Page 13 of Their Best Friends' Bratty Little Sister

Sienna awoke with a startled gasp at the pounding on the door.

She took a few moments to orient herself but Rowan had already charged into the room. Freshly showered, the scent of his cologne awakened all her senses.

Butterflies tugged at her tummy at the sight of him. Her skin started to tingle and her heart thudded wildly in her chest until she remembered how she had rubbed herself against his body, desperately trying to create some friction against her clit. While he had been spanking her.

Oh God she had done that.

Immediately she turned her attention away from him, too embarrassed to face him. But her last thought had been the way he had touched her, softly caressing the same skin area he had spanked so blisteringly hard with his hand.

She needed to get it into her head that there was nothing romantic about being spanked. Nothing at all. It had hurt. It would still hurt.

“You’re late,” he said. “We’ll let it pass this one time. I took the liberty of writing out your chores since you can’t seem to grasp the concept of verbal communication.” He handed her a sheet of paper and wouldn’t give up until she took it from him.

“Make sure you have everything done by the time we get home.”

With that, he slipped out of the room like a broody bear who had stepped on a thorn. She was the thorn.

She groaned, skimmed the list, and silently mimicked hisI took the liberty of writing out your chores since you can’t seem to grasp the concept of verbal communication.

She would be better off if she stopped thinking about the three Carter brothers entirely. Especially when she had suddenly become such a tight ball of fire, ready to implode at any given moment if any one of them came near her again, let alone touched her again.

She had never felt that way for any other men, not because she hadn’t tried. She dated actively, but the minute it came to anything physical, she found a ton of reasons not to go any further and most all times the reasons concerned her, not them. Which would probably be the reason she would remain a virgin until she died.

She didn’t want to think that the real reason she kept putting it off was that she was punishing herself. As if she were only meant to enjoy superficial things, like spending money and being an heiress. She even felt guilty when she made herself come.

She shook off her orgasm-gloom. She had other things to think about.

The most crucial thing was to find a way to leave immediately. She was wasting time, which she didn’t have. She didn’t have any money either and she needed time to find some before her life imploded.

As soon as she heard their truck pull away, she jumped out of the bed then promptly fell over.

The damn track pants had loosened up around her waist and rolled down her legs.

Annoyed and frustrated, she quickly removed it, leaving her in nothing but one of their T-shirts, which really fitted her like a dress and her trainers which she had put on. Her feet had started to hurt. She had gone too long without wearing heels. But that was a problem for another time as well.

She would deal with proper clothes later after she found a way back to civilization where she had to meet the tabloid journalist in person, or he was going to go ahead with his spread. She was in for the negotiation of her life. If nothing she hoped she’d find his human side and he would take pity on her. She also had to be careful of what she said to him. She didn’t want him digging deeper into her history with Emily Martin and discovering Emily was missing.

She had obeyed his conditions which was why she couldn’t tell anyone about him. The men in her life, her brothers basically, would not let her go within a mile of him if she told them about the man blackmailing her. It wasn’t just about her unsavory pictures being on display for the world to see. It was the story he meant to go with the images that put lives in the balance.

Heiress spiraling out of control ten years after destroying Emily Martin’s life.

That was the headline he was going to go with without knowing that if his article was released, he would be putting the spotlight back on them and it would result in Emily ending up dead. Easy collateral, they had said to her, if she changed the status quo from what it was.

In the bathroom, she was grateful to find a toothbrush still in its packaging and she quickly ripped it open. She used a new tube of toothpaste and quickly brushed her teeth.

Shivery all over at what lay ahead for her, the reality of her situation sinking in, deeper and deeper, she slowly opened the bedroom door and peeked out. She had to make sure they were gone and not just lurking around somewhere, waiting to pounce on her. It was exactly something they would do.

Satisfied she was alone, she began the process of her escape.

She had no phone. There wasn’t a landline in the house she could use. She looked freaking everywhere. There didn’t even seem to be any internet, either, so looking for a laptop would prove futile. She was wholly alone and completely isolated from the rest of the world.

But God help her, everything around her smelled like them. And she hated it.

She opened the front door and went outside. If she could find a vehicle, surely she would be able to find a set of keys inside the house.

Except there was no vehicle in sight at all.

Panicking now, she twirled around her, taking in the vast beauty of the land. From her peripheral, she saw a pack of dogs charging toward her. Their tales wagging and their tongues sticking out from their mouths.

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