Burning Love ~ Billy Hargrove ( +18)

Chapter 18

Billy's POV

When I got to my room, maybe I managed to sleep a couple more hours. But around 10:30, I got tired of tossing and turning in bed. My thoughts were racing a mile a minute. First, because I had just slept with my stepsister, what kind of perverts are we? Second, I couldn't stop thinking about the moment when she said she cared. No one has ever cared about me, although I don't really give a damn about that, I don't need anyone. But the fact that she said it. The person who hates me the most and whom I hate the most in this world. It makes no sense.

It makes no sense, and yet those words stirred a weakness in you. A weakness and feelings you've never had for anyone. Feelings you shouldn't have... And yet, you have them.

Tired of thinking about nonsense, I got up to get a coffee to help clear my mind. As soon as I got to the kitchen, I saw the youngest of the Mayfields was there. Instinctively, I brought my hand to my neck. Damn brat. If I already couldn't stand having to deal with them, now even less. Maxine was just as crazy, if not crazier, than Madeleine, so that was it for me—I wasn't putting up with them any longer.

"Good morning, Billy," she gave me a serious look.

"Good morning, little brat," I responded indifferently. I turned on the coffee maker so it would start dripping into my cup, and Maxine narrowed her eyes.

"You remember what we talked about yesterday, right?" she asked. She was definitely a mini version of Maddie. I needed to get out of this madhouse.

Right now.

I shook my head vigorously as soon as that thought crossed my mind. I didn't want to think about it anymore, it made me sick. I reached the bathroom, turned on the shower, and undressed while the water heated up.

I stepped into the shower and let the water run over my skin. It was almost scalding, but I needed it to focus on something else. I needed to stop thinking for a moment about Maddie and her body on mine. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't know how long I had been lost in my thoughts when, suddenly, the water turned ice-cold.

"Shit, damn it!" I shouted angrily as soon as the cold hit my skin. I pulled back the shower curtain, and once again, there she was, that damned idiot. I locked my furious gaze onto hers. "YOU! IT ALWAYS HAS TO BE YOU!" I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist before stepping toward her.

"In case you hadn't noticed, you don't live alone in this damn house, William. Stop taking those damn endless showers. Even if you dress a monkey in silk, it's still a monkey," she laughed sarcastically as I stood in front of her.

"Not even a minute," I rubbed my face almost angrily. "You can't leave me alone for a single damn minute!" I pinned her against the wall, trying to threaten her.

"You didn't say that yesterday," she laughed, amused. "It seemed like you wanted me very close," she traced her fingers across my bare, wet chest. I managed to suppress a growl deep in my throat. The way she provoked me. Those fingers brushing against me again. Damn it.

"Let me remind you, you were involved too, redhead," I gripped her wrist tightly. I didn't want her continuing this sick game. I didn't want to fall for it again. Not again. "You're crazy, you hear me? I don't want you near me," I spat out. I wanted to pull away from her, but my body wasn't obeying my commands. Instead, I was getting closer to hers.

"Then let go of my wrist," she straightened up and confronted me. She stood on her tiptoes, bringing her face close to mine. I could feel her breath so close to mine.

"Let go of me, leave, and let me take a peaceful shower. Idiot."

"Stay away from me and stop coming after me. Yesterday was a damn mistake," I let go of her wrist, but I still had her pinned against the wall. I wanted to show her that no matter how much she confronted me, I could do whatever I wanted with her at any moment. I was still stronger.