“Can I come in?” Alec asks.
I answer that for him.
“No,” I say before slamming the door shut in his face.
She looks at me in outrage before rolling her eyes and moving towards the kitchen. My feet follow after her before my mind can talk them out of it.
“What crawled up your ass and died this morning?”
I go to speak when her words hit my ears fully.
“The fuck?”
She lets out a little cackle as she pulls down a vase and fills it with water before plopping the sunflowers into it. Once she’s done, she wipes her hands onto a towel and starts back towards the door. Or at least tries to. I take a step in front of her, blocking her way.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“Out,” she says dryly as she attempt to step around me.
I block her easily, and then again when she tries to go the other way.
“With that little fucker?”
She pauses for a moment like she’s trying to wrap her mind around something before she shakes her head.
“I’m sorry, who are you again?”
I don’t respond to her sarcastic quip as she moves past me and for the door.
I sure as fuck make sure to stay hot on her heels though. When she opens the door, I see Alec leaned up against a motorcycle, his smile returning when she steps onto the porch.
“Absolutely fucking not,” I scoff. “Do you know how dangerous those things are?”
“I’ve heard a story or two,” Cassi says, not even turning to look at me as she practically skips towards him.
“Your parents are not going to be happy about this,” I warn.
“Actually, my parents have always loved Alec. They’ll know I’m in safe hands,” she says, casting a look over her shoulder as Alec stands up, offeringher a helmet.
She smiles in thanks as he slips it on over her head, clipping it into place before smirking. He mounts the bike, his own helmet in place as she climbs on behind him. I watch as she slowly slides her body against his, wrapping her arms around his chest before nuzzling into his back. Her face shield is up so I can’t tell if she’s looking at me but let me tell you, the move feels deliberate as fuck and has my pulse jackhammering.
Alec starts up the bike and they take off in a flash while I’m left staring as they go, fucking pissed. Adrenaline takes over as I storm inside, slamming the door shut behind me. I pace several steps, trying to regain control of my breathing. I should be in the shower right now, getting ready to get the fuck back to Boston. So why is it taking everything in me not to call an uber and order them to follow the punk on the tricked out sportster?
You don’t even know her, Nico. What’s the big fucking deal? She was a one night stand. She means, nothing. She is nothing.
I repeat this mantra in my head over and over again, but for some reason, the words won’t sink in. Before I’m able to think this through, I’m climbing the stairs and slipping into Carly’s childhood room. The bed is empty, just the faint sound of the connected bathroom echoing from the cracked door.
Slipping through it, I’m met with a wall of steam as Carly’s silhouette is casted against the glass door.
“We have a problem,” I say, the lie rolling off my tongue without a second of a hesitation.
Goddamn, I should probably feel bad about what I’m about to do but honestly, I’ve never been so sure about a gut made decision.
“What?” she asks as she opens the door slightly, poking her head out.
“The company plane is down for repairs in LA. They don’t know when it will be operational again.”
She looks at me in concern before shaking her head. “Can’t they like, give us a rental plane?”
