You’re Mine

Chapter 110

Easton

I'll kill her I will actually kill this bitch.

I stand up.

Harper is stunned, I think.

She grabs on to me— hard.

Blake yawns.

“Aisha, babe.

Let's go to our room.

Fuck around a little bit and put that mouth to good use like you did for me last night. '

“You're such a fucking jack ass! ' Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Aisha gets up and stomps off.

“I'm taking a shower, don’t follow me! '

She stumbles away from him clearly drunk off her ass.

“Had to give it a shot, '

Blake says under his breath so only we can hear.

I keep my laugh in while she stomps off in a zig zag.

I pull Harper closer next to me, thankful she has her top back on and is in the process of putting the pants back where they belong——on her ass.

She’s stiff next to me.

I can feel her tension, her stress, all the words Aisha said seem to just seep into her body as if my I love you doesn’t even matter anymore.

Blake shakes his head at me as if to say, don't.

What doesn't he want me to do? The hell? “Hey, Easton, I’m gonna go grab some beer from the garage, want more? '

I want to say no because my girl’s here and I want to be with her, but also, I’m not sure I should be.

I’m not sure if she needs a minute and I don't want to ask her in front of him.

“Actually. '

He scratches his head.

“Sorry to be an ass, Harper, but I’m gluten free and I can't remember the right brand, can you just run out and help me real quick? It might just be easier since it’s so dark and all..You hold the flash candle and I'll fill my hands, God knows we need more alcohol after that drama. '

Harper lets out a curse, then gets up.

“Yeah I could use some air. '

“Great. 'Blake winks at me.

Is that an I got this wink or an, I'll steal this wink? No clue.

All I know is that Harper leaves, fucking leaves with Blake and I'm left there wondering what the hell to do.

Was Aisha right? Is he really my competition? No fucking way.

I don’t have to wait long until I’m no longer alone.

Two minutes later, out comes Aisha.

She’s wearing a white, fluffy towel.

Her hair’s wet and tied up in a knot on her head and she looks hungry for dick.

“Hey there. 'She drops the towel.

“You wanna play some more? '

“No. 'I deadpan.

“Also, your snatch needs a bit of trimming, oh, and I'm into pussy that hasn't been pounded at least a dozen times... '

I pause.“In the last week. '

“Fuck you! 'she yells, grabbing her white towel and pulling it across her chest wrapping it tight.

“Why are you such an asshole? '

“Why are you so obsessed with me? '

I tease back.

“But, seriously, Aisha, I have a girl who’s hot as fuck—something you can never claim.

I'm happy, also something that you'll never be able to say if you keep doing what you're doing and... '

I shrug.

“I'm done, so fucking done with you and your games, so try all you want, but this is my fucking house, I’m just letting you stay the night so you don't die in a storm— '

“The way my brother did, '

she counters with a sneer.

“The way you let him die? '

“That wasn’t my fault and you know it! '

I yell.

“Oh bull fucking shit! '

she screams.

“It was you who let him go! Admit it! Just admit that you were the reason he left! That you were the reason he was depressed! '

My heart clenches in my chest.

“It had nothing to do with me. '

“You could've been nicer to him! '

“I was! 'I scream.

“He was my friend! '

“He was my brother! '

she screams back.

“And you ruined him! '

“No, 'I say quietly.

“He ruined himself. '

“Fuck.You. '

Tears stream down her cheeks.

“l hate you.I hate you.I hate that I thought you were different.I hate that at the end of the day, you're just this spoiled little fuck who doesn't care about anyone else but yourself. 'I nod, my chest tight.

“I’m sorry you feel that way. '

“And I'm sorry he’s dead, '

she says, tears streaming down her face even more.

“But it doesn't bring him back. '

“No, 'I whisper, looking out the window into the darkness.

“But I wish it did. '

She swipes the tears at her eyes and starts to climb the stairs, then stops and turns around, looking over her shoulder.

“Did you ever care about him? Even a little bit? '

“Of course, '

I answer without even thinking about it.

“He was one of my friends.Talented.

He had it all.

If anything I was jealous. '

“So... 'She sniffs.

“Why couldn't you be there for him? '

“Because he was my friend, Aisha.

That's it, that's where it stopped. '

“I loved him, 'she says.

“So much.But it wasn’t enough. '

“Aisha, 'I sigh.

“No one could save him.

Not even you. '

“They bullied him. '

She starts to cry even harder.

“They called him names.

You were his only friend. '

“Yeah, I was, 'I whisper.

“It’s why, despite you being crazy, I’m still your friend, because that’s what he would have wanted. '

Her eyes squeeze shut.

“You hate me, though. '

“I hate what you've become.

I don’t hate you. '

She nods, and then she’s walking back down the stairs until she’s right in front of me, standing there like I'm supposed to do something.

“Thank you, '

she whispers.

“For understanding. '

“For understanding him? 'I ask.“No. '

Her arms reach around my waist.

“For understanding us. '

“What the fuck are you— '

Her mouth claims mine so fast, I can’t even finish my sentence as the back door to the garage slams and voices sound.

I shove her away in a panic.

Harper walks around the corner, smiling.

“Hey, you guys ready for bed? '

“I sure am. 'Aisha winks.

“What about you... '

She looks around me.

“Blake?”