Ryder Stone 01

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I woke up, and rolled to see blonde hair laid against my arm. I groaned of annoyance, why the hell is she still in my house? I rolled my arm from underneath her causing her roll. She woke up and glared over at me.

"What the hell is your problem?" she yelled at me, shooting daggers at me. Bitch your in my bed!?

"Get out of my house. You know what was the plan otherwise I would have never fucked you." I spat honestly. Sorrow filled her eyes before she got out of my bed.

"You are such an ass!" She yelled at me again, grabbing her bra and panties of the ground.

I rolled off my bed and grabbed her wrists in a tight grip and pinned her against the wall.

"Who the fuck do you think your calling an ass? If you didn't like it, don't be so quick to jump in the sheets with me." This time I shoot daggers at her. She flinched in under my gaze. I let her go, harshly.

She didn't respond, she only quickly got dressed and wiped her face before exiting my room to leave my house. I rolled my eyes and went to my bathroom to wash this hoe's aroma off me.

As I turned the water on, I waited for the shower to get hot. Once to my desired temperature I hopped in and started to scrub my body. I washed my hair then wrapped a towel around my waist as i exited the shower. I ran my hand throw my wet hair to slick it back.

I returned to my room to find I wasn't alone. My little sister Sierra was sitting on my bed with her arms crossed.

"What's your deal? and why are you in my house and more importantly in my room?" I growled out, shaking my head.

"Who was the girl that left crying?" She asked , ignoring my question. She stood from my bed and walked towards me.

"Some whore I picked up last night at a bar." I shrugged my shoulders and dodged her before turning to my walk-in closet. I pulled out a black and grey shirt, throwing it over my torso. I pulled my boxers on under my towel, which I let fall to the floor after my boxers were on. I grabbed my dark blue jeans on, and taking my black leather coat off its hanger and a black beanie. I brought out my back high tops and pulled them on over my socks.

"Why do you always have to treat women like objects?" She whined, giving me a little pout. I rolled my eyes at her, giving her my signature smirk.

"Because that's what women are to me." My smirk still lingering on my lips. This time she rolled her eyes and smiled at me.

"All but me." After she spoke, her smile turned more into a playful smirk. I crossed my arms and glared at her.

"Your different. Your my sister." I heaved out, letting a sigh escape my partly separated lips.

" Incest is not best bro. " She mocked me. Crossing her arms over her chest.

"I wouldn't even if you weren't my sister." I rolled my eyes before walking towards her giving her a light push.

"Yeah, yeah." She waved her arms, smiling at me. I pat her head before messing it up. She playfully slapped my hands away while she laughed.

"Where's Jack... ?" I asked looking at her, Jack as in her fiance. Her eyes started to sparkle once his name left my lips.

"Waiting for us." She smiled, walking towards my bedroom door before she left she turned to me, "Don't keep us waiting."

I rolled my eyes following her out and slide in the back of her fiance car. Jack looked at me from the rear view mirror.

"I don't remember making plans with you guys today.. So where is the happy couple kidnapping me off to?" I smirked, shoving my hands in my pockets. I

"We have some business to take care of that involves you." Sierra mumbled barley audible to me. She looks worried for some odd reason. My heart beats a little harder.

"What kind of business?" I questioned hoarsly. She remained quite which only made me more nervous but I hide it, locking my emotions deep inside.

"You'll find out soon enough." Jack spoke calmly, averting his eyes back to the road. I glared out the window and watching the scenery fly by.

An hour later we arrived at a small bar, I glanced between the two as they both got out. They're bring me drinking?

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