Page 19 of His Big Bad Stick

The first one is all clothes.

If this is all she has, then damn. That’s tough. Proves her mother really is a fucking flake. My fingers are tempted to dig around. See what kind of panties she likes to wear. Thongs maybe. Or better yet. What’s her bra size…

I sigh and skip that idea.

I open the second part of her bag and it’s all art supplies.

Paintbrushes, paper, pencils and all that kind of shit.

I take out a notebook and flip it open.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper.

Abrielle is good. Like really good.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I turn my head and here comes my new stepsister, running toward me.

“Snooping,” I say. “It’s my house. I can do whatever I want.”

“The fuck you can,” Abrielle growls.

She launches herself at me.

I’m surprised at her being so daring.

She’s on my back, clawing at me and the notebook.

She ends up ripping a page from it and then I toss it across the room.

She races to her notebook and falls to her knees.

Fuck, is she crying again?

Abrielle looks back at me, shaking. “I didn’t ask for this, Colver. I didn’t ask for any of it.”

“We both didn’t ask for it, kitten,” I say, trying out my new word.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know I am. You should find a way to keep your shit better kept.”

I walk to the bedroom door and pause.

“You should take the other bedroom,” I say. “It’s got more windows. Better views. You’ll be able to draw and paint.”

I leave, leaving for good this time.

Walking around this fucking house with Abrielle and her mother has already pissed me off enough.

I’d rather be at hockey practice. Even if I’m the only one on the ice.

Plus… I just realized something…

Was I just kind of nice to my new little kitten?

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