Little Bitch

Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Following our sleep-over schedule, tonight I was staying at Lexi's house.

But her father was a shark, and Lexi and I had definitely broken his no-fornication rule—not in his house—but it was still broken.

And I was kind of dreading whatever might happen tonight. Because so far, it seemed like Michael Grayson could just give me one look and know absolutely everything.

So yeah. Worried was an understatement. 

Since Lexi had drove to school, we got back to her house in our respective cars, and Lexi got home first.

When I walked in her house, she walked out of the living room, greeting me while I took my coat and shoes off.

I was trying to peek around her to see if her father was there watching is hidden away in a corner.

My girlfriend frowned at me. "What are you doing?"

"Is your dad home?" I asked, my voice low, looking around.

"No. And he's probably going to be late. He left money for us to order food. With the snowstorm, he's gotten more work."

I wasn't going to be fooled that easily. Maybe he wasn't here right now, but I wouldn't put it past him to have cameras everywhere in the house.

"Are you sure this is not just some kind of tactic? And that he's actually hidden in a closet to catch us unaware?"

"Why? Are you doing anything that could anger my sweet father?" Tyler asked, walking up to us.

I almost jumped up, startled by his sudden appearance. 

Shit. Trust the Baby-Shark to snitch. Him and his father probably had some other bet going on about us that I absolutely did not want to know about.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Your father is sniffing for blood and just looking for once reason to pounce."

Tyler gapped, pressing a hand to his chest. "My father is a gentle soul who wishes only happiness for his two children."

I rolled my eyes and pointed out, "Your father has three kids."

"MY FATHER IS A GENTLE SOUL WHO WISHES ONLY HAPPINESS FOR HIS TWO CHILDREN."

"What do you guys want to eat?" Lexi asked, ignoring Tyler's random outburst completely. It was not an uncommon occurrence.

"A nice little truth sandwich. Why is Blake twitchy like he's trying to smuggle coke up his ass across the borders?" Tyler asked his sister.

"I am not twitchy," I stated.

Lexi made a face. "You're a lil twitchy."

How could she throw me under the us like that? And how was she this calm cool and confident. For all she knew her father was about to pop out from a whole in the ceiling and make us listen to a home-birth video to deter us from having sex again.

"Did you have a deeply disturbing homo erotic dream staring me Blake?" Tyler asked with a smug smile. "Are you finally going to admit your true feelings?"

I glared at him and started to put my shoes back on. "I think I'm going to go home."

"Blake Eaton, get back here," Lexi ordered, and I was a whipped boyfriend, so of course I complied.

"He never denied the homo erotic dream," the youngest Grayson pointed out smugly.

I sighed, annoyed. "I have not been having dreams about you Tyler. Homo erotic or not."