Page 16 of Up to Snow Good
Six
Amari
“Fuck your best friend?” Caden jerked his head back and blinked.
His member lostits enthusiasm.
“What… What are you talking about?” he stuttered.
My blood thumped loud in my eyes. I covered myself with my arms.
“You slept with Jessica, on my fucking birthday.” I tilted my head up and stared into his eyes, waiting for him to lie.
He rubbed his chin and avoided my gaze.
“You kissed me. You told me you cared wantedme.” I dropped my hands. The time for modesty was over. I hit him in the chest. “You told me to meet you later in the guest room, and then I saw you getting your little dick sucked by Jessica.”
Caden raised his head and looked over me. He shifted from one foot to the other. His cock bobbed back and forth. He didn’t deny it.
I groaned and pushed past him. I nudged him with my shoulder as I passed, pulling the towel off the back of the door and wrapping it around me. I grabbed another towel from my closet and turned around to find Caden standing in my bedroom doorway in all his glory, dripping water on my floor. His hands on his hips.
“Cover your fucking cock!” I threw the towel, and it hit him in the face before falling to the ground.
He steeled his jaw, bent over, grabbed the towel, and wrapped it around his waist. I skirted around him and headed out to the kitchen. He followed.
A crazy sense of déjà vu hit me. I shook it off and grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He stepped in front of me.
I held the corkscrew between my index and middle finger and pointed it at him.
He grabbed my wrist and squeezed.
“Ouch.” The corkscrew dropped to the floor.
“Use your words, Amari.” His voice was gruff and firm like he was disciplining a petulant child.
I wasn’t a child.
“Stop.” I pulled my hand back and pushed him. He didn’t budge. “Stop doing that to me. You’re not my dad. You’re not my brother. You’re not my boyfriend. You can’t tell me what to do.”
I turned my back to him and blinked to keep the tears in my head. “I’m so tired of this. Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
“You know the answer to that.” He stepped closer, and his heat engulfed me.
“Because my father pays you to look after me.” I shrugged. “Find a new job.”
“Wrong answer.”
“I don’t want you,” I lied.
He grunted.
I turned to face him.
“I don’t want you.” I articulate each word with conviction and for good measure. I crossed my arms over my chest.
The corner of his mouth curled up and dragged his whole mouth into a smile.
