Maybe This Time

Chapter 32

Y/N's POV

"So it's true that you really have a half-sister?" Vicky asked while cleaning my stitches. She takes off the gauze wrap around my chest. I nod at her. "Yup, why?" I inquire.

"Nothing. It's just odd. I don't know" She said. "Okay arms up." She instruct and I did. I'm confused why she found it odd. I mean I found it unusual too, that she just came out of nowhere and when I need lungs.

"I can see the resemblance because I talk to her, she looks like you actually in one look especially your side profile," Vicky explains. She did put not a povidone-iodine to clean the stitch.

"I see that too" I commented. "Ouch" I react when she put a slight force in the wood, "I put you a numb cream, idiot," she said I frowned, "that looks painful. Are you hiding some anger towards me and you put it in my wounds just to get even?"  I playfully asked.

"Yeah. I hate that I love you" she said. I smirk at her.

"Damn, you still into me?" I tease.

"Unfortunately, yes." She answered. I chuckle at her. She helps me to move so she can wrap the gauze. I heard a faint huff, I narrow my eyes and see Scarlett rolling her eyes.

"You look hot when that gauze wrap around your chest" she mumbled which makes me smile but it fades immediately when I heard a huff from the woman sitting on the couch looking at me, more like glaring at me.

"Call me if that's uncomfortable so I can adjust it," Vicky said. "You're still hot with that stitch though" Vicky. My smirk gets wider when the faint huff is now audible. "Are you flirting with me?" I inquire with a grin.

She grins at me, "is that bad if I am? I mean I could still do this right?" She said and get close to me, our lips almost touched, "not to me" I said implying something to her. Her smirk grew wider when she take the hint. She's about to kiss me when a fake cough interrupts it.

"Maybe next time," Vicky said and wink at me.

"Maybe there's no next time" Scarlett reply bitterly. Oh, now I know what's going on.

Vicky contains her laugh, she smiles victory at me. Her plan to make Scarlett jealous is working and now im the one who's suffering.

Scarlett closed the door loud enough to wake up the dead in the morgue. Fuck my life. Scarlett is scary when she's jealous. You have no idea what she can do. Man, pray for me.

"What is that?" She asked her left brow raised, hands on her waist. So hot.

"What is what?" I asked innocently.

"You're playing with the fire, Y/N" she warned, a smirk plastered on my face.

"I like playing with fire, darling," I said looking intently into her eyes. Her eyes are turning darker as she walks towards me.

"I do like playing with something too," I said holding her face. She purrs at my touch, my warm hand glimmers to her enchanted face.    

"You don't have to worry about me and Vicky. We're done already and we already stopped everything. She just wants to piss you off and make you jealous" I said. She looks at me with a 'are you serious?' expression.

"Me jealous? I'm not" she denies. Of course who's gonna admit their sin?

"Then why do you look at Vicky like you're going to murder her in front of me?" I asked knowing the answer. I keep my smirk in, not wanting to get murdered by her though it's the best way to die but I will rather be dead in between her legs.

She sat beside me and put her face in my neck, "shes so handsy with you and I don't like it. I don't like the way she looks at you like you're a piece of meat, the way she touched you, im the only one who gets to touch you like that. I don't like her smirk she looks like a witch like the one who is all green in the movie. I don't like her with you, you're mine now" she mumbles, I smile at her rants about Vicky. Her possessiveness is shown when she is jealous and I love that.