“So I’ll ask you one last time. Are. You. A virgin?”
All right. I’ve had enough of this.
“If you’re done playing creep…” I crossed my arms and gave him a firm huff. “I’d like to get dressed.”
For a second, I thought Devlin was going to argue. Instead, he leaned back and fixed a serious expression on his face.
“Breakfast is in ten minutes.”
“And I care why?”
“You didn’t eat last night.”
What was it with this guy? None of my foster parents cared when I ate. In fact, the less I ate, the happier they were. Food costs money, and they liked to spend as little as possible. One place even had a lock on the fridge.
“Did you poison my food or something?” It wouldn’t surprise me.
Not a single spark of emotion flashed across his face. “You think I’d let you off that easy?”
Well, that’s comforting.
“I’ll give you fifteen minutes,” Devlin said and strode toward the door.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t hungry—my stomach growled at the thought of food—it was the principal of the matter that made me argue. “Or what?”
He stopped with his hand on the door. “I take it you remember what happened last night?”
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Wouldn’t be forgetting that any time soon.
“Are you going to bring your brothers this time, too, or do you think you can handle me on your own?”
The only response I got was a quiet snicker as he left, slamming the door behind him.
Leave it to Charmaine to marry into the asshole family.
I took my time getting dressed, carefully going through every article of clothing I owned before settling on a light pink shirt and pair of jeans. An outfit I’d already picked out in my mind, but… Well, fuck Devlin.
I even did my makeup and curled my hair a bit. Then I threw it in a ponytail, because, again, fuck Devlin. After that, I pondered over what socks to wear. Black, white, or blue?
Black was the obvious choice. They kind of went with everything, but there was something to be said about blue. Then again, barefoot was always an option, too.
Did I mention fuck Devlin?
By the time I actually left my room, I was well past the fifteen-minute timeline he gave me. I kind of expected to find him in the hallway, tapping his foot impatiently. He seemed like the toe-tapping type. Honestly, I’d prefer squaring off with him then embarking on another adventure of ‘find that room.’
Thankfully, it didn’t take too long to locate the kitchen. Mainly because Wyatt’s stupid laugh rang through the house, leading me right there. I thought about avoiding my stepbrothers all together, but I’d never been one to let a bunch of dicks push me around.
So, I waltzed right in with my head held high, utterly intent on ignoring them.
That was easier said than done.
Devlin’s gaze was the first to land on me. “You’re five minutes late.”
Only five? Damn, I thought I took longer.
Wyatt gave me a cocky smirk. “At least she smells better.”
“Smell doesn’t matter when she still looks like shit,” Magnus muttered.
