“Lots of mind blowing sex. Are you familiar with that?”
I did it again, saying things I shouldn’t be saying, but a tinge of self-satisfaction creeps through my veins as I watch Gigi’s reaction. A flush of heat creeps up her neck and into her cheeks. And then… I duck just in time as a white Converse sneaker comes flying towards my left eye.
“You missed,” I taunt.
Gigi’s pissed as all hell and it’s sexy as fuck. Angry heat blends perfectly with the fragrance she’s wearing, and it rolls off of her in delicious waves. My dick is practically shuddering behind the zipper of my jeans.
“Obviously, I wasn’t actually trying to hit you or I would have. How can anyone miss that humongous head of yours?”
“You sure about that because you never really had good eye hand coordination. Don’t you remember fifth grade softball? You struck out every time you went up to bat.”
“Why was a sixth grader even paying attention to what us fifth graders were doing in gym class anyway? You were so weird.”
“Our classes were out on the field at the same time,” I say plainly. “Of course, I saw you. Plus, somebody had to make sure that they picked you for a team. You would have fallen apart if they had picked you last. You were always so dramatic when your feelings were hurt.”
“What are you talking about? They always picked me for a team and picked me early, thank you very much.”
“Yeah, because I made sure of it. Whenever Penny or Kim or Layla were the team captains, I asked them to pick you for their teams and to pick you third. Didn’t you notice that they always selected you third?” I ask with a sense of superior satisfaction. “Didn’t that seem strange to you?”
“You’re lying.”
“Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a Boy Scout and you have no honor.”
“Yeah, well, that’s fucking true.”
Another sneaker flies through the air and I side swipe it to the ground with my hand with the exaggerated reflexes of a ninja.
“I’ve been watching out for your ass longer than you’d like to admit, and I still am. You know it, I know it, and our parents definitely know it. That’s why I’m here. You are like a never ending assignment.”
Speaking of Gigi’s ass, I gnaw uneasily on the corner of my lip as she stands in a huff and walks over to the fridge to grab a flavored sparkling water. She’s dressed in a matching red knit lounge wear set that clings to her rounded physique like it’s begging for mercy.
This may well be the longest month of my life, because while the two of us have been at odds ever since I can remember, I can’t deny that she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen and is growing sexier with each passing minute.
It’s a dangerous feeling. Being attracted to your adversary like this. It completely clouds your judgement. And if either one of our fathers had any idea what I’m thinking right now, they’d both kill me.
Maybe she would too.
Eight
Knox
* * *
Last night I had a vivid dream that I beat up Gigi’s new boyfriend, Matt, and then fucked her senseless while he laid bleeding on the floor a few feet away. Then I woke up, poured two shots of Valencia Rum down my throat, and jerked off until I fell back asleep.
I wonder if she heard any of that?
I rub my hand back and forth against the fuzz on my head to wake myself up and grab my phone from the floor when it dings. It’s a text from my father.
Dad: Confirmed there is indeed a possible danger. Keep a close eye on Gigi and yourself too.
Me: Is mom okay?
Dad: She’s fine. I’ve got her.
Me: And the twins?
