I turn my head towardhim.
The military guy is standing next to the porch. Was he waiting for me? A wicked joy rises in me at the thought that he might want to fight me. Maybe if I put my fist in his face, I'd finally find somepeace?
He approaches me, and I remain frozen, tense. I reply sharply:
"What's it to you if I'm fucking her?"
He stares at me coldly. Is he considering killing me? The idea would almost be tempting given the mess my life has become. Then I think of Alabama, and I tell myself I wouldn't mind a few more rounds of sex before I die. But that seems highly unlikely now that her boyfriend is here.
She hadn't told me she had someone in her life.
Then again, you never really got to know her. All you cared about was her perfect ass and her tight little pussy...
The soldier is very close to me now. Close enough that I can make out the green shades in his irises.
"I know guys like you," he finally spits out.
And I can detect all the contempt he feels for me.
"You don't know who I am," I articulate coldly.
He shakes his head, and smirks. "Let me guess... a daddy's boy who thinks college is for fucking anything that moves."
I clench my teeth to contain myself, but he continues, "You can do whatever you want, but you leave Dixie out of this, you hear me?"
He glares at me, and it would probably have more impact if he were taller than me, but we're the same height. I give him a twisted smile:
"It's not your place to decide for her. As far as I'm concerned, there's no chance I'm going to stop fucking her." A flash of anger passes through his eyes and I'm thrilled: I'm not the only one with rage anymore. I drive the nail deeper, whispering to him, "She loves everything I do to her, especially when I put my dick in her..."
The next instant, I feel my head snap backward from the impact of a punch. A well-placed cross that could have knocked me out if I wasn't so amped up.
I straighten up and throw a good right uppercut straight into his stomach. He doubles over but quickly regains his position and our confrontation begins.
29
DIXIE
I putthe finishing touches on the cake batter before sliding it into the oven. I can't wait for Bradley to try the new recipes I've learned.
"Your brother is really handsome," Saphya gushes. The girls are with us while Pia and I work in the kitchen.
"It's the uniform effect," Keri comments.
"He was in civilian clothes," Pia points out.
I wipe my hands before turning around. Keri shrugs. "Doesn't matter. Once you know he's military, your brain fills in the rest..."
"Do you know if he's single?" Saphya asks me.
I shrug. "I have no idea. He doesn't talk to me about his private life."
My friend eyes me suspiciously, and Saphya says, "I don't believe you. You two seem very close."
"And yet, I promise I don't have any info on his love life. He's very secretive and..."
Sonam's sudden entrance interrupts me. "Dixie! Come quick!"
His panicked expression convinces me to follow without question, but Saphya isn't as easily persuaded and peppers uswith questions as she follows. "What's happening? Where are we going?"
