“For what?”
“For Mia’s.”
“Wait, what?” I whirl around to face him at the mention of his girlfriend, who attends college a couple of hours away. “You’re leaving?” It was the first I’d heard about it.
“Yeah, didn’t I tell you?” I shake my head furiously. “Using up a couple of weeks of my vacation while she’s on her spring break.”
My eyes widen in anger. “What? I’m going to be alone with Travis the entire time?”
“Yeah. I swore I told you.”
“Does my face look like you told me?” I ask, loud and annoyed.
He shrugs. “Sorry. Thought I did.”
This isn’t happening. This cannot be happening.
“So, I’m going to be stuck herealonewith Travis?” I clarify.
“I guess. Maybe his dates can help keep you company,” he taunts. I grab a pillow from the couch and throw it at him from across the room.
“Not funny!”
He easily dodges it, pushing it away before it hits him. “I find myself pretty amusing.”
I groan and collapse on the couch with an exaggerated thud.
“If it helps, you can sleep in my bed. I’ll even put on clean sheets for you.” I hear the sarcasm in his voice.
“Gee, thanks. How accommodating,” I retort dryly.
“Anything for my baby sis!” he calls out before walking to his room. “Night!”
I grab the blanket off the floor and cover up, burning with rage knowing the next two weeks, I’m stuck in the same house as Travis King—#1 asshole and heartbreaker.
The rain slams against the roof and windows of the house, and I toss and turn for what feels like eternity. Finally, I fall asleep, although it’s restless.
The alarm on my phone goes off, and though it’s been hours, it feels like only minutes have passed. For a moment, I have to remember where I am. I blindly reach for my phone and open my eyes, only to see Travis standing close to the TV, shirtless with pajama pants sitting haphazardly on his hips. He’s not what I want to see first thing this morning. He quietly watches the news, turning his head to glare at me until I click the button to turn off one of the most annoying buzzing sounds in the world. I groan and roll over on my side, hoping he’ll go away, but when has he ever done anything I’ve wanted? Never. Last night I hoped I’d be able to grab my laundry and sneak home before class, not having to see him again until this weekend, but lady luck is obviously not on my side and neither is Mother Nature. Stupid rain.
“Did you have sweet dreams about me, Princess?” he asks, confidence dripping in his tone.
His words anger me, maybe a little more than they should, but he shouldn’t say shit like that to me, especially in the morning before I’ve had any coffee. “That’d be a nightmare.”
He laughs, showing his perfectly straight teeth, and I linger on his plump bottom lip a little too long, which makes me even madder. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice. My nostrils flare, and I throw the blankets from my body and stand. My hands find my hips, and before I’m able to give him a earful, Drew walks into the living room and interrupts me.
“Please don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”
Travis looks over at him, and he loses his grip on reality for just a second. “Where are you going?” Travis glances at me, and his smile fades as he looks back at Drew.
“Mia’s, remember?”
“That’sthisweekend?” I hear the same shocked tone in his voice that I had last night.
The smile that fills my face is devious and to know this may have ruined whatever sexcapades he had planned makes me happy. Just me and Travis alone for two weeks—this can’t be good.
“I guess you won’t be able to fuck on the couch like you planned,” I say, walking to my basket of clothes and picking them up.
He shoots me a daring look and then scoffs. “I’ll make sure to look you in the eye when I do,” he says, leering.