She shouldn’t have to fucking hold out. Part of me thinks he’s a coward for letting his wife act like this.
I have no idea if he loves her, or if he ever has. I know I wouldn’t. I’d never be able to love a woman like that. She thinks the world revolves around her with no consideration for anyone else's feelings.
Eloise looks at me like I’m some golden child, like a proud mom. She’s not my mom. My real mom passed away when I was five. I might not remember much of her, but I sure as fuck know she was a way better woman than Eloise. If she knew what I really thought about her, she wouldn’t think the same of me. Maybe I should let her know.
I won’t, though. I don’t want to cause issues between my dad and her, and I don’t want my dad to be pissed off at me.
I’m quick to shower and change. The guys ask if I want to go out and celebrate. I decline, not feeling up for it.
I have other plans tonight.
Once I’m home, I head straight to my room, pushing down the temptation to go to Addie’s room instead.
With the door closed, I lock it and let my bag drop to the ground. I pad over to my desk, grab my laptop, and get comfortable on my bed.
The website I want is right there when I open my laptop. Streampunk.
Disappointment floods me when I see she’s not streaming.
I click on theTwisted Valleyicon and the game loads. Just like always, my heart skips a beat when I see her gamer tag, bringing forth the memory of the first time I saw it.
How many times do I have to tell her to stop using my damn coffee cup? It’s my favorite, the only one I like to use.
With annoyance in my veins, I make my way up to her room. Addie is a nice girl, we’ve always gotten along. For the most part, I like hanging out with her.
But then she does things like this that reminds me of an annoying little sister. Don’t get me started with her always eating the last of the strawberries even though she knows I need them for my protein smoothies.
“Addie!” I bang on her door. “I know you have my coffee cup!”
I wait and listen, but no sound comes from the other side.
“Addie, open up!”
“She’s not in,” Alfred, our butler says, getting my attention. He stands at the end of the hall. “She ran out for a bit. Something about needing more strawberries?”
Of course.
I roll my eyes. “Thanks.”
He nods his head and leaves.
I want my coffee now. I’m not waiting until she gets back.
“Fuck it.” I open her door, not giving a shit that we have a rule that we don’t enter one another's private spaces without the other's permission. That rule was quickly put into place when she walked in on me jerking off to the thought of my best friend.
The look of pure horror in her eyes was both amusing and embarrassing. Fucked up part was, I finished while my eyes were locked on her wide blue ones.
As soon as I step in, I’m assaulted with a fuck-ton of pink. “God.” I wrinkle my nose. “So damn girlie in here.”
I look around for my cup, not finding it on her desk or bedside table.
My eyes flick over to her computer, brows furrowing. When the hell did she get a setup this good? I heard her mention she likes to game, but this is one serious system. Almost as good as mine.
As if I’m being pulled forward, I walk over to the computer. My eyes trail over the setup and I become more impressed.
“Wonder what kind of games she plays.” I know I shouldn’t, but I move the mouse, making the screen come to life.
“Huh.” My brows raise when I see she’s playing Twisted Valley. “No way.”
