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Chapter4

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Those eyes, the eyes I’ve seen on my best friends’ countless times, but one look at Izzy, and I was lost.She is beautifulwith her long, blond hair, which looks like silk, and an amazing body to go with it.I have to admit, I liked her slim waist, nice breasts, and amazing ass. Despite being tiny, her legs looked amazing, and yeah, I’ve been sitting here drawing her for the last two hours like a dork.I’m fucking crushing on my best friends’ sister.

Tearing off my last drawing of her, I slip it into my back pocket before cleaning my room a little. Fuck, I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since I saw her last night. I had to have her, but when I found out who she was, I couldn’t. Izzy acted like she didn't even like me. I'm hoping it’s the innocent vibe she gives out and not that she has some secret boyfriend at her last home.

Izzy must have been nervous yesterday. I had had a little to drink, so I wasn’t thinking when I held her close like she belonged to me already. When I first saw her, I thought she was sweet and kind, which went with her looks. But then she opened that beautiful mouth of hers, and she called me an asshole in a room full of men twice the size of her. Yeah, I think that's the moment this need to have her happened.I might have my work cut out. I haven't cared about a girl in ages; they are all the same. I will admit I'm not the greatest guy when it comes to girls, but I always tell them it’s one night and nothing more. I never lie, and they use me all the same, but maybe I'm not the best person to be thinking of her.

Especially since this girl is my best friends’ sister and is off-limits.So fucking off-limits.I spent all night thinking of her, and even in her worn clothes, she looked crazy-good.

Grabbing my keys and phone, I hop in my car and drive to the Kings’ house. I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't want to see her, it's my main reason for going. Opening the door like I always have since I first walked in here at thirteen, I feel nervous for the first time. Hell, I even have a key they gave me, and this place has always been a second home. They never lock the damn door, anyway, so a key is pointless. Anyone would have to be mad around here to try to rob the King brothers. I walk into the kitchen to find Elliot talking on his mobile phone.

“Yeah, one hour. All that stuff. Yeah. Fine.” He puts the phone down, looking frustrated as he rubs his face.

“Hey, you all right?” he asks, noticing me coming into the room.

“Yeah, just bored. How's the new sister?” I ask, trying to act casual. I need to see her. It's like an itch I need to scratch. At the same time, I know if I have one taste of her, I’ll be lost forever.Which worries the fuck out of me.

“Out shopping with Sebastian,” he laughs, and I do too. Even though Seb is a massive, six-foot man, he still buys everyone's clothes. Seb can shop for hours, and I think Izzy is his new play thing.

“Did you get in much trouble for last night?” I ask. “Harley looked mad,” I muse, taking a seat on one of the kitchen stools.

“Not too badly. We just have to work in our spare time at the gym and sort out Izzy’s room,” he sighs, getting a juice out of the fridge.

“What are you doing today?” I ask in reply. I’m hoping for a reason I can hang around until she is back.Yeah, I'm that lame.

“Izzy's new bed, furniture, and stuff are coming in a bit. We are setting it up for her,”he groans.

“I’ll help,” I say too quickly, and Elliot raises his eyebrows.

“Why? It’s boring as shit,” he asks in a suspicious voice.

“No plans. I like to help,” I say, lying through my teeth. I remember when Elliot's new desk came last month, and I told him ‘good luck with that’ when he read the instructions and looked to me for help.I try a smile and ignore his knowing stare.

“Okay,” he says slowly, eyeing me.

My phone goes off in my pocket, and I’m thankful for the distraction from Elliot’s questioning looks at me.

Ivy: Mine tonight. I miss your body ;) xoxo

Dammit, I forgot about her, my ‘sort of’ girlfriend, not that I asked her out. She just told people. Well, she sleeps with someone new as much as I do, or did, so I didn't correct her.I should have. When was the last time I saw her?

I realise it was two weeks ago, and I’ve got to end this. Even if the girl I can't stop thinking about doesn't want me. I can't act on how much I want her before I sort out my mess.

We need to talk. Meet me at the café in town at 7 p.m.?

Ivy: No, my house. I don't want to talk xoxo

Seriously, at the café or I will say what I have to on this text.

Yeah, that makes me sound like an asshole, but, honestly, I know she doesn't really care about me.

Ivy: Just say it xoxo

Fine. It's over, sorry.

Ivy: What? Why? Was it because I slept with Daniel last weekend? I’ll make it up to you ;) xoxo

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