Slamming my car door shut a little harder than necessary, I walk up to the front door, unlocking it quickly before stepping into the dark house. Glancing at my phone I see that it’s just after midnight and I have to be up for work at five thirty. Awesome.
Moving to the kitchen I flick on the light to grab a protein bar or something from the cabinet when movement comes from my left. I practically jump out of my skin as I let out a shriek and see a disheveled looking Nico on the couch. His hair is pushed up in an untamed way I haven’t seen before, his eyes barely open as he squints to me.
Seriously? Half asleep and he still looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine. He’s so fucking annoying.
“What the fuck? What are you doing?” he grouches.
“What am I doing? Getting a snack, what are you doing sleeping on the couch?”
He just glares at me, slowly wiping the sleep from his eyes as he stands.
“I figured it was better for the night.”
“Better than sleeping with my witch of a sister? Well, can’t blame you there. At least you’ve woken up to the devil in your bed,” I scoff as I open a cabinet and rifle around until I find what I’m after.
The chocolate peanut butter goodness is practically calling my name but I don’t get to unwrap it before my neck is being ripped to the side, two large hands holding me in place.
“What the fuck is that?” Nico practically snarls.
I’m barely able to look at him with the way he has my neck craned but I’m able to see his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched tight before his eyes come to me. It takes me a moment to figure out what he’s referring to before it dons on me.
The hickey.
“What does it look like?” I say with a shrug as I push myself out of his hold.
He lets me go easily as his hands return to his sides, balling up tighter and tighter by the moment as he speaks.
“I know what a fucking hickey is. What I want to know is who gave it to you?”
“How is that any of your business?” I challenge with a lazy raise of my brow.
Nico’s jaw tenses once more before he blows out an irritated breath.
“It was that little prick, wasn’t it?”
“If by little prick, you mean my ex-boyfriend, then no.”
Nico’s brows furrow. “No?”
“Yeah, no. As in, no, I won’t be answering your out of pocket line of questioning, but thank you so much for playing,” I say with a roll of my eyes as I step past him.
Or at least, try to step past him.
His wide body blocks my escape easily, taking step by step until my back hits the wall. Nico’s hands come to cage me in, his head angled down to keep eye contact with me.
“So, what? You come strolling in after midnight looking freshly fucked by that little nobody?”
My face screws up at that. “What is that supposed to mean?”
He scoffs as me as he shakes his head.
“C’mon, Cassi. You could do a lot better than that guy. What does he have going for him? Does he have a nice pension at the fucking Olive Garden rip off? I’m sure his salary is substantial and his real estate assets are probably overwhelming,” he says with a sarcastic drill.
I blink at him slowly like he’s stupid, because he sounds like it right now.
“Do you honestly think money or assets would factor into my decision of who I fuck, even a little? Do you truly believe that is how a persons worth is measured?”
His misplaced anger seems to ebb for a moment or two before I’m the one to scoff.
