I blame it on the nagging voice in my head named Ian. I should’ve turned around and went home when I noticed the neighborhood he lived in. That, in combination with the size of this house, has me pissed all over again.
Pissed I had to live in a foster home.
Pissed I had to scrap up dinner some nights.
Pissed my mom had to live the way she did, causing us to sometimes go days with nothing. Pissed by the amount of eviction letters I’ve seen in my first few years of life.
Pissed because she’s not here.
Just pissed.
Now I’m standing here like a prize in an auction, being sized up by the popularity hungry billionaires.
“Everyone, this is Canon. My son.” The words and declaration barely do anything to the hollow cavity in my chest.
The older looking woman at the head of the table chokes on the wine she was sipping. A boy who looks oddly similar to me busts out laughing, slapping the table for emphasis. A girl with jet black hair and almond shaped eyes looks at me with her jaw to the floor.
It isn’t until I set my eyes on the golden blonde next to her that something flickers inside of me.
Excitement? Curiosity?
Her beauty keeps my attention because you don’t see girls like her everyday where I’m from. Even though her face is covered in make-up, I can tell that she’s naturally gorgeous without having to try. Her chest rises and falls with unsteady breaths, outlining her perky boobs in her figure-hugging black dress. When my eyes make their way back up to her face, my frown grows deeper as I sense she could be trouble if I don’t keep my dick in my pants.
It’ll also be seriously fucking awkward if she turns out to be my sister.
“You’re kidding, right?” My lower grade doppelgänger asks once his laughter dies down.
“Dad, who is this?” Jet black haired girl asks as if her dad…(ourdad?) didn’t just say.
“What do you mean yoursonKane? I’m not in the mood for those types of games.” The older woman now filling up her wine glass to the brim.
“This isn’t a joke nor a game,” Kane glares at both of them with a look I know would scare someone who isn’t me. “I’ve been meaning to tell you all of this before tonight but I’m still wrapping my head around it myself.”
“So…you cheated on mom?” The jet-black haired girl finds her voice, looking on the verge of tears. I’m still standing in the entry way, waiting for them to get these questions out the way because I haven’t eaten all day.
“Years ago, when your mom and I were still getting to know one another, I was also seeing Canon’s mom.”
“So, you didn’t cheat?” Relief eminent in her features.
“Bullshit. When I got pregnant with Connor,” she points at my doppelgänger, “you said you were ready to fully commit.”
“Canon is older than Connor.” Kane points out through gritted teeth.
“There’s no way a homeless looking punk is related to me.” Connor snorts, and I step in his direction, ready to show him just how much of a punk I am, when Kane places the back of his hand on my chest.
“Connor, you will respect Canon. He is your older brother and I think you can learn a lot from him. Watch your tone and your words.” Kane’s voice booms across the extensive backyard, silencing further questions.
The intense gaze from Goldilocks burns a hole in my right cheek as I look anywhere but at her. Rocking back and forth on my feet, I look at Kane.
“So, do I sit now? Or have you realized I’m not worth the trouble?”
Connor is about to say something when Kane gives him a look, keeping him quiet.
“Sorry, yes. Please sit.”
I take a seat at the opposite end of the table, directly facing Kane’s seat at the head. All eyes shoot between the both of us, telling me that nobody is supposed to sit here.
Too fucking bad.