Page 43 of Hate That Blooms
Why the fuck do guys have to be so fucking difficult?
Chapter27
Joaquín
She fucking knows. Gabriela knows it’s been me this whole time. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m screwed. I’ve ruined everything just when things started to get better between us. Now what am I supposed to do?
I thought I wouldn’t care, that it would just roll off my back once it was out in the open. But I was wrong. My heart feels like it has broken into a thousand tiny shards of glass. She wants me to man up and actually sit down and talk with her. How the hell am I supposed to do that? How do I sit in front of her and explain that I’m madly in love with her and have been since we were kids, but I fucking resent her for who her father is and what he did to my family?
How can I give her my heart when part of me is still so fucking angry?
I grip my phone tightly, preparing myself to call her, when it suddenly rings. Hoping it’s Gabriela, I quickly flip it over.
But it’s my mother.
Oh, no. I can’t fucking do this.
I need to do this. Get this over with and hopefully you’ll get some closure.
“What do you want?” I speak into the phone as I answered on the fourth ring before it hits my voicemail. I’m sure she can hear the anger in my voice.
“Mijo, I know you’re angry.”No shit, puta.
“Angry doesn’t even come close to how I feel. You abandoned me. You left me like I meant nothing to you. How could you do that? I’m your own flesh and blood. All for him.” As the words escape my lips, I can feel the tremor in my voice, all the pain I’ve bottled up inside finally ready to be released onto her.
“You wouldn’t understand, Joaquín, and I won’t try to explain it. It would get us nowhere. I called to talk to you about Gabriela and the little one. She met her father and I for dinner one night to talk about the house and she mentioned you were being cruel to her.” She clears her throat and then speaks in her scolding, motherly voice. “I didn’t raise you to be cruel to women, Joaquín—you treat her with respect and kindness. She is raising that little girl by herself.”
“She’s doing it alone because your piece of shit boyfriend dipped out on his kids just like you did with me. Except he gave Gabriela custody after her mother fucking died. Does it feel good, mom, knowing the man you chose left his eighteen-year-old daughter to raise his three-year-old autistic daughter?” I’m fuming at this point. I can’t believe what she is doing. There is no way she is going to plead her case to me when she is standing behind his actions.
“He’s my husband, Joaquín, and those girls are now your step sisters, so you will be kind to them.”
“You married him?” I draw in a deep breath. “Step sisters?”
“Look, this was a mistake—you obviously aren’t ready to talk. I’ll try again soon. Maybe you’ll have worked through some emotions of it and we can work on our relationship from there.”
“Don’t fucking call me again.” I hang up and toss my phone into the pillows behind me.
Gabriela is my stepsister.I sit with this for a moment and if anything—it doesn’t change the way I feel towards her. It makes me even more turned on. I still want to bury my cock inside her and fill her so full of my cum that she has my babies.Fuck, I am so fucked in the head.
Reaching behind me for my phone, I pull up our text thread.
Did you know they got married?
A few moments pass and I watch the three little dots move across the screen. I chew on the inside of my cheek, waiting for her response.
Yes, I did. They told me when I went to meet with my dad because he wants me to sell our house and split the money with him. I told them to go fuck themselves.
So you knew I was your step brother when I ate your pussy and then came in your mouth and on your tits?
Yes.
You still wanna ride your brother’s face, Reina?
Don’t call me that.
When you grow a pair and can talk about your feelings with me, then I will reconsider being tu reina. Until then, I’m just your stepsister, which, if I remember correctly, you hate me.
Don’t say it, Joaquín—don’t do it.
