The almost naked girl falls over and lands on the floor with a soft moan.
What the fuck? I pinch myself making sure it’s not a dream.
There is a girl … who is not Mel … in my house … only wearing panties. I sneak a peek at the naked breasts glaring at me, the luscious body.
She’s not ugly, I must admit that much, but my dick doesn’t even move. Not one little twitch.
How did she get in here?
Last night, exhausted after two days of grueling training sessions, I fell asleep on my couch, still in my under-racing outfit – thank luck for that I guess.
Frustrated I slam the coffee table top with my palm, waking the girl on the floor. She complains but sits up and grabs her head in her hands.
I’m hungry and tired and sweaty and very very angry.
I know nothing happened, but I for sure as hell don’t want any other girl near my house or my body for that matter. It must be one of the brothers playing a prank on me.
Was I so deep asleep that I didn’t hear people coming into my house? Fuck. I need to fix up my security – be better prepared since D is after my blood and aiming for Mel.
Mel. Shit, what is Mel going to think about this? Will she believe me? I fucking hope so.
Getting Mel is the most important thing in my life – I’m not going to let anybody fuck around with my happiness.
I walk with angry strides to the kitchen, looking for the asshole brother this girl belongs to.
What if Mel walked in and saw the bitch on top of me? Shit, I don’t even want to think about that. I’ll probably lose her before I even have her.
All the guys have keys to my house, but I think it’s high time I take them back. Maybe get an alarm system and cameras and things. I’ll talk to Uncle John to fix me up.
“Where the hell are you?” I briskly pace through the whole house but to no avail. There is no one here. I walk back to take my anger out on the slut.
“Hey, get up!” She moans and lifts her head as if it’s not an easy thing to do, then she looks at me, a painful expression on her face.
“Get dressed. You need to go!” I’m almost yelling.
“Ug, my head hurts. Who are you? Where’s Enrique?” She pouts and openly checks me out. So my suspicions were correct.
“You have to leave. I need to be somewhere.” I’m furious at Enrique right now. He brought this girl to my house thinking …
Hell, it’s useless … sometimes the brothers just don’t think at all. And now that he’s gone he left her with me. Fuck that guy. This is the last time. I’m definitely taking back all my freaking keys.
“I think my purse is still at the club,” the brunette says while strapping on her bra. “Can I borrow some money?”
“Just get dressed. I’m going to take a shower.” I go into the bathroom and shut the door. When I get out of the shower I quickly pull on some clothes, before she decides to come and find me.
I find the brunette sitting at the table in the kitchen, fully dressed in jeans and a red blouse, with a cup of coffee in her hands. She doesn’t look up, looking really pitiful, but I don’t feel sorry for her.
“Are you gay or something?” Shit, what is it with these people? Do I look gay?
I ignore her and walk away, pulling out my phone to find out exactly what Enrique’s problem is. He answers on the second ring, and I attack immediately, leaving all manners behind. Hell, he doesn’t deserve a greeting – he’s fucking with my happiness here.
“What the fuck, asshole -” I yell, “You can’t just drop your sluts at my house and expect me to get rid of them!” I’m furious.
“This is not cool. You know my rules,” still shouting, “And you know I’m trying to build a relationship with someone. Why are you fucking with my life here?”
“Hey, fucking calm down dude,” he barks back “What slut? Are you drunk or something, bro?” I take a deep breath and pout. The girl sits silently looking down at the cup in her hand.
“The girl you left here last night.”
“I don’t know anything about a girl.”
“Seriously. I’m looking right at her. Dark hair, good body, red shirt.”
“I wasn’t near your house last night. I was fucking some blonde in Outer Richmond.” Enrique sounds lost and confused.
“Dude, the girl said you brought her here.” My voice is more natural. I’m getting back my cool.
“Fuck, bro,” Enrique is now getting more uptight, “I promise you it wasn’t me.” He’s telling the truth. The brothers always do.
“Then how did she get here?”
“How the fuck should I know?” he says harshly. “Ask her.” The girl is sitting with her head in her hands again.
“I’ll see you now.” I drop the line and take a seat opposite her. I don’t want to get too close. “What happened last night?” She looks up at me.
“I went to Inferno to meet my friend.” It’s as if she’s straining to remember. “The owner, Enrique, gave me something to drink, on the house.” She lifts her head slightly as if it is difficult to do so.
“I don’t understand … I only had one drink … but he had to carry me to his car.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I can’t remember anything after that.” She grunts again as if in pain. “My head bloody hurts.”
I get up and give her some pain pills.
“I think you’ve been drugged.” The same way as Mel. And Enrique would never do that. But I know who will.
“Come, I need to go,” I say grabbing my bags and keys. “We can talk on the way.” I’m thinking that D is behind this. And she might have seen him.
I make sure to lock all my doors, then walk to my garage. The girl sucks in her breath, face beaming. I stare at the huge room filled with some of the most expensive vehicles available. The black Lamborghini is a gift – an advertisement for the brand. The same way Ferrari sponsors the twins, and Logan promotes Porsche.
But today I’m taking the ‘family car’, meaning my red Ford pick-up. I put my bag in and jump behind the steering wheel. The girl seems to be frozen on the spot.