Page 20 of Little Liar
The guy was staring at Olivia like he wanted to taste every inch of her body while they talked, and no one fucking looks at her like that but me.
It bit me on the ass though, because in order for the family not to press charges, Adam and Olivia now have to go on dates, him being another potential suitor for my sister.
I was already planning the death of Parker Melrose, so this is just annoying.
Olivia did come to my room two months ago, and that seemed to have changed things between us. She was curled up in bed with me after nearly having a fucking heart attack when I tried to place Spikey, my new tarantula, in her hand, and she somehow stayed, even when I was rock solid and pressed into her.
She even pushed her ass into my dick while we slept.
It was a sign. The first cemented sign that there’s a chance for us. Even though she’s still in a mood about the whole Adam and Parker thing.
I don’t understand why she was so upset. It’s not as if she needs to fuck them or actually marry them. The kiss part pissed me off, but I can work past that if she doesn’t do it again, but no dicks will go near her.
She can say no.
Mom isn’t going to twist her arm and force her to spread her legs or push her into marriage—not at this age anyway. I’m still working on a plan to make her mine.
It’s been years of standing on the sidelines and watching her, touching her skin while she sleeps, kissing her cheek and smelling her hair, overhearing her and Mom discussing me going back to therapy, but I need more. The cameras, hiding under her bed and watching the phone screen while we both masturbate. I could actually hear her, and it only made the cum decorating underneath her mattress that much messier.
The drive to the mountains takes forever. I’m bored out of my skull, and I’m pretty sure I’m still fucked up from last night—Mason managed to talk me into taking a few pills, and honestly, the last thing I remember was me sneaking away so I could go see my sister and tell her I was into her.
She didn’t understand my signing. Neither could I. My hands wouldn’t coordinate properly, and I grew frustrated as I staggered around the room, pulling at my hair. I wanted to use my voice, but I couldn’t. And then she stripped me, gave me a glass of water, and put me to bed.
I was so fucked up, I nearly ruined it all by telling her how I felt.
Idiot.
Waking up with her body pressing to mine, on the verge of fucking her, I had to leave. It’s a good thing I did, since Dad wentaround hammering all the doors and demanding we all pack for this camping trip.
Now I feel like I’m on the edge of death—my head is falling off, my body hurts, and my vision is blurring.
Whatever Mason gave me was fucking strong.
Olivia is beside me in the car, checking her phone and huffing—I know it’s one of them. Adam or Parker. They’re both fighting for her attention and her approval. I don’t like them. I hate Parker more, though. He’s a sleazy bastard who I’ve already encountered a handful of times. Apparently, me standing outside his house while smoking a joint made him uncomfortable—Mom told me to back off and let my sister live her life.
But Olivia isn’t living her life—she’s in my mom’s shadow and doing as she says, obeying her every step of the way like the good little daughter she was raised to be.
It pisses me off.
The group chat is far too active—everyone’s sending memes and GIFs.
They’re still awake and partying. I left when the sun was starting to rise, and those assholes were still popping pills and taking lines from tits and dry-humping on the stairs.
I’m ignoring them. They’re trying to grab my attention, but I exit the chat and open my messages with Olivia. Call me needy, but I’m feeling rough, and I want to hug her in bed.
Me: Hold my hand.
She looks at me after staring at her screen for far too long.
Me: Don’t make it obvious.
Olivia: Why do you want to hold my hand?
Me: Do I need a reason? Give me your hand, or I’ll tell Mom you touched my dick while I was asleep.
She chokes, and I try to hold in my smirk and look to the side.
Was that too far? It’s not a lie. Her hand slid under my waistband and touched me while she thought I was asleep. I’d basically kidnapped her from her friend’s house and made her come home because I was feeling off and needed her. That was the next sign that things had changed between us.
