Page 26 of Blind Sin

“Bullshit!” He spits out a cherry seed into his hand and throws it to the garbage pail at the other side of the kitchen. He gets it in the first try. “You’ve been pussying around like a frightened toddler since we first found her. First you were scared of your parent’s apartment getting fucked up and now you are frightened that a supermodel will shout at you. Might want to think about growing some balls before sneaking into Lauren’s room.”

“Very funny. Just because you’ve got your head in the clouds about our situation.”

“My head will between her legs this evening,” he says, pulling the bowl of cherries back toward him and grabbing a handful of them. He throws one in the air and catches it in his mouth.

“Rule number one, we don’t go to her room.”

Mercier rolls his eyes. “You and your rules. You could suck the fun out of a kids’ birthday party. No rules.” He dumps the cherries back in the bowl and spits the stone out once again having it landing in the garbage pail. “She’s ours. We get to do whatever we want with her. If either of us gets caught, the other wins.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Wins?”

“I said there were no rules. I never said that this wasn’t a game. Let’s see whose bed she ends up in tonight.”

He gives me a smirk as he waltzes past me and out through the french doors to the beach.

This is complete madness and nothing good will come of it, but the thought of Mercier having Lauren all to himself grinds my bones. Just agreeing to this has put us all in danger. More than we already are. We’re already sitting ducks. It won’t take a man like Waldgrave long to figure out where we are. Even if he goes through the considerable list of all my parent’s properties, he’ll eventually get to this one and when he does, we’ll all end up fish bait.

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I’ve been waiting to get Lucinda alone for years and now I’m trapped on a desert island with her, her equally gorgeous twin sister and my best friends. So why is it I feel like shit? I twist a pen around in my fingers, desperate for a pull on a cigarette, but for some fucked up reason, I decided that quitting while on the run with the most sought after woman on the planet would be a good idea. Fuck this shit.

I flick open my computer and check to see what course work I have left to do. It’s feels fucking insane to be worrying about my grades when I’m probably going to be spending the rest of my life in prison, but we’ve only got a couple of weeks left and I need to pull my shit together on the off chance we get out of this.

“Why are you in here?”

I look up to see Mercier walking toward me. He's sporting flowery shorts, a wicker hat, and mirrored sunglasses. His naked chest is already bronzed from the sun, so at least one of us is making the most of this shit show.

I close my computer as he takes a seat beside me. “Wanted to be by myself.”

Not getting the hint, he pulls over a table and rests his feet on it, before leaning his chair back on two legs and cupping his hands behind his head. “Pussy.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“You’re here because you want to fuck Lauren and you want to fuck Lucinda, and you know you can’t have either of them.”

I bristle at his words because I don’t know if they’re true. “Maybe I can have both of them, but don’t know which to choose,” I shoot back. “Or maybe I don’t give a flying fuck about either of them.”

He snorts. “Or maybe you’re full of shit. If you could have either of them, you’d have both. Or at least I would.” He pulls an apple from his pocket, wipes it on his shorts, and takes a bite. “Sinful was receptive to me making her come in the pool earlier.”

“What the fuck!”

He gives me a shit-eating grin before taking another bite of his apple. “I was supposed to be teaching her how to swim, but I thought I’d teach her a few other things while Lucinda Waldgrave watched on.”

Anger and jealousy roll through me at the thought of Mercier touching her, but I decided to stay away from all of them and nothing he says hasn’t already run through my mind, twisting it to the point of sickness. There’s no fucking way he did anything to Lauren in the pool while Luce watched, but there must be a little truth in it for him to say it.

“Keep your fucking hands off them... both of them,” I warn him, my voice laced with a surge of frustration.

He grins, the audacity of his smirk fuelling my irritation. “I thought you weren't interested.” When I remain silent, he presses on. “Clearly, you were interested enough to risk your degree, your freedom, and possibly your life, but sure, you don't give a flying fuck.

“I stand up and grab my computer and the pen. “Did you come here just to piss me off or is there some other reason?”

He shrugs. “No other reason. I just wondered where you’d got to. You didn’t come to dinner last night and you missed breakfast this morning. Fruit salad with papaya and guava. Lucinda couldn’t get enough of it.”

I roll my eyes. “Since when did you become my mother?” I know I’m being harsh, but if being around Sin was bad when I thought Lauren was her, being around both of them is a fucking nightmare. Who cares about papaya when the one woman I’ve spent my life in love with is now ordering me not to touch her twin sister, even though that clearly doesn’t extend to Mercier, if what he’s saying is true. If I thought it was because she was jealous, I’d be happy, but it’s not. She doesn’t give a shit. Not anymore. Once upon a time I was her everything and now I’m just some idiot who rescued her and gets to sit back and do nothing while my best friends fuck Lauren. It’s not helping that I don’t even know how I feel about Luce. I loved her, and then hated her, both in extreme measures, but now she’s told me the truth about what went down all those years ago, I don’t even know how to think anymore. I can’t get the way Lauren looked at me before we slept together out of my head. It was the exact same way Luce used to look at me. It was why I wanted her so fucking much. Why I needed her. Because she needed me. Fuck.

We need to get this shit sorted so I can be away from both of them and think. The thought of Mercier touching Lauren has my blood boiling, but as he’s proved, he’ll do whatever the fuck he wants, no matter what I say. At least he will when it comes to pussy, and that’s all Lauren is to me. A warm pussy. Nothing more.

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