Page 161 of Vicious Saint
Mentions are almost always “forgotten” for a reason.
“Turns out the female dorms will not be ready tomorrow as we expected.”
In a split second my back is straight. “You said—”
“I know.” Vic holds up a hand. “But I got a call from the foreman, his guys ran into a shtick today. So the building is not ready for occupancy.”
Every hope and dream for senior year dies with his announcement—because I know exactly what will be suggested next.
And there’s no way I can do it.
“So, you, Theory,” Vic nods her way, “will be staying in a newly vacant room in the male dorms.” Now it’s my turn. “And you, Hendrix, will remain with Saint for the time being.”
Theory shimmies her shoulders. “Works for me.”
“What the hell?!” I exclaim. “Why can’t I just stay with Theory?”
“Because your shit’s thrown all over my room and you don’t have a choice.” Saint’s gravelly voice comes from my left.
So much for him being on my side.
“Your brother’s right, Hendrix.” Vic intercedes before I can, and hearing him refer to Saint as my brother not only pisses me off but grosses me out too.
I’d correct him, but I doubt adding a “step” before the “brother” would do anything to make fucking his son any less forbidden.
“He is not right.”
Pretty sure God would agree.
“You’re already unpacked and settled. It would make no sense to up and move for the short time being. Plus, I’m sure Saint is more than willing to continue sleeping on the couch so you’re comfortable.”
This garners a low chuckle from Saint, and almost me too.
The fact this man truly believes his son is capable of not trying to have sex with a girl spending the night in his room is straight madness. Let alone offer up his bed.
But none of this matters.
Because after days of extending our little tryst, I made a decision this morning to cut ties with Saint’s dick, and it’ll be hella hard for me to do if I’m sleeping next to it.
“I’d rather stay here…go back and forth.”
“I’m sorry but work’s a bit hectic, I also won’t be around much in the coming weeks.”
My eyes dart side to side. “Yeah but my mother and aunt will be here.”
“No. They will be joining me.”
Every bit of self-control bursts out of me in violent waves. “That’s it. Tell me right now what the hell is going on!” I point a finger at my mother. “And no more smoke and mirrors or else I’ll drop out of senior year completely.”
Which I’m old enough to do thanks to Mom taking a whole extra year of smothering me before letting me start kindergarten.
But that doesn’t mean I actually would.
I’ve got my eyes set on a prize, and that prize needs a high school diploma.
“Hendrix, calm down.”
“Not when you keep lying!”
