Page 8 of SummerTime Madness
I can practically feel the jealousy rolling off Chase in waves as he runs his hand over his shoulder length brown locks.
“Is that Professor Johnson?”
I nod, pulling out my cigarette pack and lighting one up.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I reply as I inhale the minty smoke.
“She’s fucking him?”
Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother answering his stupid question, and instead, I pull out my phone andpress record.
“What are you doing, man?” Chase snatches the phone out of my hand, his nose flaring. “We aren’t doing this.”
“Doing?” I scoff. “I’m only doing what is necessary?”
He looks confused. Chase doesn’t question me much, but the least I can give him it’s my truth.
“I have to. If she takes this internship from me, there’s nothing else.”
Chase sighs but hands me back the phone. “So we are going to blackmail her?”
I shake my head while taking another pull from the cigarette.
“We?” I laugh coldly, shaking my head. “No. I am.”
I emphasize the wordIbecause he has no business with this. Even though Chase makes everything to do with me his business. It’s been this way for as long as I can remember. We even fell for the same girl, and to avoid issues between us, we promised that if one were to get her, we would share her.
Yet that never happened because, at the ripe age of sixteen, our blue-eyed goddess became my step-sister, and if I couldn’t have her, neither could he. That was a deal.
“What are you going to make her do?”
I didn’t think that far ahead of what I would make her do, but now that I think of it…
Chase must see my realization because he gets this crazed look on his face, and then he palms his cock, pulling out his phone and showing me the email.
“This. Tate.”
On his phone screen is an invitation to purchase exclusive tickets to Luna island, a tropical, isolated island that is hosting this year’s music festival, SummerTime Madness.
“Take her to a festival? I was thinking more like making her take back her submission. It’s only her and I.”
Chase shakes his head before smacking me in the back of the head and pulling our foreheads together.
“We can have her.”
His tone is dead serious, but since I’ve spent way too much time moving and not recording enough, I pull away, and sure enough, she is still sucking his cock. Her legs parted as she plays with her pussy, and I hate the look of pleasure on his face.
I hate it–the smug look on his face as he looks down at her.
Or maybe I hate that I want her so much I learned to hate her. That’s the kind of parasiteshe is. So, I bullied her and made her life as miserable as she made mine. Went as far as cutting her hair and releasing my pet snake in her room just to watch her squirm.
Once, I found her in the backyard collecting dead butterflies. Her reason why was that they look better dead. Maybe that’s why she destroyed me. I should have known then that any victory I thought I had won was because she let me.
Maybe he’s right.
I should just give in.
The sound of heavy breaths and soft groans pull me out of my torn up mind. From the corner of my eye, I find the source of ragged breaths and slapping noise that I had been hearing.
