“Why did you do that?” Vincent questioned the cold guy, who was pulling out some drinks.
“You don’t need to know,” Klaus replied, reaching for the cups as well.
“I don’t need to know why you beat up Simon and almost killed two men? I know you did it for a reason, so tell me.”
“Since you know I did it for a reason, let it slide,” Klaus shrugged, placing the drinks on the table before turning on the television.
Vincent’s eyes stayed fixed on his stubborn friend. “Since when did you start keeping things from me?”
“Friends have limits on what they can tell each other,” Klaus mumbled, opening the box of pizza on the table.
“Friends? We’re brothers, sinful motherfucker… brothers.”
“Siblings have limits too,” Klaus said, taking a bite. “You didn’t tell me you slept with Vivian, so we’re even.”
“That was high school, and this isn’t about girls. You hit Simon, and the fact that you’re avoiding telling me means it involves me.”
“No, it doesn’t. We cool?” Klaus lied. It was better if Vincent didn’t know.
Vincent’s anger was hell, especially when it came to Morticia. You didn’t want to see the devil lurking behind those charming smiles. He would kill Simon, and that would cause a big problem. Vincent’s actions were impulsive.
“No!” Vincent snapped.
“Take a slice of pizza, drink, and sleep. You’ll be cool.”
“Fuck you, Sin,” Vincent finally gave up.
—
A kiss with Klaus? That had to be a dream, right?
Even if she had kissed Klaus, he would never kiss her back. There was no way that was real.
Morticia shook her head. She was trying so hard to focus on reading, but the thought kept lingering in her mind.
She sighed and shut her book. Her eyes settled on Valerie, who was busy with her phone as usual.
“Hey, Valerie.”
Valerie met her gaze, her expression blank, but Morticia was used to her mean aura.
“I just wanted to ask, how’s your sister, Sienna? I heard she was sick.”
“Sick?” Valerie questioned, seeming not to know about her sister’s health issue. What she said next shocked Morticia.
“That’s great news. I hope she doesn’t recover.” After her words, Valerie returned her gaze to her phone.
“That’s so cruel. Why do you hate her so much?” Morticia couldn’t help but ask.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because she’s my brother’s girlfriend, and she seems nice,” Morticia replied.
“Yeah, she’s the nicest person on earth,” sarcasm laced in Valerie’s voice.
Morticia shook her head and pulled out her diary, writing about her experiences-her moments with Jamie, and how they shared their second kiss.
But once again, the thought of kissing Klaus crossed her mind. She needed to talk to him.
—
Dimitri watched Simon smoking angrily, his gaze dark. There was a bandage on his forehead and nose.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Simon mumbled, his chest heaving with rage.
“He’s your strongest man, Simon. You can’t kill Sin, and you know that,” Dimitri said.
“He disrespected me. No one disrespects me and gets away with it. And this is all your fault.”
“You should’ve been careful. You should’ve sent better men to deal with her,” Dimitri rolled her eyes. “Leave Sin out of this. If you hurt him, you’re hurting me too.”
“Those men were good. Someone among us snitched and told Klaus. What the hell do you need that nerd’s nude for anyway?” Simon asked, gazing up at her.
“I wanted her to pay. Sin had ordered a hit on me because of her. I told you already. He’s so protective of her. I want Sin for myself.”
She continued, “I guess we should lay low for now, since she’s always around Sin and Vincent.”
“Whatever… but first, I need to know who told Sin.”
—
It was the weekend, and when Morticia returned home, Vincent and Ava weren’t there.
Vincent had gone for dance practice, and Ava was at an interview.
Morticia stared at her mother’s beautiful smile on the television as she answered questions from the host. Switching off the TV, she wondered if Klaus was around.
Wearing her pink hoodie, she headed toward the fourth building across the street. The familiar security man greeted her and let her in.
“Is Klaus home?”
“Yes, he is,” he replied politely.
The house was simple, yet luxurious and comfortable. It had a swimming pool, a small hut for drinking, and a garden. It was beautiful in full light.
Morticia knocked lightly on the door.
“Come in,” Klaus’s nasal voice called from inside.
He was playing a video game, shirtless, with a headset on and his hair messy. The ring on his lip was tucked between his teeth as he focused on the screen.
“Shit,” he cursed as he lost the game. His eyes went to her and then back to the screen.
“Hey, Bunnie, what’s up?”
Morticia hesitated. “C-can we talk?”
“Talk about what?” His voice was husky.
“A-about that night.”
His eyes stayed on his game. “What about it?”
Morticia wanted to drop the subject because of his attitude. If something had happened that night, he should have shown a sign at least… but still, she wanted clarity.
“Did something happen… between us?”
Klaus finally paused and looked up at her, his expression unreadable.
“You should leave, Bunnie.”
“Why?”
“Why are you hesitating to say it?” He threw the question back at her.
Morticia bit her lip. What if she was wrong? That would be so embarrassing.
“Never mind,” she turned to leave, but his next words made her stop.
“Are you talking about the kiss?”
Morticia’s eyes widened. It happened. Klaus and she had shared a kiss!
She slowly turned to face him. He approached her, each step making her heart race.
“You remember,” he mumbled, his voice making her skin tingle. His gaze was sharp, and it was hard for her to predict what was going on in his head.
“I… I do, and… that was wrong,” her voice returned to its firm tone as her eyes locked with his.
“Wrong?”
“I have a boyfriend.”
“The wimp.”
Morticia glared. “He’s not a wimp, and whatever happened between us was a mistake. I was drunk, and you shouldn’t have done that.”
“Yeah, I shouldn’t have done that. But you could’ve ignored it, and you didn’t. Besides-” he took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
He leaned close and whispered, “You kissed me first, Bunnie.”
His intense gaze sent goosebumps all over her. His amazing cologne filled her nose, and she secretly inhaled more.
“I was drunk.”
He chuckled. “People are mostly their true selves when they’re drunk. Did I really hurt you? How? When? Where?”
Morticia tried to control her breathing. His closeness was affecting her. She had never felt this way around Jamie.
Yeah, she had Jamie… this was wrong.
“Like I said. I was drunk.”
His lips curled up slightly, his tongue rolling over the ring on his lower lip.
“Here’s the deal. You leave through the door right now, we’ll forget all of this and get back to our lives. But if you stay-” he paused, his gaze intense.
“… I’ll kiss you again, and you’ll know the reason why I’m called Sin.”