Page 14 of Hate Sex
“Didn’t fuck one of them. Went to the parties with them, but that was it. They went on their way afterward.” I look into Devin’s eyes going for broke. He’s my brother, and the last thing I want from him is to think I fucked over his sister. “Think about it. Think about theMega Fitnessparty.Youwent home with me. Whichever one of those women found a guy that wanted to fuck them and left with them.” He probably doesn’t even remember or put two and two together. I have a reputation, and until Kota showed up on my doorstep in that hot ass number, I would have fucked them all. After that moment, none of them. Not a fucking one.
“Alright, I remember that.” He backs down slightly. “What about the cover reveal of that author’s book? You went with Megan, and she had her hands all over you. I remember that shit clear as day, and it was only seven months ago.”
He keeps challenging me, and I’m going for broke. “She did, and I told her repeatedly to knock it the hell off. You would have known that I didn’t go home with her, except you were lock lipped with some blonde all night.” He practically fucked her in the bathroom; hell he could have for all I know.
“So no one?” Puzzlement crosses over his face again, and his brows draw together as I shake my head. “You love her?”
Well, fuck. Isn’t that the million dollar question? I rub the back of my neck. “Fuck man, I don’t know.”
“And what’s this shit about her seeing Spencer?” It’s my turn to let the anger flow.
“He was at her house two nights ago watching a movie,” I growl out the words and look around. “Can we take this to our office? We already gave enough of a show.”
He turns taking in all the eyes and nods. We walk side by side into the office, closing the door. “So you’re not with her?” Devin asks.
“She called it off.”
“And that’s why the drinking the other night and your piss poor mood.” Then he smiles. “You fucking love my sister.” It comes out as a statement more than a question, and I plop myself down in my chair, feeling my jaw ache.
“It doesn’t matter. She’s with him. It’s over.” Fuck, I sound like a whiny bitch. Time to cut this shit. “Not a big deal. Shit happens.”
“Fuck yes, it’s a big deal.” My eyes slide to his. “Since when are you a fucking pussy and not gone after what you want? You gonna let some other dude step in? Don’t get me wrong, Spencer’s a nice guy, but not one I see my sister with.”
My heart gives a little shudder, and a lump lodges in my throat. What the fuck? “You think I deserve her?” Surely, he doesn’t. Kota is beautiful and could have whoever she wanted. My father’s words ride me hard, and I try to push them away. Do I deserve her? Fuck.
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I? Don’t be a dumbass. You’re already my brother, and I trust you with everything. I was just pissed you hid it from me like some dirty little secret. Not that I want to know about your sex life with my sister.” He shivers, a smile playing on his lips. “Man the fuck up and talk to her.”
He’s right. Time to find out what the fuck is going on in her head. And time to sort my shit out. “You busted my fucking lip, bitch,” I chide back, not acknowledging what he just said. There really are no words. He pretty much said them.
“That was for keeping it from me. If you would have just told me, I’d have hugged your fucking ass. Deal.” Devin has been there through everything and has been my rock. Just like I’ve been his. He pulls me into a one-armed hug. “Get cleaned up and get the fuck out of here.”
I pull away with renewed resolve. I’m not a pussy, and I don’t fucking give up. Kota is mine. Has fucking been mine for years. No one takes what is mine. No one.
~~
The drive to her place is short, and when I pull up, lights flicker in the windows just like days before when I showed up. The déjà vu factor doesn’t escape me, but what the fuck. I’m in this shit. Let’s do it.
I knock on the door, not hearing the same laughter as I did before. It’s deadly silent which makes me listen harder. The soft sound of footsteps moves closer to the door and this time there is movement behind the peephole. At least this time she checked.
“What do you want, Teo?” she asks me through the goddamned door instead of opening it. Oh hell no.
“Open the door, Kota,” I order.
“Answer the question,” she fires back. At least the fire is burning bright in her.
“We need to talk.” That is the understatement of the year. Nothing like making everything one big gigantic clusterfuck in a short period of time.
“It’s not really a good time.” My first thought is Spencer is inside and my blood boils.
“Ishein there?” I accuse.
“Who?” she asks and a beat later, “Oh, no. Spencer isn’t here.” Good for him.
“Let me in.”
“I don’t know if I should,” she says so quietly I barely hear through the door.
“Are you scared of me, Kota?” No, she can’t be.
