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Cool, does this mean I can go back to sleep?
I cast a glance at Drew first, who has his fists curled tight and his arms hanging down on either side of him. Thankfully, he’s not naked but wearing a pair of navy basketball shorts that hang deliciously low on his hips.
"You have no right to come barging in here and demand a single thing from either of us.”
The air becomes electrically charged, and I realize just how serious this is. Sebastian takes a step forward, his presence suffocating. My gaze cuts to him, and I notice then that he’s already dressed in his usual slacks and perfectly pressed white button-down. Even his shoes are gleaming.
Releasing a heavy sigh, I make a mental note to tell the guy to relax a little. There's no need for all this at...I glance at the clock on the nightstand...the numbers are hard to read. It looks like seven, eight, or nine. Really, it could be any of those times, but I choose to go with the earliest ’cause it sounds better.
It’s seven o’clock, and these assholes are arguing.
Sebastian crowds Drew further, but that doesn’t matter as Drew doesn’t appear to be bothered by it. In fact, he gives Sebastian a challenging smirk. With that smirk alone, my chances of going back to bed swirl down the drain.
There is way too much testosterone in this room right now. My heart stutters in my chest when Sebastian pulls his fist back like he’s going to punch Drew. Shit. I do the only thing I can think to do and jump between them, my back pressing firmly against Drew’s front, bringing me face-to-face with the meanest guard dog ever.
"Sebastian, back the hell off. All this yelling is hurting my head.”
Blurry vision makes it hard to see shit, but I can see him clutching a piece of paper in his other hand. I snatch it and shove it at Sebastian's chest.
He hisses out a breath, and Drew huffs against my ear.
I glance up at him. "You too! Both of you, opposite corners, go.” I can't read the paper without my glasses, so I wave it toward Drew. "What is this, and why is it making you two scream at each other before we’ve had coffee?”
He angrily snatches the thick cardstock back and then tosses it on the bench at the end of his bed. “It’s ridiculous bullshit, is what it is.”
"Ridiculous bullshit that you’re keeping a secret? I thought you were trying to be a better person?" I’ve had enough of the sarcasm and taunting from Sebastian.
Well, I know he means well and wants to protect me. He has no stake in this fight. This is between Drew and me.
I shift my gaze to Drew, looking for an explanation. “What does he mean?”
Drew cuts in front of me, ignoring my question and moving too fast for my addled brain and body to respond.
"I am changing fuckface, but it’s difficult when there’s someone like you breathing down my neck, pointing out every mistake I make, like it’s a goddamn intention. I can’t just wave a fucking wand and be a class A gentleman, nor would I ever want to be. That’s not the person Bel wants either. Now, get the hell out.”
I can feel the icy rage rolling off Sebastian, slamming into anything that’s in its wake. "The only way I’m leaving is in a bodybag or with my sister in hand. She shouldn't even fucking be here."
Okay, that hurts a little bit. Stings even, but this is my life, and I’m an adult who is very capable of making her own choices. That, and I’m really getting tired of being talked about while being in the room, instead of being included in the conversation.
"Excuse me but did you guys forget I’m standing right here? And that I’m a big girl who was caring for herself long before either of you came along? Neither of you have any say over what I choose to do, who I see, or where I go."
I can feel Seb's intense gaze on me even if I can't make out his features with pinpoint precision. "Don't look at me like that!" I scrape out, then cross the room to the bedside table, where I climb out of the sheets and slap my hands around, feeling for my glasses.
My hand brushes a glass of water and a couple of pills before landing on my glasses. Once I slip them onto my face, I stare down at the water and pills, my heartbeat quickening. He knew between the way he fucked me and the amount of alcohol I drank last night that painkillers would be a necessity the next day, so before he went to bed, he made sure I had them. I look over at him, but he doesn’t look back at me. He’s locked in a staring contest with Sebastian with his jaw set tight, hard enough to cut stone.
I wonder what they win by not blinking first?
On the other hand, Sebastian has no issues dishing out his cold, callous anger to everyone. His glare darts between the two of us. Then he locks on Drew with a narrowed gaze. "She's good enough to fuck, but not good enough to know your secrets. Yeah, I feel the respect and the desire for forgiveness. More games, more bullshit. Same Marshall drama."
I try not to flinch at each of his spewed words and even worse at the way Drew's fists tighten more and more at every word he speaks. His veins bulge, like they might explode out of his forearms.
What is this all about? Some stupid piece of paper? I step up to the bench, gather the sheet tight around my chest, and pinch the card between my fingers, inspecting it.
It’s an invitation of some sort from Drew's dad. That’s all I can make out before the invitation is ripped from my hands rudely and crumpled into a ball. Drew tosses the invitation at Sebastian’s feet and smirks.
"What the hell, Drew?” I yell.
“He came here to stir up trouble, Bel. That’s all this is.”
