Page 29 of Hate So Deep
“Are you?” I spit and he smiles.
“I’m good, baby doll.”
A tingle of annoyance dances down my spine and I grab the bottle from his hand before sucking down the last of it.
When I’m done, I lick the rim, goosebumps gathering on my skin when his eyes darken.
With a small smile, I push the empty bottle back into his hand while he stares at me with a weird glint in his eyes.
However, once more, my world is rocked when a stunning redhead appears by his shoulder and says, “Hey baby, who’s this?”
Her red tipped talons curl around his arm and my mind goes blank for a second before I suck in a breath.
Eyeing her sleek black dress, cute knee-high boots, and porcelain complexion with nary a wart or fucking blemish in sight, I decide that I hate her.
I’m no slouch. I know I’m not the most gorgeous woman but I’m pretty enough.
However, next to this woman with her bright blue eyes, beautiful pale skin and high cheekbones, I’m a fucking troll.
“Sweetie,” Dirk says, glancing down, “this is Colt’s sister, Lauren.”
Sweetie. Ugh.
This is just fucking perfect. I came to this goddamn party, knowing Colt wouldn’t want me here, to interrogate this fucker and now I have to contend with this?
I’m not ready.
Frankly, I can’t feel my damn lips even though I manage to summon a wretched smile when she says, “Hi! I’m Kayla. I’ve heard so much about you. I’m so happy to finally meet Dirk’s family.”
Finally? How long has this been going on?
I mean we fucked just a few weeks ago. Is he for fucking real?
Idly I wonder what’s wrong with his real family while I process her words. Just what did Dirk tell this woman and why does my chest burn at being defined as his family.
“Hello,” I finally mutter when she taps his arm.
“Foods being served, baby,” she says before turning to me. “You want to join us?”
My stomach sinks even further at her choice of words—us—before I shake my head and back away.
“No, I’m good. Thanks,” I say because I’d rather eat with my half-fucking-brother then subject myself to this.
That’s how badly this burns and I avoid Dirk’s gaze as I step toward the entrance to the private room.
When I look back, they’re retreating to the table in the back and my heart sinks.
Why am I still hung up on this asshole?
Chapter 11
NOW
Lauren
I’m ready to run and I’ve barely arrived when Dad approaches with a wide grin, followed by Celia.
Fuck me now.
