Chapter 3

Sean's P.O.V

The next morning, I opened my eyes and realized I passed out in the guest bedroom, and thank goodness Heather was not still lying next to me. My head was pounding as I reached across the bed towards the nightstand, lightly tapping against the surface looking for my phone.

My fingers finally brushed against it. I picked it up and brought it to my phone. The brightness made me blink my eyes several times before I noticed it's nine am and that I had one text message.

Sighing in annoyance, I swiped my finger, opening up the text message, and already knew it's from Heather without even looking. Every time I sleep with a bitch, they always feel the need to text me in the morning.

'Last night was amazing. You know how to work that dick, baby. Maybe next time you can show me what that tongue can do,' she texted.

Yeah, that will not happen, not going to be a next time and I don't eat pussy. It's not that I find eating pussy nasty, it's just I don't want my tongue on a bitch's cunt that happily welcomes other dicks into it every weekend.

It's disgusting, and you never know if they wash themselves afterward, and I don't like the idea of licking another man's cum.

The very thought makes my body shiver in disgust as I slowly swing my legs out of the bed and began heading towards the stairs. I need to check to see if Jason has started cleaning up the mess from the party last night. If so, I'll have to do my part and help him even if I feel like falling flat on my back into the bed.

As I made it to the bottom of the steps, I heard pots and pans being banged around inside the kitchen, and I hoped whoever it was made breakfast. I was starving, and my stomach was grumbling angrily for some food.

I walked into the kitchen, following the delicious aroma, and the first thing I noticed was Olivia standing in front of the sink washing dishes. Two plates filled with eggs and sausage sitting on the kitchen table.

She is wearing her hair in a messy bun. It looks like she didn't even bother to fix it once she climbed out of bed. Instead of wearing her tank top that matched her pajama bottoms, she was not wearing a t-shirt far too large for her small frame.

That's one thing I actually like about Olivia. She never cares about what people think. She never puts on make-up, not that she even needs it. I don't call her an angel for no reason.

She is, unfortunately for me, gorgeous as fuck, and my dick continues to agree with me. She puts on what she feels comfortable in, and it's on a very rare occasion that she will fix her hair; otherwise, it's up in a ponytail.

I made my way towards the kitchen table, my mouth watering as I got closer and closer to the delicious smelling food.

“Is one for me?” I asked her, kind of nervous she was fixing to bite my head off for what happened last night.

She said nothing, just nodded her head and continued to wash the plates. Instead of starting an unnecessary argument, I let her be and sat down in front of one plate and happily began to slurp the eggs into my mouth.

I kept my eyes on her as she finished up the dishes, and once she turned the water facet off. She made her way out of the room, only stopping her movements when she heard me clear my throat.

I can't let her leave the room without talking about what happened last night. I felt like an asshole for what she saw last night. She is a virgin, and she is innocent. Her brother and I made sure of that over the years. We scared off all the could be boyfriends away from her, letting them know that if they touched her, they would end up in a ditch.

He does it because he is protective of his younger sister. I, however, do it for a very different reason. I don't like males around her, besides me and her brother, of course. Something about another boy smiling at her causes me to see red, and I become angry, lashing out at the dickhead and her, which only makes her and me fight.

I opened my mouth to apologize for what she saw last night, but she talked faster and whispered. “It's fine.”

“It's not fine, Olivia. I should have locked the door. I didn't mean for you to see that,” I growled, annoyed at this situation. I shouldn't even be apologizing to her. I didn't force her to open that door. I don't even know why I'm explaining myself to her. I don't fucking have to.

“I didn't know what was going on,” she paused, probably trying to figure out how she wanted to explain her part in last nights situation.

I already know she didn't know. She is too innocent for the shit her brother and I bring around her.

“All I heard was Heather crying your name and your growling sounds. I thought you and her were fighting, and I wished to check on you. If I had known you were balls deep inside her, I wouldn't have walked in. Having the imagine of you being inside her isn't something I enjoy having inside my head-” her words were quickly cut off as her brother stumbled hungover into the kitchen.

“Fuck, I feel sick,” Jason complained and walked straight to the kitchen table and basically threw himself down onto the chair, making the table rock. “Thank god you made break sis.”

