I try to take a step, but with the lube from my ass now spread on the tiled floor, I slip. My legs part in a way they shouldn’t in these pants before Landon grabs for me and steadies me on my feet.
“Feisty as always,” Levi says.
“Fuck you, Levi. You don’t know anything about me.”
Levi laughs. “Baby, I know a lot about you. I know what you sound like when you come, and I know how your body feels beneath mine.”
Tears well in my eyes because fuck him for bringing that up. “Well, you need to forget it, or I will hit you over the head andwipe the memories from your brain myself. You lost the right to know that years ago.”
“You ghosted us, Abs, not the other way around,” Landon says, and he has the audacity to look saddened. “And I would still like an explanation.”
I shake my head. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?! I ghosted you? Have you ever asked yourself why a girl who thought the sun shone out of your asses would just one day block you and never look back?”
I don’t wait for either of them to respond. How dare he make this my fault! I didn’t fuck my agent and accidentally butt dial my girlfriend, and I didn’t leak naked photos with her in the room. How many pucks to the head have these idiots taken that they don’t remember what happened? I warned them Anastasia was a shark, that she wanted to fuck them. But they thought I was being a jealous girlfriend, and maybe I was, but my worries were justified.
I can’t trust them as far as I could kick them, and right now I really want to kick their asses.
I should be over them—it’s been years. I thought I was, I honestly did. But seeing their faces has brought up some unresolved feelings.
By the time I shower and change, I decide against calling Leila.These assholes are her brothers, and this is her house, so who am I to stop her from letting them stay? Even if a heads-up would have been nice. Though I swear if this is Jagger playing matchmaker, I will strangle him. He has a weird boner for wanting Levi and Landon to like him, and I still can’t figure out why.I got it when the guys first met Leila, as they were rivalswith her brothers, but they have been together for years. They have children now, and Levi and Landon adore those kids.
Heading back downstairs, I figure it’s time to clean up the mess I made with the lube. It was not my brightest idea but would have been totally epic if it had worked the way it did in my head. When I reach the stairs, I find the lube has been cleaned up, but before I can overthink it, the doorbell rings. I take the stairs two at a time and reach the door, pulling it open.
Anastasia stands there in an outfit totally inappropriate for an agent. Her breasts spill out of her see-through blouse, and her skirt is so short she would not be able to bend over without flashing her gash to the entire world.
“Not today, Satan,” I say and slam the door in her face.
Landon casually walks into the entryway, having clearly showered as well. The asshole is in gray sweats, and he smirks. He damn well knows what he is doing, sprinkling women’s crack right in front of me. I refuse to look at his dick and instead give myself a mental pep talk.
Do not do it, Abby. Be strong. You have seen his cock, and while it’s impressive, we can’t go there again. Remember what these whores did to you last time. They broke your heart.
“Who was at the door?” he asks.
I screw up my nose. “Satan,” I reply as the doorbell dings again. “Please inform the devil incarnate that she is not welcome here. Next time I won’t be so nice.”
Landon casually walks over to open the door, and Anastasia steps inside.
“Thank god, that little bitch slammed the door in my face. I swear, Levi, how many times did I warn you about her?”
“He’s Landon, you dumb whore,” I snap.
She looks over at me and back toward Landon, then chuckles and places a hand on Landon’s chest. “Sorry, you two just look so identical, it’s hard to tell you apart.”
I snort. “No, it’s really not.”
“Who even asked you?” she snaps. “Why are you even here?”
“None of your fucking business.”
Landon removes her hand from his chest. “Do not speak to her like that,” he grits out. She smiles smugly at me. “Not her—you, Anastasia. This is Abigail’s home, too, and you did not call or tell us you needed something.”
“But that’s how it is—you have never asked me to call before I come over.” It’s amazing the level of audacity she packs in as she looks at me while she says those words. Yeah, bitch, I get it, you stole my men and are fucking them. Good for you.
“Oh, what’s going on here?” Levi asks, strolling into the entry in a short pair of shorts and his running shoes.
“Nothing, Landon,” I quip as I walk away.
“I’m Levi,” he answers, but I don’t bother turning around. “I’m the handsome one.”
