Book 4 of New York series
(Does not need to be read as a series)
"That's no way to treat me sweetheart. You claw at me when I give you pleasure."
"You stopped!"
"And?"
"And?! Whatever do you mean 'and?'?! Are you incapable of fulfilling my needs J...
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Tuesday 19th June "Where are you going?"
I eagerly pushed myself up off Blaise's couch. He stared back at me like I was some strange creature that had found its way into his apartment despite the fact I'd been here all day waiting for him to go out hoping it was where I wanted him to go.
He adjusted his jacket, fiddling with his sleeves and then grabbed his keys which were on the table next to his front door. "Me and Lilith are going for coffee. We-"
"I'm coming." I didn't even give him a chance to protest before I was beside him shoving my own jacket on and hastily pushing my shoes on. When I finally stood back up, straightening myself out, Blaise looked even more confused but also equally amused. I don't think he'd ever seen me move as quickly as I just did besides when I was fighting.
"You're acting weird." He said abruptly and quirked one of his eyebrows up just to emphasise his point.
"What? No I'm not. I just want coffee." I shrugged going to open his door and when I held it open for him to follow, Blaise stared at me for a while before shuffling after me. Please don't push the matter. Please don't-
"You definitely are." I shouldn't have had so much faith in him. Of course Blaise was going to push the matter. "You've been here all day and the minute I suggest coffee you finally pull yourself off my couch. Are you going through some crisis or something?"
As he locked the door and we made our way down the hall to the elevator, I rolled my eyes and shook my shoulders trying to get rid of the nerves in my body. They needed to disappear quickly because whilst Blaise had not a single sensible thought behind his eyes most of the time, he also wasn't stupid and we'd spent enough time around each other for him to know when something was up.
"No. Can a man not spend time with his brother every once in a while?"
"Not this man. You'd rather be hitting some hitting bag thing-"
"A boxing bag Blaise." I levelled him with a displeased expression. "It's called a boxing bag you fucking idiot."
"Point proven. You're always focused on boxing and you never spend time with me and Lilith." He said this with a whine that made my lips tilted upwards.
I pushed the button to the elevator and stood back beside him as I waited. "That's a lie. I spend time with you and Lilith."
"Oh yeah?" I turned to him and wished I hadn't because the look on his face was just smug. Sometimes I just wanted to hit Blaise. If he wasn't my brother, I would have. But, because he was, I just had to channel that urge into something else and that just happened to be ,as Blaise called it, a 'hitting bag thing'.
The elevator dinged and I was happy to escape him for a moment but the journey down to the car park wasn't going to be an easy one either. He pressed the button this time and then straightened himself out.
