Page 65 of Twisted Hate (Twisted 3)
“Fuck you.” She snatched her dress off the floor.
“Hmm, not your best work. You might want to practice the nicely part.”
My chuckle morphed into a full laugh when she stormed past me toward the bathroom, her head held high.
She was so easy to rile up.
Since Jules was taking forever and a day in the shower, I used the opportunity to clean up the mess we’d made in the living room—a toppled coat tree, knocked-over picture frames.
I’d just finishing straightening up when a boom of thunder cracked the silence. My head jerked up, and I crossed to the window and pulled aside the curtains.
“Fuck.”
Somehow, the light drizzle from earlier had exploded into a full-blown storm. Another crack of thunder rattled the old wooden bones of the house, and rain lashed against the windows in such thick sheets it created tiny, fast-flowing river systems on the glass.
“What’s going on?”
I turned to see Jules fresh out of the shower, her hair damp around her shoulders and her body wrapped in a tiny towel.
My cock perked with interest, but I ignored the horny bastard. It’d had enough for the night. It was time for my brain to take the wheel, and my brain told me the faster I got Jules out of here, the better.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t let her leave when it was storming like this outside.
“The apocalypse started while we were fucking,” I said.
She peered over my shoulder and rolled her eyes. “You’re being dramatic. It’s a little rain.” She fished her phone from the table where she’d left it.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling a car.” Her brow puckered. “The price surge when it rains is ridiculous—hey!”
I ignored her protest as I snatched the phone out of her hand. “Unless you have a death wish, you are not getting in a car in these conditions.”
“It’s rain,Josh. Water. I’ll be fine.”
“Water that cars can slide and get into accidents in,” I growled. “I work in the ER. Do you know how many car accident cases I see from storms? A lot.”
“You’re being paranoid. I’m not—”
Our phones shrieked with emergency flash flood warning text alerts.
“That’s it.” I shoved her phone into my pocket. “You’re staying until the rain lets up.”
I wouldn’t let anyone, not even my worst enemy, go home in these conditions. The chances were slim, but if anything happened to her…
My throat constricted.
I couldn’t have another death on my hands.
Jules must’ve seen the conviction in my eyes, because she sighed in resignation. “Can I at least borrow something to wear while I wait? I’m not spending the next God knows how many hours in my club dress.”
Half an hour later, she’d changed into one of my old T-shirts and we’d settled on the couch, arguing over which movie to watch.
“Too boring.”
“Too cheesy.”
“No horror. I hate horror.”
“That’s a kid’s movie, Red.”
“So? Kid’s movies can be good.”
“Yeah. If you’re a fucking kid.”
Jules responded with a sweet smile. “Funny you should say that, considering how hard you cried watching The Lion King. Last year.”
I scowled. Ava. How many times did I have to tell her not to share every single fucking thing about me with her friends?
“Mufasa didn’t deserve to die, okay?” I snapped. “At least I’m not such a wuss I hide behind my hands every time the poster for a horror movie pops up.”
“I’m not a wuss. I just dislike ugly things, which is why I try not to look at you—don’t you dare put The Ring on!”
“Try and stop me.”