Page 18 of The Star

Note to self: avoid the cleaning lady’s eye on laundry day.

Stretching as I stand from bed, I listen for the shower, just in case Logan is already in there. I don’t hear anything as I pad toward the bathroom door, but I knock a few times with my knuckle before I open it anyway.

I start the shower, stepping under the spray and going about my routine. I catch a glimpse of the feminine shampoos that sit next to mine now, resulting in another boner.

Jesus Christ, am I thirteen again?

I ignore my cock, finish my shower, and by the time I’m stepping out into the bathroom again, it’s deflated. I towel off my hair in the mirror, then wipe down my body before I flip the locks on both doors and go back to my room.

This morning, I have no choice but to see Logan. I’ve been hiding out ever since the dressing room incident because I knew if I ran into her in the house, I would shove my dick down her throat. But today, I have to drive her to school. All by ourselves.

Pull it the fuck together, Raines. She’s your stepsister - and you don’t like her.

I need to focus on the part of me that resents her, or I’ll completely fly off the handle. I can’t slip up again, no matter how tempting her thick ass and hips are. She’s trash – and Raines don’t fuck with trash.

I shoot a text to Hayden and Levi once I’m dressed, letting them take the reins onOperation: Torture Logan.Hayden’s evil, and Levi is funny, so I’m sure they can be creative as fuck about it. If I handle things, I’ll just fuck her against my locker or something. I don’t add that part to my message, because it’s my intention to never share the things I’m feeling for Logan with anyone. Including my best friends.

Logan and my mom are sitting at the table when I go down to the kitchen to grab some breakfast, both of them eating pancakes.

“Good morning, Carson.” My mom greets me, and I don’t miss the fact that Logan doesn’t look up from her food to do the same.

“Morning, Mom.”

I grab a bowl from the cabinet, fill it with cereal, and then pour milk in it until it’s almost overflowing, because nothing is better than the cereal flavored milk at the end. I take a seat next to my mom, ignoring Logan altogether, and we fall into silence as we eat our food.

Logan cleans up her plate, putting it into the dishwasher before she turns to look at where me and my mom are still sitting. “What time are we leaving, Carson?”

I grin as I flick my eyes up to hers. “Ten minutes.”

She nods, then turns around to go upstairs, and I take the opportunity to check out her ass in her jeans, because I’m only human.

nine

LOGAN

Acar honks outside, and when I look out my bedroom window, I see Carson sitting in the driver’s seat of his Jeep. Asshole couldn’t even tell me he was walking out the door, instead deciding to honk his fucking horn at me?

I take my time collecting my belongings, just to spite him. Then, once my backpack is over my shoulders, I head downstairs and go to the kitchen to make some coffee.

He’ll learn very quickly that I’m not that bitch. I will be petty right alongside him.

I take a sip from the iced coffee I make to make sure it’s creamy enough, and once I’m satisfied, I head outside.

I walk leisurely down the driveway to where his brand-new Jeep is parked on the road, so he honks his horn at me again. I stop in my tracks, my gaze connecting with his through the windshield. After a few heartbeats, he throws his hands up in question. My mouth kicks up in humor, knowing I’ve hit a nerve, so I walk the rest of the way to the passenger’s seat and get in.

“Take your fucking time, why don’t you?” he growls as I’m pulling on my seatbelt.

“Don’t be fucking rude, dickhead.”

He laughs. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

I don’t respond as he pulls out onto the road, his arm thrown over the steering wheel like he’s the biggest douchebag in the entire universe. I snicker under my breath, then pull my phone from my pocket to keep me occupied.

“What’s funny?” he asks, dragging my attention back to him. His hand has slid onto the leather steering wheel, his grip so tight that I can see all the veins in his forearm bulging. My stomach flutters a little, making me gulp down the saliva in my mouth.

“Nothing.” I return to my phone, scrolling aimlessly through Instagram to keep myself busy.

The car falls into silence, and after about five minutes, he speaks again.

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