Primed for Sin (18+)

4

Tiana

I opened my eyes due to the harsh rays of sunshine beating warmly against my face and groaned. Fuck I wish I didn't remember last night. But I did remember my brother fucking Emma Tanner. The same Emma Tanner that was in a relationship with Dante de fucking Luca.

I remember Dante shrugging off the whole ordeal as if it meant nothing to him. I'm not sure if it's because he was wasted or if he truly just did not care. Emma proceeded to grind on my brother right in front of Dante and me- I, unfortunately, remember that. And I remember him pushing her off after that, scrambling to apologize and cover himself while Dante shielded my eyes and turned me away without a word of rebuke. That was when Alex drove us home.

I stumbled out of bed and groggily trudged towards the bathroom that connected between Alex's and my bedroom. I took one good look at myself and shuddered in revulsion. My hair was a rat's nest, not to mention the bags under my eyes had their own bags. Hopefully, they were designer. The whites in my eyes were tinged red and I could taste the liquor on my breath. I was still in the clothes from the night before, so after locking both mine and Alex's door to the bathroom, I took care of myself.

I took my hairbrush and roughly detangled it so it wouldn't be a long, drawn-out process. I quickly brushed my teeth, flossed, and gargled mouthwash. I peeled off my disgusting clothes that reeked of weed and vodka and flung them in the wicker hamper. Stepping into the shower, I turned the water on hot. I let the steaming hot water envelop me as it soothed my aching muscles. After lathering up my hair and body, I shaved and rinsed off. I stepped out of the shower, wrapping my hair and body up in a towel. I unlocked both doors and walked back into my bedroom.

Quickly threw on my undergarments, matching black lace panties, and a bra like always, and picked out an outfit that consisted of a black tank. I paired it with light blue denim jeans that cuffed just above my ankles. I rolled ankle socks over my feet and slipped them in my black Docs. I walked to the bathroom and dried my hair, then straightened it like the day before.

"Tiana, you comin' down for breakfast?" I heard Alex call from downstairs.

"Give me a sec!" I yelled and grabbed my makeup bag. I quickly put on mascara and a bit of a deep red on my lips that resembled the color of wine. After putting some white plugs in my ears and fixing my piercing, I decided to make an appearance downstairs before Alex had a fit.

"Took you long enough." He handed me a plate that had an omelet on it. I felt my mouth salivating at the sight and sat down, immediately digging in. My brother was a damn good cook.

My phone started buzzing uncontrollably and my brows furrowed in confusion. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen that lit up with Emma's caller ID. What the hell? Since when did I have anyone's number at all except Alex's?

I slid across the screen, answered the phone, and placed it to my ear. "Yeah?"

"Hey, girl! How are you this morning?! Last night was so embarrassing. I just wanted to say sorry!"

I grimaced and slightly pulled the phone away from my ear before I went deaf from her chirpy voice. The hangover throbbed behind my eyes, and the last thing I needed was a screaming voice from a phone. Alex's eyes widened in realization of who was on the other line. I glared at him.

Dumbass.

"I'm good; how'd you get this number?" I asked hoping I didn't come off as rude but also kind of uncaring.

"Girl, when you were drunk you got all of our numbers." She explained. I definitely do not remember that.

"Oh, alright. What's up?"