Creed-
“You fucking asshole.”
I was hysterical, I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t catch my breath.
I had never been so pissed off in my life.
Shoving Jason, he barely budged, but I pushed him again, ready to swing at his head. I couldn’t believe he lied about something as serious as his cancer returning. My heart was still pounding erratically at the thought.
“I’m sorry, Creed.
We couldn’t just let you leave with things unsettled.”
“We? Where is the 'we'?”
I looked around the mother-in-law suite, a small two-bedroom my parents used for guests they didn’t want in the main house.
It was fully furnished and stocked, and Jason had told me to meet him here.
Jason shook his head, his face full of pity.
“Everybody is terrified to say the wrong thing to you right now.”
“So they sent you to do the dirty work, or did you volunteer because you know I’ll feel too guilty about yelling at you?”
Jason had found out he had testicular cancer last year.
It was early stage, and the doctor promised recovery.
He got a testicle removed and froze some sperm.
He was good. When he asked me for money for medical bills and not to tell the family, I had not said a word. We all had secrets. I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at him because I’d spent months thinking he’d die.
I didn’t give him a chance to answer.
“Why did you all keep the secret about Maine's baby from me?" I demanded, my voice trembling.
It wasn’t just that Devon was DJ's father—Maine could have him—but I couldn’t believe my family hadn’t told me.
I felt like they’d picked Maine's feelings over mine, which was the norm. Maine always got special treatment because her mom was a piece of shit.
“How could you not know? Look at DJ.
He’s the spitting image,”
Jason said.
“She was too self-absorbed in your pity party to notice.
She didn’t even see that Maine’s been in love with Devon since she was a teenager.
I whipped my head toward the new voice and found Noah leaning against the bedroom door frame, wearing a T-shirt and joggers, barefoot.
My eyes narrowed on their own.
He should have kept his mouth shut like he had for the past five years.
“No, I didn’t notice.
But nothing kept her from telling me. She could have opened her damn mouth and said something. My life doesn’t revolve around what Maine wants like everyone else’s,”
I spat at Noah.
“But the real question is...
Why the hell are you here, Noah? You’re barely family, and this is family business.”
I knew it was a low blow, but I wanted him to hurt as much as I did.
He should have told me, of all people.
“Creed,”
Jason objected, sounding indignant.
Without looking at him, I said, “What? Am I lying? He has no blood relation to any of us but Maine, so of course, he’s going to be on her side.
Hell, you’re my brother as much as hers, and you took her side too.”
I was a minute away from throwing a tantrum—or throwing a lamp.
My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides.
“I didn’t take her side, Creed.
I did what I thought was right.
Protecting you.
Protecting Maine. That doesn’t mean I don’t know she was wrong.”
Jason claimed.
“Then you should have told her she was wrong, and then told me I was screwing the man she had a baby by.”
Jason sighed and ran a hand over his face.
“When I caught them together last year, I gave her until Momma's birthday to tell you.”
For a moment, everything stopped.
I saw the shocked expression on Noah’s face and knew we were both hearing this news for the first time.
“Damn,”
Jason muttered, realizing his mistake.
“Last year?”
I screamed.
I watched Noah move towards me as I lunged, my fist swinging towards Jason.
Before I could connect, Noah grabbed me from behind, lifting me off my feet.
“Jason, I think you should go.”
Jason didn’t need to be told twice.
He apologized as he slipped out through the front door.
The second Noah let me go, I turned on him, raising my knee to hit him in the stomach, but he barely flinched when I connected.
I tried again, but this time he was ready.
With a swift movement, he grabbed me, backing me against the wall.
“How is fighting me or Jason going to make this any better, Creed?”
His voice was strained and he looked really fed up..
I shoved against him, my frustration boiling over.
“Stop talking to me like you’re not part of the problem! Everyone kept secrets, thinking it was for the best, but nobody thought about what it would do to me! Fighting you would make me feel better.”
I don’t know why I did it—maybe out of sheer frustration—but I forcefully pressed my mouth against his.
To my surprise, he kissed me back without hesitation.
It was all teeth, tongue, and anger.
I rubbed myself against him, reaching down his joggers.
His dick was hard and hot.
I stroked him, spreading the precum over the head with my thumb.
“Stop, Creed,”
he growled, trying to pull my hand away.
“No.”
My teeth sank into his bottom lip, drawing blood before I let go.
“Just fuck me.”
He tried to shove me off, but I had already wrapped my hand in his shirt, and he wasn’t exactly trying very hard.
He was way bigger than me; if he wanted me off, he could have pushed me away.
“Fine,”
he spat, spinning me around and pressing me over the back of the white tuxedo sofa that took up half the room.
He hiked up my skirt, fingers catching the edge of my panties, and then a quick, rough pull—the sound of fabric tearing echoed the room .
Cool air rushed over my skin, raising every nerve in my body.
A low sound escaped my throat, raw and filthy.
“Fuck,”
I cursed loudly as he slammed himself into me.
He set a rough pace, I panted out, while he fucked me hard.
Wetness slipped from my pussy, wetting him.
“Shut up,”
he growled, shoving two fingers into my mouth, to silence me.
I bit down, hard, tasting the salt of his skin.
With his free hand, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me upright until my back flushed against his chest.
I could feel every rough breath he took as he pounded into me, splitting my wide open.
And then he froze, buried deep, moaned my name and dug his fingertips into my skin, grinding into me, filling me with his cum.
Breathless, I slumped to the floor, legs raised as if to catch his sperm.
Noah angrily shoved himself back into his pants, muttering to himself.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling.
“What the hell are you doing?”
he snapped.
I opened one eye, meeting his shocked expression.
“No use in wasting good sperm.
I’m ovulating.
It’s a good day to get pregnant.”
His eyes went wide, and for a moment he looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“I just had fertility treatments.
I’m trying for twins,”
I continued, my tone icy.
“ If I do get pregnant with your baby, you’ll be as silent as you were for Maine.
Nobody will know they’re yours.
Now get out before I scream.”
Noah stared at me like I’d lost my mind, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I waited until I heard his footsteps fade away before letting the tears fall.
After a few minutes, I got up and left the suite.
As soon as I stepped outside, I saw my father striding toward me, a serious look on his face.
I wasn’t in the mood.
I turned and started walking the other way.
“I’m not trying to hear it, Daddy.”
“Creed,”
he called after me, his tone grave.
“Your grandmother had a heart attack an hour ago.”
My heart dropped.
Unlike Jason, I knew my father would never lie about something like that.
Without a word, I turned back around and walked toward him.
I would put my anger aside for now, for my grandmother.
But once she was healthy again, it was still going to be "fuck the rest of them."
The fact that the next day would be the anniversary of my godfather’s death didn’t escape me.