Page 20 of Sinful Desires

The urge to punch her for waking me was strong. It had been a long time since I’d gotten a good nap like that, and it was destroyed. I never felt the need to nap at my foster homes because either I had chores to do, things to ruin, or people to mess with. Being bad could be exhausting.

“It’s dinner time,” she chirped. “We’re meeting with Gia like…” she trailed off and glanced down at her phone. “Right now. Come on.”

“We?”

I wasn’t used to people including me in anything. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure how I felt about that.

“Yeah. Unless you aren’t hungry.” She shrugged and started toward her closet. Her long red hair swished behind her, brushing across the middle of her back.

“I’m always hungry,” I admitted unapologetically before crawling out of bed and planting my feet against the floor. “How did your little visit go earlier?” I pressed with a knowing smirk as I drifted toward my own closet, swinging the door open and shuffling through my clothes.

“We totally fucked.” She whirled around, holding a bundle of clothes in her arms. Her cheeks were tinted pink which I found amusing and totally unlike her from what I knew about her already. She didn’t seem like the type of girl to blush. “It was sooo good. He bent me over the bed.”

I scrunched up my nose, but my face split into a grin despite it. “Thank you for that image,” I clipped dryly. “Because thinking of you getting railed right before dinner totally increases my appetite.”

She snorted in amusement. “Glad I could help.”

Gathering my own clothes, I moved over to my bedside and started getting ready. I changed into a pair of gray leggings and paired it with a black crop top.

Once I was dressed, I moved on to my make up where I painted a thin layer of mascara and gloss in the right places, right before slipping my feet into my black combat boots and completing the outfit with my leather jacket.

I dropped my dirty clothes in a pile within the closet, before snatching my hairbrush and working it through my hair.

“Ready?” She questioned, painting on some pink gloss of her own before shoving it into her over-shoulder purse.

“Hell yes. I’m starving.”

With that, she led the way to the door, allowing the noise from the hall to flood through the threshold. Everyone and their grandma seemed to be out right now if the loud chatter was any indication.

Raven locked the door behind us. Thankfully, I had my keycard stashed in my G-string, and my pants were tight enough that the sucker wasn’t moving.

Just as we neared the elevator an arm snaked its way around my shoulders causing me to tense instantaneously. Raven was staring between me and whoever the hell was next to me now with raised eyebrows.

Shrugging the culprit off, I turned, my eyes clashing with a pair of caramel ones.

Holy shit; he was even hotter up close. My gaze raked down his body of its own accord, noting the way his fitted, white, T-shirt clung to his sculpted physique.

What Collin wanted from me; I had no idea. By the way he was smirking at me, he definitely knew I was checking him out right now, and inflating his ego was the last thing this place needed.

Plastering on a look of indifference, I arched an expectant brow. “Is there a reason you’re touching me, or have you just not figured out the concept of personal space, yet?”

He shrugged, seemingly unphased by my comment. “I didn’t see you at practice earlier,” he replied nonchalantly like that justified him putting his hands on me. “I was looking for you.”

“Bummer,” I retorted, causing Raven to snicker from beside me. “Don’t you have a girlfriend or something?”

I had no idea if he did or didn’t, but it wouldn’t surprise me. Clearly Hunter didn’t give a shit.

His jaw flexed beneath the pressure of him gritting his teeth. “We’re not exclusive. I can fuck whoever I want.”

Once the elevator slid open, we all shuffled inside.

“Does she know that?” Raven intervened. “That you guys aren’t exclusive?”

This guy was a complete tool. I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex with someone for my own benefit. Usually, it was a ploy to hurt someone else because I was just a piece of shit, and never found any pleasure in it. But after being sexually assaulted, I didn’t want to find pleasure in it.

“If it hasn’t already been made clear enough, Corbin,” I started, intentionally butchering his name. “I’m just not that into you.”

Raven barked a laugh, but by the look on Collin’s face he wasn’t amused in the slightest. Thankfully, the elevator doors slid open, saving me from whatever shitstorm was about to happen.

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