Page 33 of Right Side of Paradise
This was…new.
I needed to get out of here.
But again, I wasn’t leaving until he told me to.
And maybe Christian was too nice to tell me to. Or maybe he didn’t want me to leave.
I would take what I could get.
Wait until I told Soul about this. Wait, could I tell Soul about this?
My question was going unanswered—at least for now—because Christian got up with his phone cradled between his ear and shoulder and pulled on some pajama pants from the floor.
He adjusted the elastic waistband, and my eyes were glued to every action. Especially the way the material gathered around his crotch and stretched around his ass.
Damn, Christian.
No.
I shook my head, fighting a losing game to try and rid myself of these thoughts.
The truth of the matter was I was a fucking slut.
Did I have to be attracted to every damn body under my roof? And did I have to be so obvious about it?
With a weary exhale, I scrubbed my jaw, noting the scruff. I needed to shave before we left for dinner.
“I gotta go,” Christian announced, clearing the haze of some of my thoughts.
“Is everything okay?”
He nodded, walking over to his dresser.
And so what if I noticed the panties he’d used to jack off were still on the bed?
“Yeah, that was my building. The condo above mine had a flood last night, so I need to do an emergency walk-through with my contractor and electrician to make sure we’re still good to start wiring this upcoming week. Or if we need to hold off.”
“But it’s Sunday.”
He looked at me with a blank face. “I know. I’ll make sure I find Harlow before I leave and tell her I can’t come to dinner.”
Then he walked into his bathroom and closed the door. Like I hadn’t just walked in on him fucking his hand. And like he was unaffected by whatever unnamed feeling was swarming my senses.
His only concern was Harlow.
That wasn’t new.
But disappointment still pinched my chest when I heard the shower come on.
Now that he was gone, I could think clearly again. Pushing my misplaced desire down, I walked to the closet to get the vase I came for. But as I passed his bed, I fell for the trap he didn’t know he’d set.
Grabbing the panties off the duvet, I slipped them in my pocket before I could second guess it.
When I was back in the hall with the crystal vase in my hand all I could think about was my stepsister’s thong in my pocket and the fact that it was covered with my best friend’s cum.
The Last Time You Called Me Baby
My mother got the house in the divorce. Brock had made sure of it. He knew how much Onyx Cove meant to her and wanted her to have a permanent place to stay since the housing market on the island was madness.
