“Josie’s going to come and get me in ten, no worries.” She gave me a saccharine smile before soaking her pancakes with maple syrup. She always had a sweet tooth; it was her weakness I once knew so well.
My father, Brett, reached across to pour her a glass of orange juice. “Grey won’t mind. Right, son? It’ll save Josie the hassle. We’re technically all family.”
“Uh uh,” I mumbled.Uhhh… family?Hold that shit. Olivia and I were in no way—I MEAN, no shitting me way—a family in my head. My imagination alone would get me in trouble. If they planned to marry—which I’m hoping they didn’t—I would certainly oppose it one hundred percent. It wasn’t about Laura, but definitely about Olivia. The thought of her as my stepsister killed my appetite. Hell. To. The. No.
Downing the rest of my orange juice, I gave a light shiver as my thoughts hounded about her as family. Seriously, I needed to get out of here. The woman in question was dressed to provoke more illicit thoughts from me, wearing some tight jeans that left nothing to any guy’s imagination. Looking at her straight in the eye after what my father just said, would be beyond awkward.
After a quick discussion between the adults, and Olivia telling Josie that she’d be riding with me starting tomorrow, I dashed out of there in a flash.
Once I was outside, I pulled out my keys and opened my car door.
The only thing I allowed myself to buy with my maternal grandparents’ money that I inherited as a part of my trust fund was my BMW M3 GT4, black on black. I raced as a hobby and it was the only thing that was an escape for me. So even if I wasn’t into buying expensive items, I had to give in to this sweet ride.
The car was pricey, but my car was my haven. The faster they were, the better. There was nothing more exhilarating than shifting gears through the canyons. It was a dangerous sport, but one I thrived for. I craved the adrenaline rush, that feeling when you know your blood’s humming through your veins, all set and ready to go… and the squeal of the tires, the smell of rubber and the sound of a hungry engine, was the only thing better than sex.
Sliding into my car, I sat there a moment and listened to the engine roar to life. I was frowning when I saw Olivia emerge from the front door, strutting my way before Josie’s Honda came to view. Those two were best friends. Even though Olivia and I barely spoke a word to each other, Josie and I had a friendly camaraderie. I could see her now waving towards me before Olivia blocked her from my view as she hopped into her car. She gave a quick honk and I just nodded towards them.
I hated these moments, and I usually got them once in a blue moon, but I had always wondered what the fuck really happened with Olivia. At one point, she and I were so close. I supposed I shouldn’t even be surprised. She was a bitch in the making then. After all, didn’t they say the gorgeous ones were as shallow as they came? I would normally disagree, but when it came to Liv, I had to side with that saying.
After that little spitter-spatter incident in the kitchen, I had been avoiding her like a disease. You see, though I had been constantly thinking about her, I just couldn’t give myself away. I did want her, bad, but that was where I was cutting the line. So I spent most of my time chilling with my boys, hittin’ the sheets with Edith a couple of times before I finally came back home late at night. Even then, when I passed by outside her room—which overlooked the pool house—I looked up, wondering what she’d been up to.
I heard she was seeing a guy in Australia, but I wasn’t sure if it was serious or not. From what everyone was saying, those two looked great together. She wasn’t in my social media circle, but even if I could see tagged posts by friends of friends, I couldn’t, for the life of me, look at it. I pinned it down to disgust that she was sleeping her way around town, but who knew if it was legit? I knew the entire football team wanted to nail her last year, and even a few bragged that they did, much to my… disgust.
I was no saint, but seriously, when it came to Olivia Taylor, I had double standard. Maybe because I despised her for so long. Maybe because she was my first kiss. Or maybe because she was my first love. Truthfully, there was no love left since she broke my little third grade heart, killing all of my good intentions then. Olivia taught me so many things, and one of them was the remarkable feeling of hate.
Shrugging, I removed any thoughts of her as I shifted the stick and drove off to school. My mind became a breeze when I went a little above the limit. Reckless driving wasn’t a favorite of mine, however, this morning, I felt the sudden need for speed. I wasn’t going to pretend that I didn’t know what opted this immediate rush for my fix. It was her, living in my brain, coming to life in there and holding me hostage.
It would be shallow to say that I was transfixed by her angelic beauty. It was more than that. I knew it was. The moment always caught me the second she entered my world, and it seemed that each and every time I would become hypnotized by everything about her. Even her cattiness enthralled me, which was mind-boggling. I liked my women a tad saucy, yet submissive. Olivia, well, she was a force on her own. Maybe that’s what it was, that she didn’t care much about what I wanted and thought of her that really got my blood going.
Whatever it was, I knew the moment I got a taste of her again, our worlds were going to collide, combust and explode.
Without notice, I had already arrived to my destination. I wasn’t even surprised that Edith was waiting for me in the parking lot. She and I really weren’t an item, but you could just say that she saved herself for me, whenever, wherever I needed those times. I wasn’t a commitment-phobe; however I didn’t like the idea of dating one girl for months on end. Open relationships were more my thing. Life was one big party; why be a pooper and bust it with love and relationships? Ask my mother; she was a great role model.
Running a hand over my hair, my eyes scanned the parking lot. As always, Liv was around, talking and catching up with old friends. For a second, our eyes caught and then she had the nerve to roll her eyes at me before resuming her conversation.
“Ass,” I muttered under my breath just as my eyes landed on her bottom. “Hole.”Way to go mess with my head so early in the morning, Olivia.
Coming out of the car, Edith came bouncing in to greet me with a kiss on the lips. “Hey Grey, I’ve missed your hot ass.” She grinned before reaching out to my behind and giving it a tight squeeze.
Great, she was one of those women who would easy mistake your hardness as if she was the one who had that kind of effect on me. Well, it wasn’t like I was going to openly admit who caused me to be in this state. No fucking way. “Easy there, Edith. It’s the first day of school. Wait until lunchtime to get frisky, will ya?”
When I looked up, I caught sight of Olivia giving me the evil eye before I saw her look away and start to walk with Josie towards the main hallway.
Huh.Olivia and her demeaning looks, nothing’s changed in that forefront.
It was a difficult accomplishment, but I managed to pry my eyes away from her swaying hips. The woman could really strut, and it didn’t help that each step she took emphasized her curves.
Sighing out loud, I told myself to get a grip.
As classes went, they were same old, same old; different class, different teacher, but same old outcome. Boredom. I wasn’t lazy, per se, but I wasn’t one who would go out of my way for extra credit. I had a good photographic memory, so I supposed this came in extra handy when it came to school and exams.
Tiffany, my other go-to sidekick besides Edith, was plastered on me when we join the rest of the crowd during lunchtime. My mood was decently okay, until I saw Olivia talking to Gavin, I almost lost my shit. Literally, I could feel the heat permeate out of my pores. What the fuck was Gavin doing? When he asked me yesterday about Olivia, I told him off, stating that she was fucking off limits. No man in my crew ever disrespected me like this—until now. They knew Liv and I had history, albeit it was puppy love, but still, to me that counted for something.
“The fuck’s he doing,” I hissed, making Tiffany look towards their direction.
“Gav’s been trying to get her since last year. Since rumors are flying that she’s moving to Australia after graduation, Gav’s taking chances,” Tiffany informed me as she nuzzled my neck. “Let’s skip lunch and go for a ride,” she purred close to my ear.
Yeah, that sounded like a very good idea right now. “Head over to my car. Meet you there in a sec,” I replied before tapping her ass so she could get going. The sooner this was over, the better.