Dare Me Not | 18+ ✔

7. The Women in My Life (Xander)

The scene from last night has been messing with my head. I was well aware that I should leave at once; I shouldn't have stood there, watching them fucking like a horny creep. But why would they leave the door open while making so much noise like that? Were they expecting someone to catch them? Still, you should've just left instantly, man.

I rub my face to get rid of the image from my head, but the memory of Parker's dark eyes glazed with lust is too stubborn to leave. The scene was brutal, they fucked like animals, but my cock stirs every time the scene replays in my defenseless mind.

Groaning, I turn around to check on Emma, but her side of the bed is empty. A pang of guilt hits me when my mind jumps back to what I did last night. I was being a dick. Despite my girlfriend's discomfort about having rough sex, I fucked her without holding back anyway. My control was non-existent because I was just too damn horny to go slow and be passionate during intimacy. Not that I can't enjoy sweet sex; I did that from time to time for her. But last night was just not one of those nights. I owe Emma an apology.

My girlfriend is already at the breakfast table when I finally make my way downstairs. A glass of orange juice and an empty plate with bread crumbs sit next to the magazine she's reading. The hem of her silk robes dangles around the high-chair legs, barely covering her thighs, and her hair is tied into her usual bun. She turns to me and smiles as I trudge into the kitchen, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. She's still upset.

"Morning," I say as I kiss her cheek and rub her back slightly. "How did you sleep?"

"Short." Instead of Emma's soft voice, a rough voice greets me from the other side of the kitchen room. Bright pink hair peeks from behind the open fridge door.

"You're awake already," I say, walking to my coffee machine. Emma doesn't drink coffee, but she always makes some for me, sharp at six-thirty in the morning.

"Yeah. I need to leave soon." Blair closes the door after grabbing yogurt, still in her painfully short black dress. "Can you drive me?"

I pour some coffee into my usual mug. "Sure."

"We have an appointment today with Phillips," Emma interjects.

Blair flips the yogurt carton until it's upside down, emptying the content into her cereal bowl. "Call a cab for me then. My phone is still dead. It's charging upstairs."

I glance at the wall clock. "Phillips won't be here before lunch. We have enough time," I say before bringing the mug to my lips.

"Just saying," says Emma. "There is always something else coming up every time you bring Blair home."

Blair scowls with a spoon trapped between her lips. "What is that supposed to mean? He's not allowed to spend a little time with his sister?"

"That's not what I said." Emma straightens her torso and sighs. "I just want to make sure that Xander is home before Phillips and his fiancé arrive."

Blair turns around to throw the carton into the bin, and her cereal next, looking pissed as hell. "Fine. Whatever." She slams the bowl in the sink and stomps to the stairwell.

"Where did you learn that attitude from?" Emma glares at my sister. "For your information, this lunch appointment is for a business talk. And as far as I remember, it was you who called us out of the blue from that horrendous nightclub, when you're not even twenty-one, drunk and stranded alone by who knows who."

"He's my date and he-"

"This appointment was set way before that. And now you make it sound like I'm the one who's trying to ruin your plan?"