“Why can’t I stay with everyone at the clubhouse?” I asked him.
“I don’t know, kid, sorry. I’m not the one to ask. Maybe Rebel can lend you his phone and you can call that sister of yours, yeah?”
I nodded, not that I would ask. I just wish he was here. I’d become accustomed to our nightly movie marathons and our meals together even if we didn’t speak much. There was just something about his silent calmness that soothed my aching soul.
“What you wanna watch, kid?” he asked, handing me the remote. I picked it up and put on the Kardashians. Viper didn’t protest, and sat there and watched as the drama unravelled. It almost made me miss Rebel even more. Personally, I wasn’t a fan of the show, I’d only done it before to piss him off, but it didn’t work. He just tuned it out and put his earphones in. Somehow, that impressed me. I settled in to watch the show but couldn’t get over the fakeness of it all so when Viperleft the room to take a call, I switched the show onto an episode of Friends.
Viper was gone for a while so I settled in and watched as Rachel screamed at Ross when he tried to defend himself that they were on a break so sleeping with another woman was okay. Didn’t that just say that he didn’t love her anymore? That he could so easily sleep with someone else while he was supposedly in love with Rachel only meant he felt nothing. If I’d been Rachel, I would have kicked him in the nuts. When I let a man fall in love with me, I was going to be his only obsession. I wouldn’t settled for any less.
When Viper arrived back in the room, he had in his hands a bag of Chinese food. I hadn’t even heard the door. I moved over to the table as Viper grabbed a fork and handed it to me. If this were Rebel, not only would he have cooked this, but he’d have served me on a plate. I couldn’t help but compare the twocaptors and prefer Rebel.
“When is Rebel back?” I asked.
Viper smirked as he slurped up some of the sauce on his chicken. “You like him?”
“No,” I said a little too quickly. “I’m just asking.”
“Sure,” he laughed. “He’s back tonight at some point, unless he finds some pussy I guess, then probably tomorrow.”
The way my stomach churned at the ease in which Viper said that had me a little nauseous and made me feel a little stabby. Why would he need to go out just to get pussy?
There was one right here to defile, my inner beast twirled around in my mind.
God. I did not like Rebel. I didn’t. We were friends.
No, you’re not. But he could be friends with your pussy,my mind swirled.
Fuck. I needed to get off the topic of Rebel.
“We can play a game later if you want,” he said.
“It’s okay, Viper, I’m just going to go and read.”
He nodded, not pressing the issue and I tried desperately not to think of Rebel fucking another woman while I was locked up here. Something deep inside had me burning at the idea and I don’t know why. I don’t know why I wanted to cry about it or why I was getting so emotional. Surely this was some form of stockholm syndrome, right?
I finished what I could of my meal and I put the rest of it in the fridge for Rebel to eat when he got home and headed into my room. Tears fell down my cheeks and I swept them away before I started to fully sob. Picking up my kindle, I pushed it on and looked through my library of books and picked onethat I figured would help me to fall asleep before I got comfy.
When was this torture going to end?
Rebel
Viper was asleep on the couch when I got back to the house. I woke him up so he could head back. After a few jibes over an early night, I waved him off and went down the hall to see if Darby was still awake. I couldn’t hear anything behind her door so I left it. I knew she didn’t sleep well most nights and if she was finally having a good sleep, I’d hate to wake her.
I headed into the kitchen to grab some water, only to see the empty chinese bowls in the rubbish. That motherfucker. There were leftovers in the fridge if he’d been bothered to open it. I looked in the fridge and grabbed out a drink and saw a little post-it note on top of a tub of what looked like Mongolian Lamb.
You can finish the leftovers. I don’t usually eat this much anyway.
Darby.
She’d drawn a little love heart beside her name and for some reason that had my heart hammering in my chest. Not only was she on my mind constantly when she shouldn’t be, she was leaving me food in the fridge.
Fuck me.
I left it there, mainly because I never ate takeout unless it was pizza and because I knew she wouldn’t have eaten enough and would probably need it later. I bet Viper didn’t make sure she ate enough. He probably didn’t even spend time with her…the prick. I should have got Fury and Ryleigh to watch her, at least then she could have some interaction.
Tonight had been a bust anyway.
The second I got close to fucking a woman, my hard-on withered away on me. Funny, it hadn’t done that at any point being around Darby…and yet the second I was about to get him sucked, he softened. I wasn’t on my game. I knew taking a night off to get fucked was a bad idea but I was so confused about all the shit going on in my head especially when it came to that blonde haired goddess that I needed space from. I moved down the hall to my room and laid down on the bed, falling asleep before getting rid of my clothes.
