The Entitled (The Entitled Duet #1) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,66

a nightmare.

Jax and I celebrated Andrew’s eighteenth birthday and his dad thought it would be fun for us to have a suite at the Four Seasons. I glance around the room. The only ones here are the brunette and me. I make my way into the bathroom and pull on my jeans as I go. When I glance in the mirror as I piss, the reflection staring back at me is barely recognizable. Jesus, I look like crap. Leaning in closer, I look at my eyes—they’re bloodshot and swollen. I need to get myself together and dry out. Huh… my hair is sticking up. It’s an interesting look.

The water is ice cold, and as I splash it on my face, I hope it stings. My head is pounding. I need a bump, I think, steadying myself. That’s how hungover I am. Lurching over to the love seat, I grab the vial from last night and take a quick snort. Closing my eyes as I feel the rush, my heart starts pumping and my whole body wakes up.

“Fuck, yes!” I hiss glancing over at the woman in my bed. I think her name was Christy, Roxy, something with a Y. She was new and did not disappoint.

I usually make a point of avoiding brunettes and prefer blondes. But last night I was fucked up enough not to care.

Andrew’s dad supplied the girls. A blonde, a redhead, and a brunette. It was his welcome-to-manhood gift. I guess everyone forgets that Jax and I are only seventeen. We still have another six months before we’re legal.

I feel better! Looking down at the tent in my jeans, I have to admit, I love to fuck on cocaine. I wonder if I should wake her up and take her from behind or see if Andrew or even Jax wants to trade. This chick’s dark hair is a reminder that I don’t need this morning. I reach for my tattoo and give it a rub, my heart beating fast. Yep, the coke is working. Leaning forward, I take another snort, deciding not to wake the brunette. I’ll persuade Jax to give up his redhead.

Opening the door to the living room, I’m greeted with the sight of my twin passed out on the massive L-shaped couch, the naked redhead lying on top of him.

The TV is on, but muted. A porn flick is playing. I should take her, if only to piss him off. Jax is completely stingy when it comes to women. He does not like to share. Which makes no sense. It’s not like he gets attached to any of them. Again, everyone thinks I’m the dominant one, but my brother takes the whole caveman thing to another level. He’s not into the kinky stuff though. One on one is his thing. I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. I love one on one, threesomes, whatever. Andrew and I have that in common. We’ve indulged in a lot of it lately. As long as it feels good and it’s a female in the middle, I have no problem sharing. There was only one person I wouldn’t share. Rubbing the back of my neck, I close my eyes as if that is going to block her out, but she’s already invaded me, claiming my shame.

Her face always haunts me, teases me. Everyone said it would get easier, that soon, I wouldn’t even remember what she looks like. I clung to that thought like a half-drowned sailor on a raft. She is the first thing I see and the last, her breathtaking visage as clear as the moment we met.

I hate her! I hate that every day I go through this. Rubbing my hands over my face, I glance again at Jax’s ginger friend and my cock comes alive. I need to fuck; my erection is becoming painful.

Adjusting myself, I lean over and push the girl’s hair away, giving me access to her breast. I don’t try to make excuses for my demons. I know my parents are worried and that my dad must know about my addiction to hooker sex. How could he not—they cost a fortune! I guess, he figures it take’s my mind off…

After that day long ago when Jax said he would never mention her name, no one has spoken it—it’s the proverbial elephant in the room. My mom tried once, and it was the worst fight we’ve ever had. After that, she kept quiet although recently she mustered her courage hinting