5. Felix #2
“Felix is going to end up in serious trouble one day and I hate to think of it.” Clara’s voice travels through the wall again.
“Josh, you know I care about Felix like he’s my own child.
Hard consequences need to be put in place for him.
He needs more structure and support in his home life.
Please, let me take him off your hands for the rest of the school year. Let me be a mother to him.”
“Absolutely not,” Thomas juts in. “When were you planning on discussing this with me?”
The two of them continue arguing, but I get sidetracked by Harper’s laugh as she enters the front door.
The sound travels straight to my dick. Her voice is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
High-pitched. Feminine. A little airy. There’s no chance of me focusing on anything that’s spoken within Thomas’s office now.
Leaving my seat by the office door, I follow the sound of Harper’s voice, careful not to announce myself. It gives me great pleasure to see her flustered around me. But I also enjoy the sight of Harper when she’s unaware of my presence.
I glance around the corner, finding her curled up on the living room couch with Cindy, her best friend from ballet. Harper is still wearing her ballet gear. The sight of her looking all dainty and feminine like a doll makes me want to fuck her bad. She’s so goddamn pretty. Always has been.
Her red hair is vibrant and mesmerizing.
All her movements are graceful. There are so many little things about her I adore, like how she sings the “Sleeping Beauty Waltz” to herself when she thinks no one is around.
She treats herself to one macaron every day and it’s always pink.
The Winslow penthouse is modern and chic, but Harper’s bedroom is filled with ruffles and bows and tufted furniture, like she’s trying to live inside a fairytale from one of her ballets.
Her bedroom smells like rosin. It’s my favorite scent because it reminds me of her.
Sometimes, when I haven’t seen Harper in a while, I’ll sit at the coffee shop outside her school and watch her dance through the window. She’s her happiest when dancing. I could watch her forever.
I’m addicted to everything about Harper, except her pretentious attitude.
“Did your first time hurt?” she asks Cindy, keeping her voice down. Her cheeks turn red. I bite my bottom lip, smirking. My girl is asking about sex?
“Yeah. But he also felt good.” Cindy smiles from ear to ear, loving that she’s one-upped Harper by losing her virginity first.
Harper is the kind of girl who thinks kindly of everyone—except where I’m concerned.
But it’s always been clear to me that Cindy is jealous of her.
Harper is the better dancer. She’s the sweetheart of their dance school and always lands the best roles.
She’s prettier and stands out among a crowd, whereas Cindy looks like every other blond.
“And did he make you… orgasm?” Harper’s cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red, which makes me laugh to myself.
I know she’s a virgin because every time I ask Tyler if he’s fucked her, he tells me she’s still saving herself for marriage. That, and I read it in her diary a couple of months back when I snuck into her bedroom to steal a pair of her panties.
She dedicated an entire section of her diary to complaining about me. It amuses me how much this girl hates me, and how fucking obsessed I am with her.
There were also countless pages of how perfect Tyler is and that she hopes he’s the man she marries one day.
If only she knew the shit my brother got up to this summer without her, I’m sure her opinion of him would change.
“Yes. He gave me an orgasm,” Cindy says. “It was incredible. Way better than any orgasm I’ve given myself. You sure you want to wait for marriage? I’ve seen the way Tyler looks at you. He definitely wants to get you naked.”
Harper starts fidgeting with her hair, coiling it around her finger. “Um… Let’s not talk about him like that.”
“I’m just playing around. Have you seriously never thought about having sex with Tyler?”
“I’m not answering that question.”
“So, that’s a yes.”
Harper laughs nervously. “It’s a no answer.”
“You’ve totally thought about riding his dick. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Stop.”
“Have you ever touched yourself over him?”
Harper covers her face with both hands. “Cindy, seriously. Gross. I don’t do… that. ”
“Oh, come on. Everyone does that .”
“Well, I don’t. It’s disgusting.”
“Gosh, you’re a bore. Have you at least kissed Tyler?”
“No. We’re… friends.”
Friends, my ass. Harper is such a fucking dick tease with Tyler, always prancing around in her cute little ballet outfits, flaunting herself in front of him but never letting him have her.
Whenever Harper’s parents aren’t around, the two of them are constantly touching.
They’re always holding hands with their matching scars.
He listens to all her problems and helps her solve them.
She’s even taught him how to braid her hair.
Sounds like a boyfriend to me but without the fucking.
I don’t know how he puts up with her shit.
“Let me get this straight,” Cindy says. “You’ve still never kissed anyone?”
“You already know the answer is no. I would have told you.”
Cindy laughs. “You sweet, innocent girl. I’m begging you to kiss Tyler. You have no idea what you’re missing.”
At this, I can’t hold back any longer, and step out from behind the corner, announcing myself.
“Don’t be fooled. Miss Perfect isn’t as innocent as she pretends to be.
I caught her watching me having sex, isn’t that right, Red?
She didn’t quickly run off. I think she liked watching. I think she wants to be fucked.”
Harper glares at me, yet there’s a hint of panic within her. She’s probably spent the whole week stressing about the girl she injured and that I’ll share details with her parents.
“I didn’t like it,” she shoots at me. “What you and that girl did was disgusting. You’re disgusting. The only reason I stayed was because I was frozen in place, shocked over how you could do something so disrespectful on your father’s desk.”
“Say what you like. I still maintain you liked it. I’m sure Tyler would love to fuck you. Why don’t you experiment with him? ”
Harper stands abruptly, losing her cool and shouting at me. “Stop talking! Pretend I don’t exist, like you always do.”
“I love how worked up you get over me, Red. I’ll file this image away for later when I jerk off. Or perhaps I’ll think about you on your knees in front of me, choking on my dick. That fantasy always makes me come hard.”
Her eyes flare open, furious. Without another word, she storms off for her bedroom. I check out Harper’s ass as she leaves. She hates me so much and I love it. This girl has me in a chokehold.
Right as Cindy scurries off, the office door opens and my father walks out, joining me in the living room.
“I’ve had enough, Felix.” He’s texting on his phone, not bothering to look at me.
“I’ll get you back into school but this is your last chance.
You slip up one more time, I’m not covering for you again.
You’re an adult. The police can deal with you with adult consequences. I am beyond disappointed in you.”
“You barely sound it.” I retrieve the poker chip from my pocket, effortlessly weaving it through my fingers as they hang by my side. “Besides, I stopped caring what you think of me a long time ago.”
Finally, he looks up from his phone. “How about this. I’ve delayed your trust fund once before.
I know you’re only sticking around because you want the money when you turn twenty-one.
But as of this second, you’re completely cut off.
There will be no trust fund waiting for you unless I decide you’ve made drastic improvements to your behavior.
I’ve clearly failed as your father, which is why Clara, Thomas, and I have decided you’ll be living with them for the rest of your senior year.
I’ll have Tyler pack a bag of clothes for you and bring it here. ”
My father is full of shit and I’m calling his bluff. He always makes empty threats. There’s no way Thomas would have agreed to this arrangement.
“He’s right,” Thomas says, joining us in the living room with Clara, looking royally pissed off. “This is your home for the next year. You will treat my family with respect and you will follow our rules. Otherwise, the police will deal with you.”
My muscles stiffen. My fingers falter and my poker chip drops to the ground. Dad is serious this time.
Fuck .