Page 69 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Get the fuck out of my way,” I waved her off and pushed my way inside.
“Hey,” she grabbed my arm and tried to pull me out. “Stop it… You can’t come in here.”
I yanked my arm out of her grip and backhanded her across the face. After which I pointed at her, “Know your place.”
She didn’t say anything, just stared back at me with her hand covering the cheek I slapped.
Ignoring her, I walked further into the kitchen.
The house wasn’t huge. There were five rooms, all of which were open concept except for the bedroom and bathroom. The design concept chosen was such that whoever stayed here would feel safe and secure. Georgia certainly seemed to have made herself at home.
There was a faded throw blanket on the couch, pictures hung on the walls, and a sweater tossed over the back of the kitchen chair. My favorite touch was the pink bunny slippers sitting outside her room. Issac was 100 percent going to fuck her in those. And if he didn’t, I would.
If she knew about the secret room in her bedroom or the control room under the house, I doubt she would be so comfortable.
Speaking of Georgia…
I didn’t see her anywhere, but I could hear her. Meaning she was either in the bedroom or bathroom, which was where I would’ve gone if something else hadn’t caught my attention.
I strolled over to the fridge, where a colorful chart was hanging., and it wasn’t colorful in the glitter frou-frou way that some girls liked. This chart was an organizational thing. Yellow for class, blue for mealtime, green for running, and so on.
Planning the week was one thing—this girl had everything scheduled including the allotted time to call her mother, which was exactly six minutes and thirty-one seconds. She evenorganized time to organize her schedule. There was a small color code in the top left-hand corner.
“Wow,” I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture. “Issac’s going to love this.” I wasn’t talking to anyone in particular, yet that didn’t stop Rachel from opening her big fucking mouth.
“Hey, stop that,” she yipped at me, then started yelling, “Georgia, Georgia!”
“Shut up,” I snarled back at her as Georgia came rushing out of the bedroom with a phone pressed to her ear.
The second she saw me, she stopped cold. There was the shock I was expecting, but I was more interested in something else. Like the tight jeans and white shirt, she was wearing. This outfit was a far cry from the frumpy grandma outfits I normally saw her in.
And let me just say, Georgia Pyne had a fantastic figure—curves in all the right places. If Issac saw her like this, he would lose it. Although it did make me wonder why she would hide herself. Every girl I knew showed her assets off.
My eyes fell to the phone pressed to her ear. Who was she talking to? According to her hyper-organized schedule, Georgia should be preparing dinner right now, which looked to be chicken and rice with steamed vegetables and a glass of milk. All four food groups. How fucking cute was that?
Georgia’s green eyes went from me to Rachel, then to my hands. “Oh, you’re the tattooed twin.”
That was insulting as fuck.
“Ravi.” If I were going to fuck her, then she should at least know what name to call out.
“I told him to leave.” Rachel piped up.
Ugh, did she ever shut up?
“You should be careful who you let in your house,” I told Georgia while shooting Rachel a dirty look. “Skank is a hard smell to wash off.”
Little Miss Sunshine didn’t like my assessment of her friend. She huffed and narrowed her glare. “I don’t remember inviting you in.”
“I invited myself.”
Unlike Rachel, Georgia, I liked. I was a clear threat, yet she didn’t scream, run away, or throw something at me. She stayed right where she was, warily watching and waiting for my next move. That was the difference between her and Rachel.
Georgia was smart.
“Ravi, is it?”
I got the feeling that she wasn’t clarifying my name for herself. Georgia wanted the person on the other end of that call to know who she was talking to.
