Cum shoots across the shower and lands with a loud smack on the tiled floor. I groan loudly, embarrassing heat coursing through my body.SHAME.Intense pain follows the pleasure immediately and I purge the evidence down the drain fervently. Purging my thoughts about Geralynn are a lot more difficult.
I couldneveract on the thoughts that made me climax. Geralynn isn’t worth the prison time. She’s just some mop girl – more worthy of my disgust than my arousal. I wonder sometimes if certain illnesses are contagious. The last thing I want to do is normalize the deviant behavior my father accepts because of his grandchildren.
Geralynn is far beneath receiving a single drop of my cum. I trust this fantasy won’t extend past this singular event. The thought of this compulsion getting worse sickens me completely.
I have to regain control over my mental state. Geralynn is beneath me, she’s beneath Nicki, and she’s beneath anyone in possession of Italian heritage.
Chapter Six
Geralynn
Nicki and I stumble into her brother’s kitchen and I nearly jump out of my skin as Renzo emerges from the darkest corner like an eerie vampire. His cologne creates a toxic cloud around him that only adds to Renzo’s fucked up aura.
“You ladies want some pizza? I popped a frozen one in the oven.”
His house is so ridiculously fancy that they actually have one of those $20,000 kitchen ranges that you only see on HGTV. I would be impressed if I didn’t know he was an entitled monster who inherited all his money from his dad.
Nicki doesn’t seem suspicious, which calms me down a little, even if Renzo’s gaze doesn’t leave my face. He makes me deeply uncomfortable for a strange reason that I can’t place. I told Nicki those sativa heavy strains only make me paranoid. I must be reading into things.
“Please stay for dinner,” Nicki asks, pressing her hands together. “I’m having a stylist come in tomorrow to turn me into a blonde and I need moral support.”
“Is that your deep trauma?”
“Mind your business, Renzo,” Nicki snaps at him. Her standing up for herself saves me from having to do it myself.
“Fine,” he says. “You two clearly consumed enough marijuana to knock out a hippo, so I’ll stay close.”
“Don’t you have anything better going on? Like a girlfriend?” Nicki teases him. Renzo’s eyes flicker over to me and I shiver again. Luckily, I have a hoodie on from our trip to the cold ass dock, so I can hide my physical responses from him. He scares the crap out of me still. It doesn’t stop me from standing up to him, but I agree with Nicki that I would much prefer it if he were somewhere else.
“Dad wants me to keep a close eye on you tonight. He must be suspicious,” Renzo says. I get the sly suspicion that he isn’t telling the truth, but I have no direct evidence of that at all.
“Whatever,” Nicki says. “I’ll make us cocktails.”
“Just what you need. More alcohol,” Renzo sneers almost every word he says. His persistent arrogance over everything disturbs me to my core. Nicki is so much better than the men in her family from everything I’ve seen and heard. He has no right to judge her for alcohol consumption when he doesn’t understand what it’s like to have your own family members steal your autonomy away.
His gaze drops to my chest and I feel my nervous system overreact. I don’t know why I find him so strange and unnerving. Nicki ignores her brother’s tone and pulls ingredients for her cocktail out of the cabinets. I don’t know what she has planned for me, but I didn’t drive so as long as I can walk, drinking a little cocktail can’t hurt.
“Renzo,” Nicki says. “You need to chaperone us next weekend. I’m taking Geralynn over to Cornell University to visit.”
The condescending tone drips off of Renzo’s next statement. “Why would Geralynn need to visit Cornell.”
I waited a year after college to give it time, but I want to give it my best shot and actually go to grad school. Of course Renzo finds a way to look down on that.
“Because she’s super smart and needs to apply? What kind of question is that?”
“I thought she was a janitor,” Renzo says in a condescending tone. Heat tingles around the tips of my ears again. I hate the way he talks about me like I’m less than nothing and even if Iamtough in the face of Renzo’s constant jabs, it hurts to think that we still live in a world where men like Renzo feel comfortable tearing other people down.
I resent this man so deeply that I wish I could break the glass open and cut him. Instead, I have to satisfy myself by glaring at him and slicing him open with the most hateful gaze I can muster without provoking Renzo to react directly.
“Shut the fuck up,” Nicki says with bluntness she attributes to her Italian heritage. Nicki always told me that Italian women are bitches because they had to put up with the biggest assholes of men in their country. I can’t say she’s wrong when I’m faced with Renzo.
Nicki silences her brother by presenting him a cocktail.
“It’s a negroni,” she says.
Renzo glances at the drink. “It’s a bit too brown.” He glances at me for a beat and I try not to read into his facial expression. I don’t care. Renzo’s opinion of me doesn’t matter at all. Nicki doesn’t appear interested in her brother’s critique of her negroni. She carries my cocktail towards me off the counter.
He sips the negroni. “So much vermouth.”
