a smile climbing on my face. Yes, a change of subject was long overdue.
I've spent enough time being sad over Landon to last me two lifetimes.
Chapter 3
Landon
"If it wasn't clear before, I still hate you", her voice echoes in my head as I drive home.
My hands tighten on the steering wheel just as my cock flexes. For fuck's sake, why am I getting another hard-on just thinking about what a bitch Kyra was?
Maybe because there's something of a challenge in it. Unlike Nolan, always playing video games on the easy level, going for whatever bar slut gives him the most intense fuck-me eyes, I've always liked a challenge.
But Kyra isn't a challenge. She's suicide. I heard her - "I'd rather drink bleach than go out with you again." Then why do I get the feeling she was saying it as much to shield herself as to push me away?
It doesn't matter. Kyra is the definition of no-go zone. I was a dick to her before; the least I can do now is leave her the fuck alone. I screwed up. And no matter how much I regret it, I need to go away and stay away.
Easier said than done, now that I'll be seeing her in court every week.
Fuck, what I wouldn't do for ten minutes with her in a closed room...
Landon.
I can't go down this road, even mentally. I need to stay focused to win this case. I'm the President of Storm Media now. There's no room for mistakes. Nothing less than complete annihilation of any threat - Goldtree's case included.
My phone goes off, but I don't answer it. Most likely it's Nolan, wanting to know why I hung up on him. He maybe has some event or two he wants us to hit up. It never gets old for him, us being twins. It's an easy ice-breaker with girls, a cute conversation piece with clients and new acquaintances. A few times a year, he'll even cut his hair like mine so that we can switch places, just to mess with people.
OK, it can be a bit funny, and a bit of comic relief would help take my mind off it. How the two sides of Kyra's dark, sleek hair are like two arrows pointing straight to her breasts. Or how she carries herself differently. Is she really as different as it seems, or is this all part of her I'm-a-lawyer-don't-fuck-with-me persona?
I pull into my building's underground parking lot with a shake of my head. It doesn't matter. I'll only be seeing her in a professional capacity.
But as the elevator whizzes up to my penthouse suite, she won't get out of my head. In the mirror, I see that pretty face crumple with my cock inside her. That angry sneer slacken as she moans my name.
Ding
I scowl, hurrying out of the elevator and into my apartment.
Fuck. So much for getting Kyra out of my head. Looks like I'll have to get her out of my system entirely.
I roll my eyes when I realize that I'm seriously considering Nolan's 'theory', if you can even call it that. He's convinced it works, though.
Whenever he has a major crush on a girl or just can't get her out of his head, he jerks off to her. Apparently, that's enough to do it for him - clear his mind, 'free' him, whatever. He still finds her hot, obviously, but he 'gets it out of his system'. Or so he claims.
Usually, I'm able to get a girl out of my system by actually fucking her, but considering the circumstances... this will have to do.
In the shower, I turn the shower head on high so that the hot droplets splatter my body, easing my tired muscles. That's another thing that could help clear my mind - the gym, the wall. Not now, though. I need her gone - now.
But before that, I need to be inside her.
I can see it now: the judge gone, everyone else gone - just the two of us. The two of us and an empty courtroom, and everything I want to do to her.
She'd try to say it again, "I hate you," but I'd beat her to it. My kiss would slam the words right out of her mouth, my tongue would lap the thought right out of her head.
Her body would give in how it wanted to.
Maybe at first, she'd rip away, still glaring, opening her mouth to snap something else.
Another kiss would shut up those pretty lips.
I'd cup