Page 18 of The Casella King

“Your first fuck?” I ask, and her eyes shoot up at mine, pausing a moment, then nodding.

Well, fuck.

We arrive at the cabin, the lush green trees surrounding the small house on the lake. The crisp blue water rushing downstream. Henry unpacks our things and brings them inside as she takes in the scenery.

“It’s so gorgeous here.” She smiles, looking out onto the lake. The sun is almost about to set, creating different shades of pinks, oranges, and yellows in the sky.

“Let’s head inside—it’s about to get colder out here.” I wait for her as she walks over to me slowly, her eyes plastered to the ground, making sure she doesn’t trip over the rocks embedded into the grass. She looks up at me when she reaches me, and without saying a word, her fingers brush a strand of hair from my eyebrows, the brown in her eyes contrasting the greens in the forest surrounding us.

“I can never repay you for what you did for my sister, Ezra.” Her face falls as she speaks, and I capture her dainty wrist in my hand, careful not to break her tiny bones.

“I never asked you to,” I say, and I watch her gaze fall to my lips, every fibre of my being wants to devour her right here and now, but I hold back. As tempting as she may be, I can’t have my head anywhere besides revenge, as much as I would love to bury it between her legs.

Istare at the large king-size bed right in the middle of the room, a plush white lounge on the left under the floor to ceiling windows, and a door that leads to the ensuite on the right. Exiting the bedroom, I walk over to Ezra sitting on the lounge across from the fireplace. There’s no TV, no radio, absolutely no technology in this place, and not to mention, no reception. I guess he failed to mention that part, or did he just choose not to?

“We are most definitelynotsharing a bed,” I say in the most confident voice I can muster. He looks to me, a smirk growing on his lips.

“Great, you can sleep on either one of the lounges then.” He grins, showing his stupidly perfect teeth.

“Excuse me?” I cross my arms, waiting for him to say he’ll take the lounge, but I’m positive he’s not going to back down without a fight.

“What? You’re the one not wanting to share the bed, so you can sleep on the lounge. Seems fair to me.” He shrugs, standing and walking to the bar cart in the corner of the lounge room.

Although it’s a cabin, it’s a lot larger than your regular cabin. A huge fireplace adorns the large wall across the lounge, animal heads hang above the fireplace, and I wonder if they’re real. A large bookshelf takes over almost the entire wall on the opposite side of the room, filled with books from edge to edge.

I can’t wait to get my hands on them.

Rolling my eyes, I head back into the bedroom and begin unpacking my suitcase, placing my clothes in the drawers beside the bed and in the cupboard across.

What in the world were we supposed to do with no technology?

I’m already bored.

It’s times like these that I’m thankful I chose to bring my vibrator, because I need to pass the time somehow, and God knows how horny I’ll get just watching Ezra be Ezra. I cannot give into temptation and let myself get swept up into this world, the luxury, and the power.

Icannotget sucked in.

It’s nice to be away though, from family, the pressure of modern life. Living day in and day out, doing the exact same thing gets exhausting. I’m especially thankful to be away from my father. Just the thought of having a few days away from him is enough to turn my mood around.

Grabbing my little purple friend, I tuck it under my folded panties in the first drawer.

“What are you doing?” Ezra’s voice comes from the doorway, and I turn, watching him lean on the doorframe, his biceps bulging from his black T-shirt.

“Unpacking.”

I stand, walking over to the bathroom, with my toiletries in hand, Ezra on my tail. He watches me from the door as I place my bag on the marble counter, sneaking a look at him through the mirror.

“How adventurous are you?” he asks, crossing his arms.

I turn around, watching his eyes. “What?”

“I was thinking about having a Norwegian dinner—are you up for that?” He raises one eyebrow.

Right. Dinner.

“I don’t mind. I don’t think I’ve ever had a Norwegian dish.”

“Great, Henry will grab it for us, meanwhile, we have”—he looks at his expensive watch—“about an hour before dinner.”

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