“I’ll live.” He eyes Keanu warily, and, if I’m not mistaken, with a little more respect.
“How about I make coffee? And Keanu’s mom gave us some gorgeous chocolate cake.” I eyeball my friend and her boyfriend. “Peace offering?”
“Deal,” Kelly says. “But your boy can make it.” She jabs her finger in the air in Keanu’s direction, pinning him with a loaded look, daring him to argue. “Because you and I need to talk.”
19
Keanu
The week passes quickly, and it’s as if Selena has always lived with us. I love going to bed with her at night and waking up with her in my arms. I still have to pinch myself to believe it’s real. Even Kent seems comfortable with her staying here, and he’s taking the time to talk with her, to get to know her, and they are starting to bond in a way I never imagined happening.
Kev came over on Wednesday evening while I took Sel to her appointment with Denise. He had the new security system installed by the time we returned to the condo, and he explained how it worked to all three of us. We must set it every time we leave and put it on part guard when we head to bed at night. Should anyone attempt to get in, it will emit an internal alarm and notify Keven as well as Morgan Security, the company we are using for bodyguard protection. The guard on duty at night tends to rotate, so, this way, the security company will be aware, and they can touch base with whoever is on duty at the time.
It gives me peace of mind, because the longer that asshole is out freely roaming the streets of Boston, the more I worry. Sel is taking the necessary precautions though. She understands the risk, and she’s fully cooperating. Her bodyguards go everywhere with her, and that’s the only reason I’m not ditching my classes to shadow her.
On Friday night, we catch dinner and a movie after classes end, and it’s past eleven by the time we arrive at our place. Sounds of female laughter tickle my eardrums as we approach our front door, and my jaw tenses as I prepare to face whatever lies in wait. I keep Selena behind me for protection as I tentatively swing the door open.
I suppose I should be grateful it’s not a party. But the sight of Kent sprawled across the couch in only his boxer briefs with two half-naked chicks running their hands over every inch of him is still enough to fuel my anger.
He promised he’d keep this shit confined to the privacy of his bedroom. “What the actual fuck?” I snap, glaring at my brother. I should’ve known his saintly act wouldn’t last for too long.
“What, dude?” He looks at me through unfocused, bloodshot eyes, a smug smirk plastered on his mouth.
Selena closes the door behind us, sliding around the perimeter of the room, making a beeline for the stairs.
“We had an agreement,” I say through gritted teeth, watching my girlfriend lowering her eyes to the floor as she attempts to escape upstairs.
“Keanu. Baby.” The brunette with the big, fake tits hops up, wobbling from side to side as she moves toward me in a barely there red lace bra and matching thong.
It’s Casey.
Oh, hell to the no.
I glare harder at Kent. After my run-in with her at the last party, he promised me he wouldn’t bring her back here again. She is a headache I most definitely could do without right now. Things have been going amazing with Selena, and this chick has the power to wreck everything.
Casey reaches for me, but I jerk back out of her hold. Selena stops at the base of the stairs, turning to stare at me with unspoken questions in her eyes.
I rub a tense spot between my brows, contemplating throttling my brother.
“Don’t be like that, baby.” Casey pouts, tripping over her feet and barreling into my chest. “You can join in. Like last time. It’ll be fun.”
“Yeah, Keanu,” Blondie says, glancing over her shoulder and grinning at me as she strokes Kent’s cock through his boxers. “Maybe, this time, you’ll fuck my ass.”
Selena’s face drains of all color as I pry Casey off my chest. She’s pawing at my crotch and yanking on the waistband of my jeans, trying to get her hands on my cock.
“Fucking stop!” I jump sideways before she lunges at me again. Panic jams my throat, and I glance at Selena, praying she’ll let me explain. “Get your fucking hands off me!” I shout as Casey reaches for me again. “I am sick of repeating myself.” I glare at her, a muscle ticking in my jaw.
If they fuck things up for me with Selena, I will go postal on all their asses.
“I’m. Not. Interested.” I pin furious eyes on Casey and Blondie. “I have a girlfriend,” I add, moving quickly to Selena’s side.
Selena hasn’t moved a muscle, like she’s frozen in time. She’s pale and painfully quiet, and I could fucking murder Kent for this. She flinches when I curl my arm around her waist, and it kills me, because she’s trying to close herself off for the first time since she came back into my life. I’m not letting that happen, so I tuck her protectively into my side, keeping a firm hold of her so she knows this is where she always belongs. “And you are all being disrespectful to her.”
Casey pouts, planting her hands on her hips, as she rakes her gaze over Selena. A sneer spreads across her mouth.
“Hey,” Blondie slurs, continuing to stroke Kent’s cock, “you’re that model.”
“So what if she’s a model,” Casey hisses, shooting daggers at Selena. “She’s got no tits.” Casey grabs her overinflated fake chest, squishing both breasts together. “And I remember how much you loved playing with these babies, Keanu,” she says, pulling the cups of her bra down to expose her tits. “She can’t satisfy you like I can.”
