I cross my arms. “Get me some clothes.”
His face turns into a glare so cold it rivals the temperature of the water splashing everywhere. I hold strong, staring right back. With the frosty look still pinned on me, he lifts the hose straight up, blasting me with icy water.
The blow shocks me and I stumble back, the IV ripping at my arm as I nearly fall over.
He holds the spray on me only for a couple of seconds, but it’s enough to soak me.
I stand there dripping. Jaw wide open, eyes wide open, arms wide open, as water runs off them. I stare back at him in utter horror. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
An amused smirk spreads his lips, and Alfie continues to stare down at the magazine, but I see his pinched cheeks.
“Well, believe it. You’re lucky that’s all I’m doing for speaking to me in such a disgusting way. Now get the fuck out of here.”
“You’ve soaked me! What am I supposed to change into now if you won’t give me clothes?”
Caden shrugs, going back to spraying his bike. “I don’t care. But you dare walk around this house naked and you’ll be getting way more than a jet hose in your face.”
I’m shivering already, Caden’s clothes clinging to my sodden body. “Fuck you.” I turn on my heel and dash out, pulling my IV with me.
CHAPTER 10
ALFIE
That was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. I shouldn’t laugh, poor El is struggling, and it seems to be one thing after another already, but… it was hilarious.
“So, what do you expect her to do now, genius?” I say once my laughter finally subsides.
Caden hasn’t laughed even a little since Elodie darted back into the house. “I don’t care. But if she keeps giving me aggro, I’m going to up my game.”
“She’s just a girl, Caden,” I say, folding my arms. “She’s scared, she’s hurt, she’s probably traumatised by a dozen different things. You could be just a little nicer to her.”
“I was nice!” he cries, chucking the hose inside the garage. It clatters and scrapes along the concrete. “I started off as nice as possible. It was her who threw it back in my face.”
“Ah,” I say, nodding, “and your precious ego’s bruised.”
He shakes his head, picking the rag up and chucking it in the same direction as the hose. “It’s not that.” He runs a wet hand down his face. “I don’t know. She’s just annoying.” He nudges the kickstand off with his foot, then wheels the bike into the garage.
“She’s got under your skin already,” I tease.
“In a bad way,” he hisses.
“Alright, whatever you say. You’re not really giving her a fair shot.”
“I just gave her a chance to get back into my good graces.”
“She told you it was her dad, why not believe her?”
He huffs, rakes his fingers through his black hair. “I just have this gut feeling.”
I close the magazine on my lap. Zen gardens now my secondary thought. “And what did you think you were going to do if she did give you another name?”
He hangs his head. “Kill them. Obviously.”
I snort. “And why’s that?”
“Because she’s my fiancé.”
“That you claim to hate.”
