10) You would like to be in her place

"Where were you?" - William opens the door slightly and greets me with an anxius expression, letting me know that I was later than I should, but it was really difficult

convince her and make her understand that the old man in front of me has good intentions.

"Consider it a gift from me." - I take a step forward to force him to open the door completely, at the exact moment in which he hurries to snort:

"I said no gifts!" - he complains giving me some space to enter his apartment,

but he straightens his back and opens his eyes wide when he notices the presence of his beloved

woman behind me, who only now I know is called Kat, with the 'K' of KBurger.

I leave the two behind, hoping that William does not spoil everything, but I stop at my steps

when seven pairs of eyes are focused on me and among these I know only those of

my friend Tessa and Ian, while Matthew is the only one who is not sitting around the table but

she has taken a seat on the sofa and looks at the phone screen while stroking

right-ass with one hand.

He's not the only one who doesn't give me a look, as the room is full of boxing instructors

that I don't even think I've ever met in our gym, but I avoid intriguing

too much with my eyes around and I just walk towards Tessa and Ian, who exchange

strange looks until I take a seat next to my friend, forgetting completely of having to help William, but Kat said she is a good cook, and that was the exact moment I thought I had ti convince her to come.

"Another conquest of William." - Tessa comments aloud, but I try not to give

importance to her trembling tone to bring my eyes back to Matthew, who again does not care about my presence, even if at this moment I would like to throw him

a dirty look to vent the anger that still runs in my veins.

"Another unfortunate." - I correct her absently, dragging a hand to my face

to bring a lock of hair behind the ear, while Tessa looks with

disapproval of my fagot in the head:

"Of all the Nobel laureates missing, the most important is the one that had to be given to those who have

invented the messy bun. »- I comment on purpose to annoy my friend.

"Of all the death penalties not given, the most appropriate was the one they didn't give to

who invented the elastic. "- he hastens to reply, attracting the attention of some of the guests,

although most of them are too distracted chatting to each other ... or chatting with

someone with the phone in their hand...

"You will never see me with my hair down." - I stick my tongue out when she finally falls silent, giving up like always.

"Then you'll end up like Sky Orwell." - this time it's Ian talking, but I understand what he means

when I follow the direction of his eyes, which fall on a bald, stout man who seems like the sosia of Master Lindo sitting in front of us, but I can't stop myself from

bursting out laughing when the man slowly raises his head from his glass, assuming

an offended expression when he realizes he's the subject of Ian's words.

"Jerk." - he turns to the blond in a playful tone, while Ian spreads his lips in a

smile, but his eyes are not on Sky Orwell.

He looks at me behind the usual dark glasses amused when he realizes that I can't stop, although I try to summarize a serious expression when out of the corner of my eye

I catch Matthew staring at me from the sofa, but as soon as he notices my gaze he hurries to

take his eyes off my figure to bring him back to his annoying cell phone.

"I think we'll ordering pizza tonight." - William yells from the kitchen, arousing the laughter of

most of the guests, including that of the woman at his side, but while addressing

towards the landline phone he is forced to stop in front of the door when he hears a knock

incessantly.

He said there would only be ten guests, but it seems to me he invited

even the waiters in the gym bar.

"Congratulations uncle."

I would recognize the timbre of her annoying voice even a kilometer away, but as soon as the redhead and Ashley enter the living room I don't have time to comment that Tessa

anticipates me:

"She forgot her pants at home." - she says in a annoyed voice, whispering close to

my ear in order not to be heard by people around us:

«Again.» - she concludes between her teeth, but I know my friend so well that I know she speaks

only because she is envious.

It is true that her dress looks like a cross between a nightgown and a lingerie

black lace, but with her ten meters high, or rather, twenty, even considering the heels, and with her doe eyes it's impossible not to notice her in public.

"Even the panties." - I comment annoyed, throwing a quick glance at people

around, even though they are all too focused on staring at the red parade instead of listening to my words, including Matthew.

I close my eyes when I see him raise a corner of his mouth as he lets his cousin sit by his side, while his gaze seems to invite her to fuck on the couch, in front of all these people.

I avert my eyes when I start to feel the puke, at the exact moment in which Ian's voice catches my attention:

"Aren't they cousins?" -he continues to stare at them with a grimace almost more disgusted than me,

while out of the corner of my eye I see Matthew bring a hand to her bare knee to

lift her dress slightly higher, as if they weren't already bare enough

to his eyes.

I instinctively look from the redhead's dress to my legs,

wrapped in a light pair of black legings, while the sweatshirt covers the rest of my body,

leaving only the fingers of my hand and my neck exposed.

