“Why?” I asked, curious why she deserved a special mention.
Cian turned to face me and walking backward, she shrugged. “Head cheerleader and a soul-sucking bitch.”
“That bad.” I laughed yet intrigued to meet this girl.
“Trust me. She comes across as this sweet girl with her glossy blonde hair and fake tits, but beneath it all, she treats people like they’re her own personal slaves,” Cian muttered, and I got the feeling that Cian had had more than a few run ins with this girl. “She doesn’t like me.”
“Why?” Her expression shuttered for a second and I held up my hands, palms out. “Okay, don’t tell me. Thanks for the warning, though. I shall stay clear of said soul sucking bitch.” I winked making her smile.
The rest of the day flew by with no unnecessary mishaps I’d foreseen with it being a new school. I attended my respective classes, copied notes from Cian for the work I’d missed and liked my teachers. By the time school finished, I was relatively hyped for the rest of the week.
Chapter 14 - Levana
One week later, Elianaand I settled into our new routine with my father. While we no longer had to share a bathroom, dad was adamant that we kept a clean house, dedicated time for homework and what he called social time. The house was a beautiful two-story modern building that showcased my father’s talent, and we could understand his need for neatness. To say he was strict would be wrong, he was more a rule man who believed that everything had a time and place. Even though he hadn’t seen us in so many years, his mollycoddling merged with his sense of responsibility to do right by us.
I still hadn’t gotten over the whole Saint thing and dad was supportive of my need to not talk about it. Eliana, bless her heart and despite having our own rooms, would come into mine every night just to cuddle like we did back in England when sharing one room. She’d leave an hour later after we’d talk about nothing or just played video games. I knew she felt terrible about what happened and even though she didn’t push for details, her comforting helped.
Today was Saturday and I’d promised Cian, who very unwaveringly decided that we’d be best friends for life, that we’d go see a movie together. She’d promised some sightseeing after, which I was looking forward. I was keen do discover what historical fancies San Francisco held for me. If anything, it would take over my mind and perhaps add a bit of distraction I so needed right now.
Amid pulling a hoodie over my head, a resounding crash downstairs startled me. I paused, my head stuck under the thick blue material, my harsh breathing a loud base in my ears. When nothing more happened, I slowly righted the hoodie, cocking my ear to listen. The sound of someone or something moving, had me rushing onto the landing. I leaned over the glass railing and tried to decipher the sounds.
There it was again. The distinct sound of sneakers squeaking against the tiles in the kitchen, like mine did. Glancing around for something to protect me, I grabbed the only thing I could see. Dad’s umbrella he’d left on the top stair. He’d probably forgotten to take it. Eliana, funny enough, had accompanied him to a baseball game.
I stared at the umbrella in my hand and decided its wooden handle could probably deliver a good enough blow to the head. With the umbrella held against my shoulder like a baseball bat, I crept down the stairs, glad for the soft carpeting, it hid my footsteps.
When I reached the hallway separating the various rooms downstairs, I flattened my back against the wall and peaked into the living room. Nothing. Slowly, I tiptoed toward the kitchen, passing the dining room on my way. I stood at the entrance to the kitchen, the scream freezing in my throat as recognition dawned. Lowering the umbrella, I walked further in.
For just a moment I wondered if I was daydreaming and pinched my arm. I winced, my gaze on the shirtless boy standing in my kitchen drinking milk out of the carton. The white liquid trickled down his chin, running a zig-zag river along his neck, through the six-pack on a muscular chest before soaking into gray sweatpants that dipped low to reveal a perfect ‘v’
“See something you want to lick, princess?” Startled, my eyes flew back up to his face, I gulped when one dark brow on Davien Knox’s handsome face, rose almost cheekily. “What are you waiting for, this isn’t going to dry itself.” He rolled a lazy finger through the milk on his chest before licking it. A sudden rush of heat flushed my cheeks and my mouth dropped at his audacity. His laugh was a deep huskiness I found surprising for a boy. His eyes on me, he walked, no, stalked toward me, set the carton on the breakfast island and cocked his head to one side.
Since arriving at the school and our first meet in the wait area, I hadn’t seen him again. I was too busy getting acquainted with my teachers, subjects, and Cian to worry about football. Not being a sports enthusiast, gave me no reason to visit the sports fields either. The bruising around his eye had faded somewhat.
“W-what are you doing in here?” I finally found my voice and having to do a couple of quick swallows to get a word out. “Why are you in my kitchen?”
“Drinking milk.” He licked his bottom lip and I had to admit, the sight was pretty interesting. “Although, these,” he ran a light finger across my breasts causing me to gasp and jump back, “would be much better if you’re willing to give me a taste.”
