Page 28 of His Big Bad Stick

I hear the water running.

The door isn’t fully shut either.

A sliver showing from the private bathroom. Enough to let out the smell of honey and coconut.

I can’t help myself as I picture just walking into the bathroom and seeing what she does.

An eyeful of Abrielle… naked… water hitting her skin…

I look at her painting.

The left side is half the mansion. The other half is an apartment building.

Abrielle has some serious talent here.

She’s good enough at painting that I stare for more than three seconds and in those three seconds I’m not thinking about her naked in the shower.

My senses come back to normalcy and I have to get out of the fucking bedroom.

I can’t live like this with her around.

It’s much better to just torture her and make her cry.

“Come here, baby,” I whisper to Bella as I pull her close.

Our lips touch.

Fruity lip gloss stains my tongue as I kiss her a little harder.

I reach behind me and open the glass door.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Bella asks.

“It’s my fucking house. Of course it’s okay.”

We kiss again.

Bella has been gently spreading the rumor that I’m on her hit list before graduation.

Hit list meaning guys she would love to hook up with.

I guess you can consider this me doing something for someone else.

But my true intentions are much more sinister…

I pull Bella by her waist and walk backward toward the bed.

When Bella notices a sleeping Abrielle, she pulls away and gasps.

“Someone is in here!” she tries to whisper.

“It’s fine,” I whisper back. “Don’t worry about her. She’s just a visitor. This is the only room we have. Unless you want to go into the pool.”

Bella bites her bottom lip.

We kiss again.

I move around the bed and then flop down as hard as I can, bringing Bella with me.

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