"He would take his sister to bed, to, if it was for that." - I mumble in a low voice, but

I jump in my chair when a voice behind me brings me back to reality:

"He's not that pervert. " - Matthew's sister's words lead me to bite into the inside

cheek and slap myself mentally, but when I hear her giggle while

she takes a seat next to Ian I calm down, pretending to listen to her when she starts talking to Ian and Tessa and avoids what I just said.

I've known her for less than ten hours, but I quickly realized that Ashley isn't like Matthew, either like her cousin luckily.

But now I know that her brother is not only an asshole, but also a moody one.

I don't understand why until a couple of hours ago he was trying to get rid of the redhead, but now he lets his cousin cling his shoulder as if nothing had happened.

I begin to

understand what William and Taylor meant when they explicitly asked me to stay away from him.

As much as William and Taylor do nothing but piss me off every second I spend with them, they are perhaps the only ones who make me feel protected, as if I really have

needed their protection.

Paul still gives me the chills, so much that I don't use the stairs to go down to the ground floor

since the last day I entered his house.

I get lost in my thoughts and I don't realize I've been silent for that long that I return to reality only when Tessa gives me a pat on the shoulder:

«You've been staring at the pizza for half an hour.» - she points out, forcing me to raise my head

and point out that in front of me there is a giant New Haven-style pizza.

I look around in confusion, noticing that everyone has taken their places around the table, including

William and Kat, as I straighten my back when I notice Matthew and the redhead at his side get close to the two chairs left empty by my side.

"I advise you to use your hands." - she jokes immediately after, biting her slice with one hand,

while with the other she leans on my shoulder and hurries to change the subject to attract

my attention, even if at the moment I'm too distracted to spy with the corner of my eye the bastard who decides to sit right on the chair next to me.

I don't know if it would have been worse to have his cousin next to him instead of him, but it would have been

even better not to have either of them by my side, so much that I hold back from

advising both of them to go eat in Matthew's bedroom.

"There is a party this weekend ..." - she begins to say in a low and sweet tone, but I know she is

just trying to get me to accompany her, so I hurry to cut her off:

«Forget it.» - I anticipate her before she could say anything else, only to hear her snort when she gives up before retorting, as I look down at the plate to grab a piece of

pizza, mentally thanking William for choosing my favorite.

I eat in silence and avoid Matthew throughout the evening, this is my goal for

tonight, even if it comes back hard when my eyes land on the hand of the man by my side, who for the second time tonight begins to caress the thigh

of the redhead, even though the dress is now covering her tanned skin.

"It must be tough." - I can't help myself when his fingers grip her leg

, giving him a quick glance to let him know that I'm talking to him, but I regret speaking when his stern eyes meet mine.

"Keep your hands at their place." - I explain when he starts looking at me with a confused face, but this time I lower my voice not to be heard by the other guests, while I find

the courage to look him in the eye again with a disgusted expression.

I regret my words again when he makes a bully grimace, incinerating me

with his pupils, as if he understood the effect his damned dark eyes have on me.

"Look at my hand." - he says between his teeth, stretching the other arm towards the back of my chair to rest the body and get close to my ear, but I do as he tells me only

to understand his intentions.

His fingers end up at the hem of the woman's dress at his side as soon as he starts

whispering at the root of my ear in a voice so hoarse and seductive that a trail of chills runs through my lower abdomen:

"You can be a bitch whenever you want." - he begins to say, while I try to resist the breath of

Matthew warming my cold skin , but he doesn't take his hand away from the

skin of the redhead, indeed, while his words are repeated in my head his fingers slide

into the woman's inner thigh, making me grit my teeth at his cheekiness.

"You can also pretend to hate me." - he continues to provoke me, while I decide to put up with his lips brushing the lobe of my

ear and watch the movements of his fingers with indifference, as they hide underneath

her cousin's dress.

"Because we both know ..." - he moans near the crook of my neck, as I look up

to make sure no one's paying attention to the bastard by my side.

"That you want to be in her place, Charlie." - he concludes at the exact moment in which my

eyes end up on his hand again, which this time hurries to squeeze between his fingers

the intimacy of the redhead under the dress, while leaving a light sensual kiss on the he place he sucked my skin this morning.

I blush violently at his gesture, but instead of staying in my seat,

I hasten to clench my fingers in a fist and don't think twice before standing up to force him to move away from my body, even though my gesture attracts Tessa's attention and make me hasten to reassure her:

"I'm going to the bathroom."

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