33. Darian
DARIAN
I thought I was having the best dream in the world.
I was lying on my back with this honey perched on my cock. My hands were on her hips, then running down her tight little thighs.
It was heaven.
My morning erection was nestled into her pussy, and I was trying to figure out why I wasn’t inside her. Why she wasn’t riding me.
I even thrust my hips up, grinding my length against her, but all I got was a “Settle down. That is never happening.”
What?
What did that mean?
Of course it was happening.
It was meant to be!
My foggy, pounding brain was struggling to compute this, and it wasn’t until the weight on top of me shifted that I finally started to wake up.
And that’s when my sluggish, swollen brain, which hurt like a motherfucker, finally made sense of everything.
My eyes creeped open, and the girl I wanted most was sitting on me, gazing down at me with that cute smirk of hers.
Yes! She changed her mind.
Thank fuck for that.
“Hey.” My morning voice was a husky mess, but that was sexy, right? Girls loved that kind of shit. I was just opening my mouth to say something cool when I spotted the razor in her hand.
Why is she shaving?
Wait. What is she shaving?
That cute smirk was starting to look wicked, and when she waggled that fucking razor in her hand, the air in my lungs evaporated. I reached for my face, running a finger over my nonexistent right eyebrow, and let out a roar.
“What the fuck, woman!” Plucking her off me, I put her on the ground, not caring when she stumbles back and lands on Sawyer’s empty bed.
Where is he?
Did he put her up to this?
I’m gonna kill him!
“You okay?” Sawyer calls from downstairs, and then I hear footsteps running toward the room.
“What’s going on?” Ben appears, half-dressed and pale. He takes in the scene and doesn’t notice at first, frowning when he spots the razor in Nix’s hand, then whipping his head to look at me.
I point at my missing eyebrow, and he blinks. “Oh.”
That’s it?
That’s all he’s got to say?
I’m raging as I throw off the covers, my morning erection having scuttled into hiding the second I realized what she’d done.
That psycho bitch!
“Why would you do this?” I shout at her.
She’s so short beside my towering body, but she doesn’t seem intimidated. She just waggles that razor again and smirks. “It’s called payback, asshole. You humiliate me, I humiliate you.”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”
“Oh, so your drunk ass can’t remember?” Her eyes spark dangerously.
I frown, shaking my head, then wincing as I try to recall what I did to cause her to act so damn insane.
“You told everyone I had a monobrow and tried to pluck it with tweezers last night!” Nix suddenly starts yelling, her eyes bright with indignation as she shoves the razor toward me.
I snatch her wrist, flicking her arm away before she can do any more damage.
“This is the least of what you deserve. And I would have shaved both if you hadn’t woken up! ”
This is un-fucking-believable!
My eyebrow!
My beautiful eyebrow!
I’m gonna look like a fucking idiot until it grows back… and even then! Will it grow back the same?
Fuck!
I run my finger over the brutally smooth skin, and rage fires through me all over again.
“You… bitch!” The word pops out before I can stop it, and Ben bulges his eyes at me while Nix starts laughing.
She’s fucking laughing at me!
Moving past her, I shove Ben out of the way and head for the bathroom as people start to crowd at the top of the stairs.
“Are you okay, man?” Sawyer calls between their heads.
I growl at him before dipping my chin and slamming into the bathroom.
“Okay, guys. Let’s give him some space.” Ben’s directing people downstairs while I gaze at my reflection in the mirror and swear up a storm.
I can’t believe she did this to me.
So maybe I acted like a complete idiot last night—I honestly can’t remember—but I didn’t deserve this.
Running a finger over my skin with a helpless frown, I want to punch the glass, crack my reflection so I don’t have to look at this ridiculousness.
She shaved off my fucking eyebrow!
I thought we had something going. A spark. A connection. I was so attracted to her I could hardly stand it.
But not anymore!
Fuck, it hurts.
No, it burns… like the worst kind of flame.
I don’t want to feel any kind of hurt. I want to be enraged, indignant.
She fucking went too far!
“What’s going on?” Charli’s voice reaches me behind the wood, and I yell at her before anyone else can explain.
“Charli! Get in here!”