Noxious (Anathema #1) - Yolanda Olson Page 0,1

bare minimum when it comes to details and dared me to go to Arizona. I don’t take dares very lightly and I don’t back down from them either.

I sugarcoat that version of events for Willa because my acceptance of dares has gotten us into more trouble than most of them are worth. I believe in having a good time at any costs, she believes in common sense.

“I guess so,” she finally says with a shrug. “We can leave tomorrow night if you want. I’ll sleep all day and we can miss a lot of the bullshit traffic if we leave at an odd hour, anyway. Consider this your birthday present, Meyer,” she finishes with a chuckle.

I grin and nod.

On the outside, I maintain my composure. On the inside, I’m freaking the fuck out. I’ve been trying for weeks to get Willa to fucking agree to this and all it took was a game of cards and some goddamn bantering about fucking her to get the job done. Had I known it would have been so easy, I would have done this the day I got the damn email.

I watch as Willa pushes her chair back and gets to her feet, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Glancing at the time on my phone, I suck my teeth before I turn my attention back to her. I didn’t realize it was already half past midnight, but I guess the saying is true—time flies when you’re having fun. Or scheming schemes; however it goes.

“Are you going to tell Dexter?” she asks, before covering her yawn with a closed fist.

I glare at her. “Why the fuck would I tell him about this?”

“Cause he wants your dick,” she replies with a smirk. I clench my jaw almost instantly—I’m sick and tired of her pointing that out to me. A lot of people want my dick, but I’m not into guys and I’ve told him that a thousand times already.

“Just you and me on this one, kid,” I say through gritted teeth. “And if you tell him about this, then one of us won’t be making it back.”

Willa shakes her head and rolls her eyes. She always thinks my threats are idle and never takes me seriously.

The problem with that is that I’ve felt an urge building inside of me as of late and she’s been in the crosshairs of that feeling without even knowing it.

Great thoughts to rub one out to, if I do say so myself.

“I’ll be back tomorrow night. Get some sleep because I’m not doing all of this goddamn driving alone.”

Willa pats my head on the way past me and I cringe. She’s going to learn one day soon that of the two of us, I’m the one in charge.

No matter how high up in the air she likes to stick her fucking nose around me.

Bitch.

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Nocturnal Animals

Willa

Aftyn is such a pain in the ass. He thinks he’s the most amazing thing to grace the face of the Earth, but I always manage to hold my own against him.

Arrogant would be a good way to describe him, though I’m sure that’s something he inherited more than learned. His momma never gave two shits about him—she always kept harping on him that he looked like ‘that no good son of a bitch that left me as quickly as he found me.’

Aftyn likes to pretend that it doesn’t bother him, but I’m not entirely sure that’s true. Especially since he’s threatened, begged, and then threatened me again to drive him to Arizona.

I yawn again, using the back of my hand to rub the tired feeling from my eyes.

I don’t get why he can’t give Dexter a damn chance either.

I know the thought irritates him to no end, but considering he’s always trying to play grab ass with someone who doesn’t want him—namely me—you’d think he throw a bone at someone that does.

In every sense of the word.

Of course, from what I understand, those Meyer men always want what they can’t have and they don’t give in so easily to the ones that worship the ground they walk on.

I wonder if his father is a dick too.

I roll my eyes at the thought as I stop at the red light. He has to be if his son is, cause he sure as fuck didn’t get it from his momma.

He probably looks like a lot like him, I tell myself as the light finally turns green.

Aftyn is a tall guy—about six foot. Has messy, jet black hair, a