“You’re the absolute worst,” she murmured, but there was a smirk inching onto her lips.
While I might be able to hide that I’d fucked her brother, she couldn’t hide anything from me.She was an open book, and I loved to read.Fuck, that sounds like something in a cheesy romance novel.
“Anyway …” Diya started.“He’s actually cooking dinner tonight, and I really want a taste.”
I dramatically rolled my eyes at her.“Oh my God.Cooking, huh?Is that what you’re calling it now?Shall that be our code word in case we ever need to talk about your sexy stepdaddy in front of your brother?”
The sound of the front door slamming echoed through the house, followed by the thud of heavy footsteps that belonged to the one and only Arch.
Diya smirked and tossed her backpack over her shoulder.“Saved just in time,” she said.
A couple of moments later, my door swung open, and Arch glared at me from the hallway.His dark hair was tousled, his jaw clenched and sharp.He crossed his arms over his chest and drew his tongue over his teeth.
“What do you want?”I asked him.
“Diya, don’t you have a home?”Arch growled.“Leave.”
“Diya does not have to leave.”
“Yes, she fucking does,” Arch snapped, his gaze still on me.“Because we have to talk.”
“Talk?”I asked, sitting up on the bed.“About what?”
“Diya, leave.Now.”
Diya shot me an amused look, mouthing something about how I deserved this for putting her through hell about her stepdad.She walked past Arch and stepped into the hallway.“Have fun.See you tomorrow,slut.”
I narrowed my eyes at Arch.“Bye, Diya.”
As soon as the front door closed, Arch slammed mine shut and stalked toward me, his gaze low.I didn’t move a muscle because I refused to let him believe I was scared of him or that I cared at all about him.
“You’re lying about Frasier,” he said at the foot of my bed.
“No, I’m not.”
“You’re not dating that asshole.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Bullshit,” he growled.“The only one who believes that shit is Calix.”
“Seems like you believe it, too, with how jealous you’ve been.”
Arch grabbed my ankle and yanked me across the bed toward him.My textbooks slipped off the bed and dropped onto the ground.I grabbed on to the mattress in an attempt not to fall off the damn bed, but Arch pulled me right off it.
I landed on my ass with a thud.“What is your problem?!”
“I’m not jealous,” he growled from above me.
I rubbed my backside.“You sure about that?Because it seems?—”
Before I could say another word, Arch pushed his thumb between my lips and into my mouth.My eyes widened, and I shut up really quick, my mouth wrapping around his finger almost instinctively.
“It doesn’t matter who you date or who you say you’re dating,” he said, crouching down until we were face-to-face.He tilted his head to the side, his gaze dropping from my eyes to my lips, then further down to my tits.
Right as I thought he was about to spit something else out at me, he pulled his thumb out of my mouth and smacked me on the cheek.Heat coursed through my body, and I stared up at him through wide eyes, taken aback.
“All you want is someone’s cock, don’t you?”he asked, snatching my chin.“Stick out your tongue.”