I watched as Olivia walked deeper into the kitchen, opened the fridge, pulled out the bottle of maple syrup, and slid it across the table towards her brother.

“Maybe next time don't drink too much,” she said, and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Don't fucking start this morning, Olivia. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit,” Jadon growled harshly as he poured syrup over his half-eaten eggs.

“Don't forget to clean the garden up. Our parents will be back tomorrow, and I would rather not get in trouble because you two decide not to obey their rules,” she mumbled, and looked pissed at her older brother.

“The yard will be cleaned. Stop bitching, please,” Jason sighed, closed the top of the syrup bottle and slid it back across the table towards her.

She looked down at the maple syrup bottle on the kitchen table and then back to her brother. I watched as an unhappy frown formed on her lips. She bit her bottom lip and stormed out of the kitchen.

My eyes followed her as she walked out of the kitchen, and it bothers me that we didn't get to finish the discussion about what happened last night. I have been an asshole to her for years and never had the need to talk something out with her. and never felt the need to know if she accepted my apology.

“How was Heather?” Jason asked as he shoved a whole sausage into his mouth and even tried grinning.

I hate to lie to my best friend, but I can't exactly tell him I used Heather last night to get his little sister out of my head. He wouldn't like that and with the shitty mood, we are both in, we would end up fighting right here in the kitchen.

“Good pussy. Knows how to work her mouth.” I shrugged and forced a smirk. “She is a talented fuck if you are thinking about taking your turn.”

“Oh yeah? Lizzy was good too,” he chuckled.

I chuckled with him and slapped him on the back. “I figured she would give it up for you last night. She has been walking around you like a bitch in heat for months.”

Suddenly, the front door opened and Jason and I both looked at each other in panic thinking his parents have come home early, but instead of seeing his parents striding into the kitchen, we saw that it's Megan, Olivia's best friend.

She was wearing a long black shirt and red leggings, her long black hair tied up in a ponytail as she glanced around the room. “Olivia?” She asked Jason and raised her eyebrows as she watched him scarf down the rest of his eggs.

“Upstairs. Probably in her room,” I answered for him.

She didn't say anything back, she just looked around the kitchen and frowned when she saw the empty red solo cups and beer cans lying on the floor. The house is a mess. It won't be fun cleaning it while being hungover. Thank god, Olivia had a kind heart and made her brother and me breakfast even after the way we treated her last night.

Jason noticed her looking around the room and demanded. “Want to help with the cleanup?”

She raised her eyebrows after he asked that, brought her fingers to her chin and tapping it before answering. “Help tidy up after a party I wasn't invited to? Yeah, no, thanks dude,” she laughed and strode out of the kitchen. “Have fun with that, boys.”

I looked across the table at Jason and noticed that he was staring at her ass as she walked out of the room to go find Olivia.

“You should have just invited her to the party,” I commented and chose my words carefully. I know he has his secrets about his sister's best friend just like I have mind about his sister. It's all a fucked up mess and I can't even judge or pry into this with him because I need to keep my secret to myself, and it's not fair for me to expose him when I'm clearly hiding the same thing.

“Last night was for seniors only, that's why Olivia wasn't invited. My sister would have murdered me in my sleep if I invited Megan to our party,” he mumbled, stood up from the kitchen table, walked towards the fridge and pulled out two beers and slide one across the table to me.

The cold liquid traveled down my throat and in seconds it felt like my headache was going away. That's the trick. Drink more alcohol when you are hungover. It helps in the morning.

“Let's get this place cleaned up before my sister decides to come down here and start ordering us around because she is too afraid to get in trouble,” he sighed and headed out of the kitchen.

I kept my mouth shut about him and the Megan situation and followed my best friend out of the room. We both have our secrets, and the very thought has my heart squeezing inside my chest.

I want Olivia and I can't have her. It would ruin my friendship with Jason and it's not like she would even want to be with me. I have been such an asshole to her over the years, I made sure to push her away every chance I got.

And he craves Megan. It's clear as day, and the only reason I noticed is that he and I are like brothers. I know him, I realize how he thinks, and I see how he acts when he is hiding something and that something that he is hiding right now is the fact that he wants Megan for what I don't know but that want is there and has been there for a while now.