Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny." — Lao-Tze ————————————————————
Chapter 9 <—————————————>
Maggie
"You missed a spot."
My fingers tightened around the broom so right, I worried it'd snap under my grip. I searched the space for the spot he claimed, but found nothing. "Where? I swept it all."
Luke, who had brought himself a chair and a desk to watch me suffer in, tilted some of the skittles in his hand. He tossed them back, then poured the remaining candy all over the ground.
He flicked his head, pointing to the floor. "Right there."
Oh sweet, sweet sanity.
I pressed my forehead to the broomstick, rehearsing the breathing exercises Jax taught me to control my anger. It was doing nothing to sustain me so far. It surely didn't help the other night.
"The fuck are you doing?"
"Breathing," I hissed through my teeth.
"What? Like meditating or some shit?"
Yeah, this wasn't working. I opened my eyes, attempting to look for the skittles he threw. "No, no, I'm air-bending," I replied, sarcastically. "What do you think?"
"Such a nasty little mouth on you, Norris."
"Really, now?" I murmured, mentally cursing the green skittle hiding under the bristles. "That's not what you said before."
He threw his legs on top of the table, crossing them at the ankles. "What? You want a reminder, or something?" At my hanging glare, he chuckled, "It was just a question, Norris. Most women like my cock down their throat."
"As if they could even feel that little carrot of yours. They'd probably think there was just a little itch in their throat."
Luke stared at me for a moment, pursing his lips. I thought he'd offer a retort but instead, his head fell back with rounds of laughter to follow. It was so deep, I felt it from the bottom of my toes.
Finally, his dark eyes went to me. "Oh, yeah?"
Finally, I caught the last skittle. I cast a quick glance back at him to catch him already watching me. "Yeah." It was getting harder by the minute to hold myself back from whacking him with the broom.
