Hayden (A Next Generation Carter Brother #4) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,2
begging for more, and I cringe at the desperation. I guess she’ll fake it till she makes it.
Neither have noticed me, or felt the anger swirling around the room, which gives me time to walk closer to the bed.
“Honey,” I call out in a sickly-sweet voice.
Russell squeals, jumping away from the girl and turning to me, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. “Don’t tell your family. It was an accident,” he rushes out, holding his hands together in prayer.
I inwardly snort. Like it’s my family he has to worry about right now. The one he should be worried about is standing right in front of him.
But again, he underestimates me and what I’m willing to put up with.
“Get out!” the girl squeals, failing to cover herself.
It takes me a few moments to realise where I know her from. She’s the slag that moved in across the hallway a few weeks ago and had no problems flaunting her body.
I narrow my eyes on Russell. “No, falling down a set of stairs is an accident. Cheating is a choice.”
“We can work this out,” he pleads, sitting up, his floppy dick hanging low.
Yeah, I have too much self-preservation and dignity to ever fall for that crap.
“Happy New Year, you wanker,” I sing, before throwing the concoction all over them both, exploding into laughter when something thick and brown runs down his forehead, over his nose, and into his mouth. His scream is cut off when he begins to choke on the mysterious substance.
I mentally clap myself on the back as the two try to scramble off the bed. To further my revenge, I hold my phone up, snapping a picture. Luckily, the indecent parts are covered in either crap, soggy bread, or the blanket, so I won’t need to black anything out.
Clicking on the Facebook app, I quickly find Russell’s Facebook page and post the picture, with the caption, ‘When you not only discover your ex cheating, but find out it’s because he’s into the sick stuff. Russell, I hope she can give you all your sick desires’. #WhenHeTakesCheatingToAnotherLevel #GladItWasn’tMeHeShatOn
Grinning, I put my phone back in my bag and turn to leave, but the bat resting next to the bedroom door calls to me.
Screams really.
And my dad always said never to let anyone take advantage of me. It would be wrong to not listen to him.
I shrug, ignoring my mum’s inner voice telling me to calm down, and swing the bat over my shoulder. I pass Russell and Blondie, who are struggling to get untangled from the sheets.
Huh, they weren’t that tangled before.
“My eyes burn!” he screams, swiping thick goo out of his eyes as he tries to get out of the bed.
“Your dick just poked me in the eye! Stop moving!”
“Fuck! What went up my arse?” he squeals, and the high pitch of it has me cringing.
And gagging. The smell is horrendous.
A huge sigh escapes me as I tune out the fighting going on behind me. Bringing the bat up higher, I swing it down, smashing the fifty-two-inch television in the centre, shattering the screen. His Xbox is next, and oddly, I feel more satisfied destroying the love of his life than I do throwing a bucket of random crap on him.
“Oh my God, did you just vomit on me?” he growls.
As I turn to leave, laughter spills out of me as I watch the girl struggling to hold it in before throwing up all over his crotch.
“Are you getting hard?” she screeches, pushing him away from her.
Stepping out of the room, I head for the front door, but her bag on the floor stops me. I look behind me to the bedroom, hearing them still yelling at each other.
She deserves it, Hayden. She slept with a guy she knew was taken.
With that thought, I bend down, searching through the suitcase she calls a bag.
“Gotcha,” I cheer when my fingers clasp around the cold metal of a key, before dashing out the door.
I only wish I could be here when they realise they don’t have hot water to wash all that crap off. And they won’t be using hers for a while.
Still laughing, I make sure to shut the front door behind me. Whistling the Game of Thrones theme tune, I head over to the lift and press the button to go down.
Hopefully I’ll still be able to make it to Faith’s party.
A woman with two kids steps out of the lift, her eyes widening when she hears the expletives coming from Russell’s flat.