Grabbing the handles to her double doors, I open them wide with gusto and stalk inside the whore’s den.
“Sister,” I greet her, ironically.
Our families have known each other since before we were infants, and elitists only crossbreed, so it made sense that my father would marry her mother. Caroline became a McCallister three years ago, and as expected, all she wanted to do was fuck me to punish our parents for their union. I wasn’t flattered. I’ve never had any interest in sticking my dick where half the population of the Upper East Side has visited.
Now, however, despite my dislike for her, she’s become more of a real “pain in the ass” stepsister, albeit one with smudged boundaries.
“Grey,” she answers, moaning into Kai’s mouth.
Her head lolls back luxuriously as he pulls from her lips, dragging one between his teeth and moving to kiss down her exposed neck. My eyes catch movement, and I see what I assume is a person’s head moving between her legs under the covers.
My eyebrows rise in irritation only to be met by her arrogant reception.
I tug at my tie until it’s loose enough to pull off. “Your fucking planner is searching for you.” Shoving the silk noose into my pocket, I unbutton the top of my dress shirt, tilting my head to make room to do so. “I don’t want to be bothered by them, Caroline. And who the fuck plans a party two months in advance?”
She rolls her eyes at me, or maybe they flutter back from the situation she’s enjoying. Either way, my frustration grows. I clear my throat heavily—a clear indication for her to cut this shit out and give me an answer.
“Civilized people do,” she counters.
Kai stops pulling the strap of her camisole down, nodding his head in understanding. Even the pussy stowaway pops his head up outside the covers, revealing himself, causing Caroline’s eyes to shoot to his angrily, since the part he’s playing has stopped.
“You aren’t finished,” she crows, her voice shrill as her hand grips his head, shoving it back down where it came from.
Her hissy fit makes me chuckle. But I narrow my eyes when she moans again. “Handle your shit. Or you won’t like it when I cancel everything.”
I turn on my heel, leaving her ridiculous debauchery, reaching out for the door just as recognition strikes.
“Jesus Christ, Caroline,” I snap, spinning around. “Can you stop fucking the help? These people are becoming difficult to replace.”
The fucking nerve of her—she actually tries to seem sheepish, but it’s fake. Kai laughs out huskily, then gives her a tsk-tsk, before grabbing his shirt and pulling it on over his head. At least someone knows when to stop fucking around.
Breath leaves me profoundly as I narrow my eyes at her. She’s more of a burden than I would like to be stuck with.
“Seems someone enjoys trolling the gutters. Come on, out with you,” I call.
Caroline shrugs apologetically and slaps the head of one of our landscapers, causing him to jerk and peek out. He looks at her nervously and back to my indifferent face. She smiles at me sweetly, but I give nothing back. She knows I’m over her antics.
Caroline locks eyes with the guy and brings her foot to his shoulder, pushing back slowly until he’s sitting up, taking the blanket with him and exposing her bare center.
“Kai,” I level, motioning with my eyes to her nude body.
“Do cover up, darling,” he instructs teasingly, tugging the blanket between her legs to cover what’s showing.
Her voice is a purr as she ignores us and bites out, “Get out. Grey’s just fired you. And because you suck at head, you won’t be paid for today.”
I think she’s more turned on by being cruel than by the sexual act itself. Her words are punctuated with a hard shove of her foot that was still resting on his chest. His body lands on the floor with a thud, but he stands quickly, reaching for his shirt. Thankfully, he’s wearing pants. I’m done seeing shit that will haunt me. Caroline’s pussy is enough for one day.
“Chop, chop. Out you go!” Caroline calls out, laughing, resting her arms above her head.
The fucking idiot hops around, putting his shoes on, muttering apologies to me. But I jerk my head toward the door, a not so subtle hint at what he needs to do. He walks quickly, keeping his distance as he leaves, with his shirt and pride in his hands.
The moment the bedroom doors close, I turn my focus back to my twisted sister. Her little games are ridiculous.
“Seriously, Caroline? That piece of shit must have been in his thirties. Do you have to be such a whore?”
She isn’t going to listen. She always does as she pleases.
“Hashtag me too, Grey.”
“That’s not what the movement’s about, Caroline. But you’d know that if you weren’t busy sexually harassing our landscaping staff,” I respond dryly, turning and walking out the door. “It’s good to see you, Kai,” I call out over my shoulder as I exit.
“You too, Grey.”
His answer bounces off the doors I’ve closed behind me. My grip’s still on the knobs as I take a deep breath. I push off roughly and run my hands lazily through my tousled hair.
She’s only my problem for one more year. Then she can become Dartmouth’s issue.
Stalking down the hall, I turn the corner to my section of the second floor. Besides my bedroom suite, I have a library that’s adjacent. Caroline claims the first section of this wing, and I have the back portion. I prefer it that way.
I need silence. It’s the only time I can be still, no expectations to live up to. No emptiness to pretend I don’t feel.
My phone makes a thud on my desk as I toss it down and remove my cufflinks, dropping them next to the phone, before reaching for the book I left open last night. The screen on my cell lights up with another message, and I swipe to see it as I finger through the pages to find where I left off.
Liam: Dick. I wasn’t finished.
Shaking my head, I dial my best friend. Hitting Speaker before shrugging off my suit jacket, I fold it over the arm of the deep black velvet chair and relax down into it. My fingers instinctually skim across my slate desk to find the antique silver cigarette case that lives there.
“Oh man,” Liam answers. “Heard you lost another gardener.”
I huff out a half laugh, turning the case around and around.
“Word travels fast. Caroline’s pussy strikes again.”
“Dude. Kai texted. She’s a handful. You need my help?”
Outside of me, Liam is the only person who seems to be able to reason with Caroline.
“No. If she doesn’t start listening, I’ll cut her allowance when I take over.”
“Ouch.”
We both laugh, but the sound of wood clanging in the background grabs my attention.
“You rowing out this morning?”
“Yeah. I could use the peace.”
When Liam needs quiet, it’s because his father’s demands have fucked him up so severely that he can’t hear his thoughts anymore. I know the feeling, but he’s been needing reprieve more and more lately, so I throw out a bone I hope he’ll catch.
“Do what you gotta do. We need to be at our best this year. I want to hand Red Oak their asses. Again. Four-year sweep.”
“Hell yeah. Fucking dicks. Paul is such a tool. That guy just fucking bugs me.”