Shrugging it off, I step out of my car, throwing my overnight bag over my shoulder as I head inside. I slipped on some leggings and an oversized sweatshirt before piling my hair on top of my head. I’m not actually a red head. I have the same mousy brown hair as the rest of my family. I dyed it for the first time ineighth grade and never looked back. It’s become practically my whole personality, and I don’t think that I could ever go to a ‘normal’ color. Besides, it fits the scattering of freckles my mom blessed me with well. A trait my sister was lucky enough to avoid.
“I’m home,” I call out as I push inside, dropping my keys into the bowl by the door as I move into the living room.
My parents have a nice house just outside Seattle. It’s been in my dad’s family for three generations, hence why we are able to afford it. My mom is a substitute elementary school teacher, and my dad owns a few grocery stores. I am currently enrolled in college, though I don’t know what the hell to major in if I’m being honest. My best friends were going to the local college and when I applied and got in, I thought, what the hell.
I’ve been a receptionist at a dental office for the last two years and it’s fine for what it is. I mainly work on weekends or pick up a few hours after classes to help the full time receptionist out. It’s not exactly a lucrative position but it gives me enough to pay my bills, help my parents out and have some money for extra expenses. Like getting a hotel room and going to a sex club for my birthday.
We’re a very healthy middle class family but in Seattle, middle class is basically on the poverty line with the cost of living out here. Okay, that might be a little dramatic but still.
“In here, sweetie,” my mom calls out.
“How was your birthday?” my dad asks as I walk up to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“It was great,” I smile.
My parents definitely believe me and the girls rented a hotel room and went bar hopping on capitol hill last night. And that’s exactly how I intend to keep it.
“What, not gonna say hi to me?” Carly, my older sister snarks as she plops down onto the couch.
I raise an unimpressed eyebrow. I forgot she was coming to town this week. Could have gone without. My sister and I havealways had a strained relationship. She always strives to be the center of attention and god forbid she doesn’t get it. She’s exhausting and I truly haven’t thought about her much since she went to college at Boston University. If she’s here I guess that means she finally brought home her on-again and off-again boyfriend. Three years together and she’s just now bringing him home. Curious as to what she’s hiding with him.
“Hi, Carly,” I say with a fake as fuck smile that she reciprocates before flipping me off.
“Nicholas, get in here and meet my bitchy little sister.”
I scoff at her as a figure moves from the kitchen into the living room. I do my best to wipe my irritated look from my face because it’s not this guy’s fault that he’s dating my terror of a sister. Wait, I guess he volunteered for the position, so maybe it is.
The polite smile I try to screw into place quickly falls away, as my eyes widen in horror. A mirroring look is displayed across ‘Nicholas’s’ face as he sets his eyes on me, freezing in place. Oh my god. That face, those eyes, that mouth.
The man that I spent last night with. The man that made me see fucking stars after tying me up in a sex club. That man is…my sister’s boyfriend.
What the fuck.
I seem to recover faster than he does. Honestly, he looks like he’s having a stroke at this moment. I know the feeling. Attempting to conceal my absolute horror, I give a half hearted wave to him as I clear my throat.
“Nicholas,” I say, allowing the name to sound as sharp and venomous as I intend. “So nice to finally meet you.”
He continues staring at me for a moment before blinking.
“Cassi, right?” he asks.
I nod before his brows furrow, his own head nodding.
“I swear he’s usually more eloquent,” Carly laughs, once again drawing the spotlight back to her.
Good, because I’m freaking the fuck out right now. Those hazel eyes never leave me, even for a second. They look puzzled and frazzled, I imagine mirroring my own reaction because what the actual FUCK. So, he cheated on my sister. He cheated on her with ME. Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick.
“Excuse me,” I say as I step out of the room, dropping my bag to the floor as I rush for the first floor bathroom.
I almost make it into the bathroom, throwing the door shut behind me when a hand catches it, pushing it open before the owner of said hand steps inside, shutting the door behind him.
“Last night never happened,” he says sternly.
I let out a humorless laugh as I stare at him because is he actually fucking kidding?
“What part? When you cheated on my sister or when you cheated on her withme?” I hiss.
His jaw clenches as he shakes his head.
