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I push the door open and step inside the gym. Cody grins and stands up, walking toward me. My heart shrinks inside my chest as I watch his glistening muscles coming in my direction, and I take a step back by instinct. I have to be rational right now... and keep my mind out of the gutter.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, arching one eyebrow. He keeps walking toward me and I just take another step, my back then hitting the glass wall.
“Cody…” I start, the words feeling like a confusion of knots in my throat. “Everything’s wrong.” He stares at me in silence, and his grins starts fading away. He knows what’s coming; he knows what I’m feeling right now, and whatever I tell him won’t be a surprise.
“Kim, we’re just step--” he starts, lowering his voice, but I stop him before he continues. I don’t want to let him speak; he might just change my mind, and I can’t allow that to happen.
“No, Cody. Whatever happened last time… It can’t happen again. It won’t happen again,” I whisper, each of my words feeling like a needle going over my tongue. I hate what I’m saying right now, but there’s no other way around this. Someone has to do the right thing. “It’s my fault… I shouldn’t have kissed you. I shouldn’t have gone up to your room.”
“No, Kim, you--”
“Stop, please. Don’t make this any harder than it already is,” I whisper. I don’t want to do this, but someone has to be the responsible one.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, lowering his gaze. Then, sighing heavily, he gazes at me with a resigned look on his face. “Fuck, I guess you’re right.”
“I’m right, Cody,” I tell him, wishing that I was wrong. Returning his gaze, I manage to smile faintly at him and then, without another word, I turn on my heels and leave him alone in the gym.
I just know that if I kept looking into his eyes that I’d succumb. And that won’t happen ever again.
I promise.
Cody
“And here’s your whisky, sir. Neat, as you asked,” the bartender tells me as he pushes the glass across the counter. I nod, thanking him, and take the glass into my hand, swirling the amber liquid as I scan the room with my eyes.
Everyone’s happy chattering and mingling, and I’m just here in a foul mood, nursing a fuckin’ whisky. Kim’s on the other side of the room, merrily chatting with Alicia, and some other friends of hers.
What the hell am I even doing here? A fucking engagement party! First, I agree with Kim, nothin
g can happen between us ever again. And then I agree to accompany her to her friend’s engagement party. Please, check me into an asylum; I must be losing my fucking mind. What next? A baby shower?
I mean, my reputation is at stake here. Just imagine if anyone I know saw me here. Cody, the incorrigible ladies man, is hanging with his stepsister as if he’s in a relationship, and he’s not even fucking her. Yeah, this is not like me at all.
But, fuck it; I had to come. I heard her talk on the phone with a friend of hers, complaining that she’d have to come to Alicia’s party by herself… And then she asked me to come. What could I say to that? I couldn’t exactly tell her to fuck off. I’m an asshole, sure, but I’m not a fucking bastard.
Anyway, not everything is bad. At least there’s free booze. And Alicia’s fiancé is this billionaire, a guy with a reputation of his own, so that means that the booze is top shelf. A $10,000 bottle of whisky for free? Well, that kinda helps make peace with this situation.
Besides, Kim’s friends are hot. Most of them are taken, yeah, but there are a few single ones parading around, and let me tell you… They sure sound like a good way for me to put this situation with Kim behind me.
I mean, it’s not like I want to do it. As far as I’m concerned, I want nothing more than to head home and rip the dress Kim is wearing right now off of her body. Fuck, just thinking of that is enough to send boiling blood down between my thighs. I gotta stop these thoughts or else I’ll be walking around with a fucking boner. And, to be honest, I really don’t want to look like a giant tool (yeah, pun intended) around the people in here.
My family is pretty well off, but the guys inside this room are on a whole different level. Their net worth combined is probably enough to bribe God and lease Heaven for a few weeks.
There’s Alicia’s fiancé, Derek, but there’s also Derek Lowell, the owner of a media conglomerate. There’s also that guy from St. Albans, the one that drove the newspapers crazy a few months ago with his crazy antics. Even the most regular guy, a professor, comes from a wealthy family.
And they’re lucky, not because of the money they have, but because of their choice in women. None of them chose to go for his stepsister. Of course, I always liked being crazy enough to go after trouble, except this time I decided to jump head first into an unsolvable situation.
Fuck, I need to get Kim out of my mind. I think the best thing I can do is go for one of the hot girls in here, turn my charm up, and then proceed to fuck her brains out somewhere far away from prying eyes. What? You heard Kim; nothing is ever going to happen between us ever again.
Feeling pretty good about my plan, I scan the room once more and immediately find what I’m looking for: a blonde around the same age as Kim, legs that seem to go on forever, and a pair of lips that might just look perfect when wrapped around my cock.
She notices me looking at her and saunters over to me. As she leans against the counter, I tell the bartender to hand me a martini. When he finally serves it, I push the small glass into her petite hands, careful enough to brush my fingers against hers, and then flash her my best panty-dropper smile. What? I’m not doing it on purpose. This shit comes naturally to me.
“Here, you look like you can use a drink.”
“Look who’s talking.” She arches one eyebrow, her eyes drawn to the whisky in my hands.
“I’m just hydrating, really.”
