“She can’t,” Colt interrupts me, and I glare over at him. “We have lunch with our parents today.”
Shit! I forgot all about that. They came back this morning from their trip. “We can do dinner?” I offer.
He nods, smiling down at me. “Dinner it is.” He gently kisses my lips and then turns to leave.
“Oh, Nate. I have something you might want.” Colt stands at the table, reaches into his jeans pocket, and pulls out a cell phone.
My eyes widen, and I feel the blood drain from my face while my heart begins to pound in my chest.
“Missing this?” he asks Nate.
“Where did you find it?”
In my fucking car!I want to scream but can’t rat myself out.
Colt smirks at me. Tossing it to Nate, he keeps his eyes locked on mine. “Someone brought it to me. You must have dropped it last night when you arrived.”
Fucking liar!
Nate frowns, catching it midair. “Thanks, Colt.”
“My pleasure.” He sits down, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest this time. “I also charged it for you.”
I’m going to fucking kill him.And by the way he’s smiling at me, the fucker is going to enjoy it. My blood is boiling, my body physically shaking. This was all part of his plan. He somehow knew why Nate came over last night. He also had to have known that Nate hadn’t seen the video of Colt and me online.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Nate tells him.
It requires a code to unlock, so I’m guessing Nate isn’t worried about Colt going through it. He honestly thinks that Colt was being a nice guy. But I know that Colt doesn’t do anything unless it benefits him.
“It kept going off. I think there was some kind of emergency or something,” Colt adds. “Seemed pretty serious, though.” He tilts his head to the side, his green eyes looking sympathetic when he adds, “Hope everything is okay.”
I let out a growl before stopping myself from jumping onto the table and slamming his face into it over and over again until it knocks all of his pretty teeth out of his fucking mouth. He already sports a bruise on his chin where I punched him in the shower. His eyes need to match.
“Okay, I’ll look into that,” Nate tells him before kissing my cheek.
I don’t dare move.
“I’ll call you later.” He taps my ass and then turns to leave.
The moment I hear the front door shut, I take in a deep breath. “You … son of a bitch,” I manage to spit out through gritted teeth. I reach over, grabbing a cake that someone brought for the party last night, and throw it across the room, hitting him in the chest.
“Hey, I was going to eat that.” Finn frowns, watching the chocolate chunks fall off Colt to the marble floor.
“What?” He cocks his head; his dark hair is standing in different directions, letting me know he hasn’t fixed it yet. The thought of Amy’s hands in it this morning while his head was between her legs doesn’t help my already sour mood. “Don’t you want him to see how good you are at sucking dick?” he asks innocently.
Oh, this motherfucker.“He’s well aware of that already,” I counter.
There’s a tick in his sharp jaw, and he stands, flicking the pieces of cake off his shirt as he walks toward me slowly. My eyes drop to his fisted hands, and I think he’s planning on choking me out. I’m prepared to break my already sore hand on his motherfucking face. “Watch it, princess—”
“Raylee?”
I turn to see Nate standing under the white archway to the entrance of the kitchen with his cell in one hand and his eyes on mine.
“It’s not what you think,” I say defensively, knowing the moment he unlocked his phone, he watched it. I’m sure that everyone he knows has watched it by now. Who knows how many texts and calls he’s had from friends informing him that his girlfriend is fucking her stepbrother?
“Oh … so you’re not on your knees in the formal dining room with Colt’s dick down your throat,” he says slowly. His eyes remain on mine. “Because that’s exactly what was happening in the video I just saw.”
“It was—” I was about to say that was six weeks ago, before we got together, but I just cheated on the man this morning in the shower.
