Page 12 of Broken Prince
I’ve tried getting off to porn, but I just ended up picturing Delaney.
When I found out her ex cheated on her, all I could think was that he was a fucking fool. Who would risk losing a girl like her?
And knowing I was her first real orgasm, it filled me with so much pride. Still does.
With a frustrated huff, I grab the detachable shower head and rinse off the wall before shutting it off and getting out.
As I lay in bed, I stare at the ceiling.
Delaney is my soon-to-be stepsister. She’s living in this house.
I never thought I’d see her again; she was only meant to be a summer fling, even if a part of me had been crushed by that idea.
Now, she’s at the end of this hall, sleeping under the same roof as me.
I don’t know if Delaney Jones living here is going to be a blessing or a curse.
And I’m not sure if I’m prepared to find out.
***
I’m getting ready to go hang out with some guys from the football team when my phone goes off.
Looking at the caller ID, I curse. It’s the last person on earth I want to talk to right now. But I know if I don’t pick up this call, then I’ll regret it later.
“Stacy,” I grunt as I answer the call.
“What a nice greeting, Logan,” she drawls, and I can practically hear her eyes rolling.
“What do you want?” I huff, grabbing my car keys off my dresser.
“Bentley left his hat at your place. I need you to bring it to me.”
I freeze, hand on my bedroom door handle. “You're joking, right? He’s been with you all week, and you magically need it now? I’m picking him up tomorrow morning; he will be fine without it until then.”
“You know it’s his favorite,” she huffs. If I don’t do as she asks, she’s going to blow up my phone, and that's the last thing I want. She’s doing this because she wants attention, to control my life in whatever little way she can. I hate playing into her bullshit, but sometimes it's easier to do as she asks, depending on what it is, than deal with her temper tantrums. When Stacy doesn’t get her own way, she makes sure everyone else pays for it.
“Fine.” Gritting my teeth, I throw my bedroom door open, head down the hall, and grab the hat off the chair. “I can meet you in fifteen. I was just on my way out.”
“Where?” Fucking nosy bitch she is.
“None of your business, Stacy,” I mutter as I jog down the stairs and through the house until I get to the garage door.
“I have the right to know what you're doing.”
“No.” I huff out a laugh. “You don’t. I’ll be there soon.”
I hang up the phone and get into my car. Pulling out of the garage, I spot Delaney sitting on the edge of the fountain out front. She’s got her legs crossed, arms on her knees as she reads a book.
Hearing my car, she casts a glance up, and our eyes meet. Fuck, she’s too damn pretty for her own good.
Not needing a distraction right now, I rip my eyes away and round the fountain before peeling off down the driveway.
Blasting my music, I do my best to clear my mind. I was looking forward to enjoying my time with the guys, maybe go to a party since I won’t be able to do much else over the next week, but now all I can think about is how I have one woman who I can’t stand and has made it her life’s mission to ruin my life and another woman who took me by storm and is living rent-free in my mind.
I’ve been girl-free for a while now, and I’m supposed to keep it that way. I don’t have time for distractions.
An uneasy chill spreads over my body as I pull up to Stacy’s house. Men in black gear litter the property, hands on their guns, ready to shoot if needed.