You’ve been a very bad girl, sis.
I’m turning your ass a pretty shade of red before I fuck your throat later tonight.
He touched you and you let him. I hope this was worth it, flower, because his hand now belongs to me.
Dahlia
please, don’t do anything to him.
you literally told me to go on a date with him
I never wanted to go out with him. You walked away, Jax
He doesn’t respond, leaving me on the edge of my seat. The unknown always scares me, and he knows that. I look up from my phone, finding Michael staring at me with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
“Are you seriously talking to some other guy while you’re on a date with me?”
“That’s not what’s happening.” I shake my head.
Michael leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You still mumble? I thought you would’ve gotten over that.”
My lips thin as I hold back every insult that pops into my mind. I just got into a fight yesterday, and I prefer to avoid another beating because of some fragile male ego.
“It was Jaxon,” I say through clenched teeth.
Michael’s facial features twist in disgust, and he leans back in his seat to put more space between us, like I’m carrying some disease. “You two really are close, aren’t you?”
I shrug. I’m not answering that question because I’m afraid I’ll spill the beans about us beingreally, reallyclose. It’s not something I would tell anyone, but sometimes I say things without thinking it over.
“Did he ever get a girlfriend, or is he still a virgin with aweird fascinationwith you?” Michael says with a smirk.
The brakes screech in my mind as I reel over what he said. In school, people spread rumors that Jaxon and I were fucking. They weren’t true, but it was one of the many reasons people ruthlessly bullied me. It’s weird how even though that rumor spread, Michael asks that question. Then another thing Michael said stands out.
Is Jaxon a virgin?
I shrug and play with a string on my fishnets, pulling it, then letting it snap back to my skin. “First, he doesn’t have a weird fascination with me. He’s a protective brother. Second, his sex life is no one’s business but his.”
Michael holds his hands up, palms out in a placating gesture. “Hey, I get it. You don’t need to get so defensive. You two kind of make it easy to assume there’s more between you, which is . . . gross.”
“We’re not doing anything,” I say. My cheeks burn with a blush, which only intensifies as I recall how my big brother ate me out and fingered me earlier today.
Michael looks down at my chest, then my lap,like he can see my phone sitting on my thighs. “Sure you’re not. But when we get together, you can’t be talking to your brother. Especially when we’re fucking.”
My spine straightens as, for the second time, the wheels in my mind pump the brakes. “When we get together?Fucking?”
Our food arrives, and the server smiles at Michael as she sets his plate of food before him, then does the same for me. When she’s out of earshot, Michael turns back to me.
“Yeah?” he says slowly. “I’m buying you lunch. I thought this was common knowledge?”
“You know what?” I stand from my seat and glare right at the asshole. “I don’t even want to be here. Especially not with you.”
Michael guffaws. “So you’re just going to walk away after I paid for your food?”
I roll my eyes and head for the door.
“Dahlia!”
I ignore the jerk and shove the door open. It goes flying and narrowly misses hitting an older woman, who gasps and glares at me.
