Page 135 of Naughty Nelle

CHAPTER 17

Ari

What the fuck was wrong with me?

A whirling dervish of emotions swirled through my head.

Remorse.

Confusion.

Guilt.

Frustration.

Lust.

Planting my hands on the front door to my beach house, I slammed my head against the hard slab of wood, hoping the pain would give me clarity. It didn’t. It only gave me a bigger headache than the one I already had. My head throbbed as much as my aching cock. Brushing off some sand, the only souvenir of this fucked up night, I let myself into the house. As usual, the door was unlocked.

The house was dark and quiet. Rubbing my throbbing head, I shuffled to the kitchen. I needed a stiff drink. Badly. Upon entering it, I turned on the light and got a surprise. Wearing a silk robe that resembled a kimono, my sister Gwen was seated at the island counter sipping a glass of red wine.

Her jade green eyes met mine. She didn’t seem as surprised to see me as I did to see her.

“What are you doing up?” I asked as I trod to a cabinet to pour myself a brandy. I found an open bottle of Hennessey and filled a tumbler to the brim. Wasting no time, I took a gulpful. The potent alcohol instantly burned through my veins. My head hurt a little less.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She took a sip of her wine. “How was your party?”

I drained my glass. “It was okay.”

“Looks like you and Sarah were having quite the good time on the beach.”

My blood curdled. I tightened my squeeze around the tumbler, fighting the urge to fling it across the room and smash it into smithereens.

“What the fuck, Gwen? You were spying on me?” Rage fueled my voice.

“No. I’m looking out for you.” Her voice stayed calm.

“What the hell do you mean?” My voice grew louder with each word.

“I’m not going to bullshit you, Ari. I don’t like that girl.”

My mind flashed back to Ben’s birthday dinner. It was plain and clear to me that my sister didn’t care for Sarah, but I thought bringing her here might warm Gwen up to her. The contempt in Gwen’s voice proved I was wrong. Very wrong.

“What don’t you like about her?” I challenged.

“Everything. She’s from the wrong side of the tracks. She’s way too young for you. And she has no understanding of your needs or Ben’s.”

“For your information, she gets me very well.”

“Oh, she knows how to suck you off?”

I heated with anger. “Don’t go there, Gwen.”

“Oh, does my brother need to get laid so badly that he’ll do it with a complete stranger he met on a train?”

Exploding with rage, I inhaled through my nose and exhaled loudly from my mouth. “My life is none of your business.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “It is my business if you think I’m going to get you out of the next bad relationship that might cost you your life—or your son’s.”

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