I growl and glower at Onyx.
“Get your ass in the shower right now,” Sawyer commands, putting me down on my feet.
I spin to stare at him, aghast but his eyes are firm. He has that no nonsense ‘don’t fuck with me’ teacher glare in his eyes and it gets me all riled up for different reasons.
“Get in the shower,” he repeats.
I huff and stomp towards the bathroom, grabbing Onyx’s stinking clothes – what the hell did he do last night to end up smelling like that? – and throw them at him.
“Damn, she’s even more violent when she’s denied an orgasm than when she’s hangry,” Onyx quips.
Ha fucking ha.
I snatch the nearest item to me, a can of hairspray next to the bathroom sink, and launch it with everything I’ve got through the open doorway towards the back of Onyx’s head.
It collides with an almighty crack and he swears loudly. A proud sort of chuckle slips from Sawyer's lips, as he catches my eye he gives me a wink.
“She never has any trouble orgasming with me,” Sawyer smirks at Onyx. “Or your brothers from what I’ve heard.”
Onyx gives a growl of anger and stalks from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Somewhat satisfied, I grin at Sawyer and head off for that shower.
I half hoped Sawyer would join me in the shower, but of course he doesn’t. Why would he when I asked him to take things slow and then he walks in on me fucking his brother? His brother that I hate no less.
I’m a mess. And it can’t all be attributed to the alcohol either. I knew the sex with ‘Slate’ felt different, I just didn’t want to acknowledge it. I shouldn’t have been having sex with any of them anyway. Especially not today. Especially not when I’m trying to have an actual relationship with Sawyer. And especially not when I know they’re lying to me.
Exiting the shower, I feel refreshed and awake, but my mood is still sour. I brush my teeth with enough force to remove the enamel and scowl at my reflection when I’m done. I need to get my head in the game today. I know that this event is significant to the Knox family, and I’m almost certain it’s linked to their mysterious tattoos. If I can clear my head and keep my wits about me, I might be able to get some answers today. At the very least, I can look for clues to discuss with Elsie later.
Wrapped in my oversized fluffy towel, I walk into the bedroom to find Sawyer has made my bed and opened a window to air the room. My clothes from last night are gone too.
“Thanks,” I say softly, not meeting his eye. Guilt and shame wash over me under his scrutiny.
“Amelie—”
“I’ll just get dressed and we can head off,” I cut him off while crossing to my closet and pulling out my running gear. I slip into my sports bra, leggings, socks and trainers, then I pull on a zipped hoodie. Everything matches, which I’m sure is down to Elsie, and is top of the line, which I’m sure is down to Onyx.
Just thinking his name stirs up a whirlwind of emotions inside of me, but I take a deep breath and tamper them down. I need to focus. I’ll use the emotion on the course and not before. If there’s any way I can salvage this date with Sawyer and make it up to him, then I will. I just need to focus on him, on the things that count.
Done, I turn back to Sawyer with a smile firmly painted in place. It may be a little strained, but it’s a smile nonetheless.
“Amelie—”
“Shall we go?” I beam at him. He shakes his head at me and grabs my workout bag from the bottom of my bed, and my phone from my bedside table.
“If that’s what you want,” he says sadly, crossing to the door as I follow him.
It’s not what I want, I want to yell at him. I want to tumble into bed with him and tell him that I’m done with taking things slow. I want to show him how sorry I am for sleeping with two of his brothers while making him wait. I want...so many things I don’t even know where to begin.
“I’m hungry.” I sigh softly, locking up and passing Sawyer my keys to slip into my bag. There’s no point trying to carry the bag myself, he won’t let me.
“I’m sure you are. I guess you worked up quite an appetite,” he replies with a teasing smirk. I freeze, thinking he’s referring to Onyx, but he gently hip bumps me and wraps his arm around my shoulders.
“Relax. Kalen sent me a video of you dancing last night. If it weren’t for the hilarious horrified look on your dance partner’s face, I might have had to kill someone.” He chuckles. “You have some serious moves, Miss Rossi. When do I get to see them?”
“Well, you’re never at any of the Knox parties,” I point out with a pout. “Even the one in your own home.”
“If I’d known Kalen was going to be throwing a party in my house, and that you’d be there, dressed like that, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
