He scoffs, giving me a dirty look. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under right now.
"That's the problem, Zander. The other two are always running loose and fucking shit up, but you're more levelheaded. You've been off with the fucking fairies all afternoon, and now you're in here jerking on your dick to that cunt?" He snaps.
"My heads fucking fine, Blaze. You have nothing to worry about," I argue, but he just glares at me, his voice low.
"No? I was in your room when you got home and you didn't even notice, let alone when I walked into the bathroom. Like I said, go and fill her cunt up with your cum, then get your ass into gear before you end up fucking hurt or dead. Anyone could have been in the house tonight instead of me, and you weren't observant enough to even notice. Is her pussy really worth your fucking life?" He snarks, turning and stalking from the room, leaving me standing there like a fucking idiot.
Bad thing is, I am starting to want a piece of that pussy and I can't seem to shake it off.
I let Blaze go, not wanting to deal with his fucking drama any longer. I climb into bed and grab my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I find her name.
I shouldn't have taken her number from Dad’s phone, but it’s for Santos and Darius, not me. Well, it’s not supposed to be for me, but my fingers twitch with the temptation to send her a text.
Instead, I copy the contact details and send them to Santos, turning my phone off for the night and rolling over to sleep before I can regret my decision.
Too late.