be with another guy on the side while she spends time here with me? Fuck, I can't stand it.
My blood boiling and jealousy eating at me so hard and fast I'm turning into a complete dick, I stride through the house, ignoring Dad when he calls my name, ignoring Adele when she finally bursts into the house and makes a grab for me yet again. I can't find Fable anywhere inside, and when I finally do spot her standing in the front yard puffing away on a cigarette I instantly see red.
Instant, I want to kick some ass, bloody as hell red.
Opening the front door, I stalk outside, heading straight for her. Our gazes clash and I see the fear, the wariness, the...matching anger in her eyes as well. She takes a long drag on her cigarette, blowing the smoke directly in my face when I stop in front of her and I'm furious. With her. With Adele. With my dad.
With myself for thinking I could have something with this girl who clearly doesn't give a shit about me.
"You're with someone else," I say, not bothering to hold back.
She purses her lips, the cigarette dangling from her fingers. "Talking to your stepmom, I see."
"Tell me what's going on."
"How is it any of your business?" She flicks the cigarette onto the grass and grinds the heel of her boot to put it out, digging a hole in my parents' otherwise pristine lawn. My dad is going to shit a brick when he sees that.
"I've paid you a fuck ton of money to pretend to be my girlfriend this week. I think that makes it my business." I grab her arm and haul her in close, staring directly into her blazing green eyes. I want to see if she's lying to me. If everything we shared yesterday was nothing but a bunch of meaningless bullshit for her.
That hurts. More than I care to admit.
"So we're back to that, huh? All those sweet words and yesterday's romance evaporates after I get you off. Now we're at square one and the paid girlfriend bit."
She's mad. But I'm madder. "Tell me the truth. Is there another guy?"
"Only if you tell me how your sister died," she throws back at me.
Surprise renders me silent and I let go of her, back up a few steps. Fuck. I hadn't counted on that. Figured I still had a little bit of time before I had to confess about Vanessa. "There's nothing to tell," I murmur, not about to go into the details, ignoring the guilt that has a death squeeze on my chest.
"Right, you just so happen to forget to mention you have a dead three year old sister who died here almost two years ago to the day. I mean, no wonder you don't want to come back to this place, Drew. I wouldn't want to either. I'm sure your house is chock full of horrendous memories you don't want to face."
"You're damn right." She's distracting me and I'm getting angrier because of it. We are not going to discuss my sister any further. "Who's the guy, Fable?"
She shakes her head. "No one."
"Who's. The. Guy?" I bite each word out, so freaking tired of her bullshit.
"What? Are you jealous?"
"Fuck yes, I am!" I roar, unable to stop the words from spilling out. "After everything we've shared, especially after yesterday, you have the nerve to ask if I'm jealous? Of course, I am. This isn't a game to me, Fable. This is my life. And I want you to be a part of it. But if you'd rather fuck around with other guys, then I can't deal with that. I want you and you only. I'm not sharing you with anyone else."
My breathing's ragged by the time I'm finished with my speech and I can't believe what I just said to her. She's staring at me like I'm crazy and maybe I am, but I can't hold back with her. For whatever reason, she makes me want to confess everything.
Every fucking thing, the good and the bad.
"Me and you, we're pretending," she whispers. There are tears in her eyes and one slips down her cheek. I want to stop it with my thumb, I want to kiss the tear away, but I don't. I can't, not after what she's said. "This isn't real. You're getting caught up in nothing."
"That's not true," I start but she shuts me up, pressing her fingers against my mouth for the briefest moment