“I think redheads are more stupider than blondes. Don’t you think so, too, Buster?” Karlee gave me a disgusted once-over.
Now,thatwas disrespectful. And grammatically incorrect.
Despite not wanting to start an argument with her, I couldn’t help but correct her. “It’sstupider.”
“What?” Her expression shifted to that innocent, baby-like look. “I don’t understand.”
“Stupideris the comparative form ofstupid. You didn’t have to putmorein front of it. It’s—ah, why do I even bother?” I shook my head and took a deep breath before looking at Callan. “Can I go now?”
For the first time since I’ve known Callan, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. And while I was glad that at least someone here appreciated how smart I was, I couldn’t care too much about it.
“Yeah, you can go eat now.”
I gave him one last look before walking past them and heading to the kitchen, where I did, in fact, eat more than one slice of pizza. I had to take off the cheese, though, and I stayed clear of the sushi because I didn’t know how long that raw fish had been on the kitchen counter, but I did enjoy the pizza before heading upstairs.
4
Lana
I slept in longer than usual this morning. I told myself I deserved it after the week I’d had, and so I stayed in bed, reading three chapters of the book I was currently absorbed in, and let myself drift in between the lines before forcing myself to get up and face the day.
I didn’t have a strict plan for the morning, but I liked Saturdays. They always gave me an excuse to get out of the house, even if it was just for a walk or a stop at the library. I stepped into the shower, and by the time I was dressed and ready, I felt a little more prepared to face whatever was waiting for me behind my bedroom door.
It should’ve never been an obstacle to overcome, leaving my bedroom, but since this house was always filled with people, I never really felt like opening the door without bracing myself first.
This morning, though, I wasn’t met with anyone running around naked in the hallway, or loud noises coming from whatever room had turned into an orgy-fest.
The house was quiet. I was skeptical at first, narrowing my eyes at the lack of people around me, but then I decided not to question it.
Heading downstairs, I hoped my cereal and milk were still there. My stomach grumbled despite the slices of pizza I had eaten late last night. I moved quietly through the house, trying to ignore the smells that always seemed to linger, no matter how often Callan’s housemaids cleaned. I made my way to the kitchen, expecting to be alone there too, but I was wrong.
Sitting on the counter was Karlee, completely naked, with Callan standing between her legs. They were in the middle of having sex, right there on the counter where I had planned to eat my breakfast.
“Gross,” I muttered, scrunching my nose as I paused, unsure of what to do. Leaving was an option, but I didn’t want to spend money eating out. I could’ve reached into Callan’s cock-shaped mug and grabbed some bills, or I could’ve stayed and ignored what was happening, just eating my cereal, and get on with my morning.
It wasn’t like this was an unusual view, so I chose the latter. My stomach growled again, reminding me that I needed food, and I was still determined to stick to the plan I had set for myself. I moved slowly, keeping my distance, and made my way to the cupboards where I grabbed a bowl and the cereal. The spoon and almond milk were next, and once I was seated at the table, I forced myself to focus on my breakfast and block out everything else around me.
It was hard.
Karlee’s moans were obnoxiously loud, and they sounded completely fake. There was no way she was actually making those noises naturally. They were exaggerated, and she sounded exactly like any pornstar would do to make a scene seem more exciting.
I never watched porn, but I wasn’t oblivious to Callan’s world.
I made the mistake of looking up when she let out the loudest, most dramatic cry, and my eyes met Callan’s. He wasn’t even moving. No thrusting, no touching her. Nothing. It was obvious she was putting on a show, and he was letting her do it for whatever reason.
I raised a brow at him, spoon frozen halfway to my mouth, silently challenging him to do something. Anything. This whole scene was amusing, and it was just too ridiculous to take seriously.
He kept his eyes on me as he pulled away from Karlee. He wrapped an arm around her waist to lift her off the counter, and just when I thought I could finally be done with this, he leaned in and said to her, “Suck my dick, baby.”
Oh, good lord.
I rolled my eyes and took another bite, refusing to get up and leave. At least from behind the counter, I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing.
What I could see, though, was him. His eyes stayed locked on me. His expression shifted from annoyance to pleasure as Karlee followed his command, doing what she had to do to stay relevant in his world.
My brows stayed arched, still challenging him, because I couldn’t stop myself.
I wanted him to see that I wouldn’t let his way of living affect me, and since he had made it clear that I officially lived here now, I had every right to be in the kitchen. Whether he thought it was respectful or appropriate to get a blowjob in front of me was entirely his choice.
