Se connecterHunter's POVOkay, so now I know why the hell Chelsea's been giving me the cold shoulder the last few days, and while I understand it, it doesn't mean I'm not pissed at the situation.To tell the truth, I'm kind of glad she's this mad at me. If she wasn't, that means she doesn't care. And she does! I saw the jealousy as she spilled out the words she's been keeping from me for days now.I hate that I feel so damn smug about it. It also makes me feel like shit! I wanted to tell her the truth, but now she won't let me talk to her. She just ran after Tinsley like it could keep me away.I hate to break it to her, but I'm not letting the conversation drop. When I get home, she'd better be ready for a little talk. And I want her to tell me if she's actually seeing someone or if the annoying cologne pluming around her was just some guy who thought he could get lucky if she said yes.If I'd kept Portia away from me, none of these little misunderstandings would have happened. I wanted to explai
I'm not sure how to respond to that, because he did in fact interrupt something, but I'm kind of glad for the escape. However, I don't think he really needs to know I was on a date."It's my day off," I offer with a shrug. I'm not trying to be mean; I'm trying not to get into an argument. I don't know if he'd want to hear about it anyway!"Were you out with friends?" he swallows hard. "You look like I caught you in the middle of something... special."I give him a look. I don't know if he'd consider going out to coffee with my ex-boyfriend and listening to him rant about his professors 'special' or not. But it was something I haven't done in months, so... "I was on a date," I finally offer."Oh. I'm sorry about that... Are you seeing someone?" There is something in his voice that sounds an awful lot like jealousy. Is he jealous I was out on a date?I'm about to say no, when I remember the lipstick and perfume. What right does he have to ask me that question? Sure, he hasn't come home
Chelsea's POVI'm so frustrated right now. I race to my car and start up the engine. I can see Evan's frustrated face as he watches me ditch him for a sweet little girl he hasn't even asked me about.Actually, the only thing he asked me about was my classes, then he proceeded to rant about his own classes and didn't bother asking me what I've been doing for the past six months since we broke up. I guess my life isn't very important to him.I'm not frustrated with Hunter or the situation. I understand how things happen unexpectedly. I know he wouldn't have called me if he really didn't need to. And I could hear his guilt through the phone.I'm frustrated that while I was on my date with Evan all I could think about was Hunter. I'd even inadvertently compared the two of them. I'm frustrated that my date was once again all about him and I'm more than happy for the small escape from my ex.I guess there really was a reason people say when you break up, just cut them loose. I know there ar
I forgot Evan always complained that grown-ups don't drink pure sugar. I'd like to disagree with him on that fact. I've got a sweet tooth, and I'm not ashamed of it.Evan ignores my actions and just focuses on me. "How are your classes going?" Evan's in finance and business, and everything is always laser focused on academics, and when he graduates, I'm sure he'll show the same amount of focus to his career.I guess that's a good thing, but it doesn't leave a lot of room for other focuses, like life, family, friends... really anything but work. I'm not built that way. I need relationships and interactions with people."It's fine. Classes are going well," I shrug because what else can I say? They are going well, if I can keep myself from crashing. It's a lot of work, and I'm almost finished. I just have to make it a little longer and I'll be done. "You?" I ask, even though I know I'll be sitting here for 10 minutes before he's done discussing one of his classes.And I'm right. He start
Chelsea's POVSandy gave me the weekend off. I appreciate it more than she knows. I don't know if I can handle being around Hunter when I feel so damn guilty about the whole jealousy thing.I just need a day or two to clear my head, then I can get back to work. Then I can purge all feeling and crazy ideas out of my head. They won't do me any good anyway. The last time Hunter looked at me, it made me sad for some reason.It might have something to do with the fact I've been giving him the cold shoulder and he doesn't know why. And yes, that's my fault. I should just grow up and talk to him. I just don't know how to.I'm supposed to be meeting Evan in an hour, and I still don't know what to wear. I've thrown all my clothes onto my bed, and nothing feels right. I don't have a whole helluva lot of clothes, but he's... picky.I'm not even sure why I'm trying to make a good impression. Evan comes from a rich background, but we dated for months and it never seemed to matter to him that I was
"It's nothing, Mr. Campbell. I'm just tired. I haven't had a lot of sleep lately," I state, shrugging my shoulders, like it's not a big deal. Like this is definitely the real reason I'm brushing him off instead of confronting the problem like a fucking adult."Oh, well... Okay. Have a good evening, Chelsea," he mumbles as he retreats. Why does he have to sound like I kicked his fucking puppy? And why is it breaking my heart right now? None of this is supposed to be happening!I don't let the tears fall down my face. Maybe I'm just PMS-ing. That has to be it! And if I'm not, I'm swearing on it to my dying breath.For the rest of the week, I try to avoid Hunter. I can't look at his face without wanting to break down and cry. I don't even know why! Everything he sees me, he's got this broken look on his face, and I have to turn away from him.The thing is the rest of the week he hasn't shown up with lipstick on his collar or that awful perfume. Maybe he figured out that was the reason I'
"Oh! Um..." I mumble turning my head away.Ares takes in the positions of my hands, my bared breasts, and the flush on my face, as well as the pure humiliation. And then he laughs! Full out rolling laughs, full of teasing and happiness. (See! He's still a bastard!) "Are you remembering what I did to
"What are you talking about? You always said... You... she was... I mean... You were my best friend! How the hell did you fall in love with my baby sister?" Ben freaks out."It wasn't on purpose! It just happened! And now she's mine! And I'm taking her home. That's all there is to it!" Ares argues.
Sam's POVOh My God. What the hell did I just do? I let Ares touch me in the shower. I let him suck my clit and lick my pussy until I was a blubbering mess of needy emotions. AND I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN!I'm not even gonna blame it on him! I was fully aware of what was going on. I had every chance to
Ares POVI probably should feel bad about what went down between Ben and I. We are best friends and we've been as close a brothers forever. He's had my back more times than I can count. And yet, I'm not! Mostly I'm just pissed off at him!He doesn't think I'm good enough for his sister, and he didn







