. “I’m listening.”
“She fucked Mike last night at his party.”
My teeth grind. I told her not to go. Did she sneak out? No. I would have heard her. Someone would have texted me that she was there. “No, she didn’t—”