Page 41 of Created in Chaos
“Tell you what, Lucian?” I ask. It’s like the link in my brain to recognize him for any kind of threat has been broken. He’s given me too much pleasure.
“Tell me why that cocksucker stopped fucking his bitch when you showed up.”
“Huh?” I think I’m still half asleep. Maybe I’m dreaming, because this doesn’t make sense.
Lucian drops to his knees and puts his face near mine. “Was Alden trying to fuck you?” he seethes through clenched teeth.
“No, he didn’t even like me,” I deny vehemently.
“You’re fucking impossible to resist, whether he liked you or not. Did he touch you?” His fervent eyes scan me, as if he’s going to find proof of the other man on my skin.
“No. Why are you freaking out? Did he say something to you?”
“Would he have something to say to me, lamb?”
“No.” I scoot back until I’m able to sit up and not bump noses with him. I blink a few times, trying to dispel the sleep fog clouding my brain, but I’m still confused. “Where is this coming from?”
“He stopped fucking his girl when you showed up, stopped returning her calls. Why do you think that is?”
“I have no fricking clue. He didn’t even tell me he had a girlfriend.”
“You asked him?” He raises his voice for the first time.
“No, we didn’t talk about stuff like that,” I reply.
“What the fuck, Lu?” Nox grumbles. I’ve noticed he doesn’t sleep as much as his brother, but when he does, he sleeps deeply. Lucian must have gotten pretty loud to wake him up.
“I want to know every time you saw him and everything he ever said,” Lucian demands unreasonably.
“Are you joking? I don’t remember any of that stuff.”
“When was the first time you met him?” He crawls even closer to me.
“At my apartment.”
“Your apartment in Michigan?”
“Yes, he brought me luggage and flew here with me.”
“What did he say?”
“Nothing really.”
“He didn’t speak to you?” Lucian pushes.
“He talked when he had to, but it wasn’t like he was all cuddly or anything. He made it clear he worked for my grandparents and I was his job.” I’m getting aggravated by his questions and the fact that he clearly doesn’t trust me now that I’m more awake.
“That’s not what it sounds like to me,” he accuses.
“Oh yeah, let me guess, to you, it sounds like I was sucking his—”
His hand flies up and covers my mouth, not allowing me to finish my sentence. “Don’t,” he warns darkly.
I pry his fingers off my face. “Dick!”
Nox rolls over and squints at us.
“Watch your mouth,” Lucian snarls.