Bully stepbrother

34. Notice

CADEN

I'm not sure what came over me last night. I did something I've never done before—had sex twice with the same person.

You know what really sucks? Destiny can be a motherfucker. It threw a wrench in my plans and now my stepsister is messing with my head.

Out of all the girls I've screwed, Mad is the only person I slept with twice and she's still the only person I want to do it again with.

Throughout my sexual life, I easily get sick of one person after ejaculation. It angers every girl I came across for they always want more and I demand nothing but getting them to leave my room.

But with Mad, it's different. I kissed her, I have an appetite for more. I hug her, I pressure on more. I fuck her, I desire fucking more

I have to admit, it's a bit scary. And it's happening fast. She's everywhere—she's in my class, at my home, and constantly on my mind, even when I'm far from Palo Alto.

I've purposely been pursuing her since she walked into my house four years ago, but right now, I wish I could detach and walk away.

However, this strong pull between us won't let me think clearly.

During class, I found myself distracted, lost in thoughts about the alley. I didn't shower this morning or last night; I only cleaned the blood from a fight. I didn't want to wash away Mad's scent from my body. I couldn't erase the memory of her touch, the places her hands explored while she moaned in my ear.

I didn't even bother brushing my teeth this morning—I know it sounds crazy. I've been chewing gum to compensate.

All I know is, I wasn't ready to remove the mark she left on me because the memories are powerful and they keep replaying every time I close my eyes.

The two classes for the day ended around noon. Despite our intimate encounter in the alley last night, Mad and I haven't spoken. We don't really communicate in school, especially since she moved away from her spot in the front row next to me.

I received a frat party invitation from Paxton, but a party isn't what I'm in the mood for. What I really want is a genuine conversation with Mad.

There's definitely something messing with my head, and I'm determined to find out what it is. I want to understand why I can't get her out of my thoughts, why I keep making the same mistake whenever she's around.

When I got home, I waited for hours. As I waited, boredom set in, and I thought maybe cleaning the house could be a peace offering between us. I know how much she hates a disorganized home, and maybe this could bridge the gap.

After finishing the laundry, I still had three hours to kill. In my quest for a truce, I decided to take a step further and do something nice.

It's been a while since we've had a real meal at this apartment. The few times we did, Mad was the one cooking—for herself. That's why our groceries are always so limited.

I grabbed my phone and did some online grocery shopping.

While waiting for the delivery, I decided to give YouTube a try. Dad used the app to cook for us after mom left, And we survived.

Maybe I can find a recipe that will make Mad feel comfortable and set the stage for a good conversation later.

It didn't take more than fifteen minutes for the groceries to arrive; the supermarket is conveniently located on the same avenue I live on.

After changing my clothes, I got to work—dicing, chopping, and cooking—following the instructions on my laptop's screen step by step. Soon, I had an impressive Tso's chicken dish ready and my phone started ringing from the end table.