“Nothing, jerk wad. We were looking for Mr. Bellamy’s cat. We thought it got out, and we heard a cat meowing,” Charlie answers with sass, moving right past him.
“He took it with him when he left. I thought you would have noticed since you can’t stop stalking the fuck out of the old man. You know he has no interest in you, Charlotte. Besides, he’s old enough to be your daddy.”
“Some girls got a thing for that,” I reply, loving the repulsed look on his face. He does his best to hold in his disgust, but it’s written on his face.
“Gross, Catherine.”
“Calm down, Callahan, just because you have a hard-on for my bestie, and you’re about the same age as Mr. Bellamy.”
“I’m only twenty-five,” he snaps at me.
“Duh, and yet here you are, babysitting us. We don’t want you as a daddy,” Charlie adds just to irritate him.
“You’re walking a thin line, little girl,” he growls, walking away from both of us and into dad’s office.
My brother leaves us alone, which is a freaking godsend. Lately, he’s been around way more than I care for. It’s not like I don’t love my brother, but damn, he’s become a fucking stalker.
“So, are you staying tonight, or are you letting my brother scare you off?”
“He doesn’t scare me off. He pisses me off, which isn’t working today. It looks like it has the reverse effect, and I’m driving him nuts. I’m not going anywhere because we still have work to do, girl. You’re leaving soon, so even if you don’t land your hottie next door, you’ll be moving away.”
“You’ve got a point on that one. Let’s get my things organized that I’m taking with me.” It’s only three weeks away and my parents act like I’m not going anywhere. They’re doing their own thing, which I’m trying to be cool with, but it’s really disheartening to see that they’ve been traveling most of the summer.
“Don’t look so sad; remember, we have that treat that I know will hit the mark. So how about we go downstairs and watch a movie for a bit. I’m hungry and could use a good scary movie before bed.”
“Sounds awesome. There are a couple on Netflix.”
“Ooh. If I didn’t know better, I’d suggest you were trying to Netflix and Chill with me.”
“Well, you do, so quit your shit and let’s go pick one.”
We get downstairs and my brother is hogging the television. This is going to start a fight, but then I notice my brother is sleeping so we take the remote and take a seat on either side of him, ignoring the slight snore. Five minutes into the movie, our screams startle him awake.
“What the fuck?”
“We didn’t mean to wake you.”
“No, my bad. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep. I was waiting on an important call. Excuse me. I have to go home. Do you need a ride home, Charlotte?”
She arches her brow like he’s lost his mind. “No. I’m staying tonight.”
“Okay. Goodnight,” he grumbles to us before leaving without another word.
“That was weird.”
“I guess when he wakes up, I’m not his mortal enemy.”
“I suppose not.” I stare out the door he just left that leads to the front porch and wonder what the hell is wrong with my brother. He’s been so fucking weird lately.
We continue watching the movie until I notice that my bestie can hardly keep her eyes open. “Come on. It’s bedtime. I’m beat after our day of breaking and entering.”
“Tell me about it,” she says, yawning throughout each word. We climb the stairs, and she takes the guest bedroom while I head to mine.
I smile to myself as I think about what we did today. I can’t believe Charlotte talked me into sneaking into his house. I close my eyes and squeal into my pillow. I’m still wearing his shirt under my hoodie, so after Charlotte heads to bed in the guest bedroom down the hall, I slip out of everything except the dress shirt I stole.
A blush heats my face, turning my cheeks bright pink, but the room is only lit by the moonlight, so I know that it’s only me that knows my filthy secret. I wore it out of the room, keeping it as a prize.
Sliding my fingers down my body, grazing my breasts over the cotton of his expensive crisp shirt, I pinch my already stiff nipples. My lip shakes as I picture his strong hands taking over for me in the cover of darkness, creeping to my room, undressing at the edge of the bed as he eyes me with lust.
I reach my pussy, my painted pink nails lightly skimming my trimmed hairs right over my mound, imagining his touch and what he’d demand from me. “Show me my new pussy. I want to see what you have for me.”