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“No.” He says clipped. “You should really lock your window from now on. Anyone could just come in at any point.”

My skin starts to heat from the anger coursing through me. “Listen, I don’t know what the fuck is going on right now. All I know is I’ve had a fucking shit day and this has been the cherry on top. What you’re going to do is get your nasty ass fucking shoes off of my goddamned bed and clean this mess up while I go smoke and eat. I’m fucking hangry and can’t think straight.” I go to turn out around then quickly turn back to face him with that stupid smirk on his face still. “And you’re going to go buy me a new fucking comforter because that shit isn’t going to come out.” I give him my best fake-sweet smile, before plugging my phone into the charger then head towards the kitchen.

Normally I would probably be scared shitless right now, but I’m more mad about the fact that everything is ruined. If he wanted to talk to me, why couldn’t he have come and knocked on my door like a normal person instead of acting like a fucking weirdo and hiding in my room?

Footsteps sound behind me and I don’t even turn to look at him. “I hope the only reason you came in here was to ask me where the cleaning supplies are. Unless you’ve already snooped through my shit like a creep and know where they are.” I say with a bite to my tone.

A hand wraps around my wrist and he spins me against his chest, holding me in place, “Are you done?” He tilts his head.

“Probably not. It’s best you just don’t talk to me until I’ve eaten something.” A tear starts to slide down my cheek. Why am I fucking crying right now?

He reaches up with his other hand and brushes the tears away with his thumb. “Sit down on the couch. I’ll get you another plate of food and glass of wine, then clean up the mess.”

I go to tell him no I can get my own food but he puts a finger over my lips. “Go. Sit.”

At a loss for words I obey, pulling my blanket over my lap. I watch as he makes my plate, heats the food up and pours me a heaping glass of wine. I’ve never had anyone other than my mother and MawMaw make my plate. I’ve never even had a real boyfriend.

He walks over and I notice he has taken his shoes off and is in black socks. I smile to myself.

He hands me the glass of wine and I take the plate from him, setting it in my lap. “Thank you.” I say.

He nods, “You’re welcome. Eat.” He points to my plate, “Where do you keep your stash?”

“Stash?” I say as I take a bite of food.

"You said you wanted to smoke.”

“Oh! In a black box in the top drawer of my dresser.” I say and he walks to go get it.

A few minutes later he comes back with the box. He opens it and instead of grabbing the joint he picks up the little baggie with Lainey’s anxiety meds in it. He turns towards me and lifts a brow.

My face heats, “Oh uh, Lainey gave me those. Just for when I’m having a panic attack.”

He nods in understanding then places back in the box, finally grabbing the joint and my lighter and puts it between his lips, inhaling as the flame hits the end.

Just when I think he’s going to hand it to me he pauses instead. “Open your mouth.”

“Uh, why? I have stinky Thai food breath.” I shake my head and take a sip of my wine.

"Open.” He says and I roll my eyes, pursing my lips shut and shaking my head.

Sticking the joint back in his mouth, he grabs the glass out of my hand and the plate off of my lap, putting it on the coffee table.

“Hey I was-” He cuts me off by grabbing my face forcing my mouth open.

CHAPTER 8

REED

Lexie can be a mouthy little thing when she wants to be.

Granted, I probably deserve it after making her spill her food and wine all over the bedroom, but her being mouthy makes my dick hard. I’m having a hard time controlling myself right now.

I hold her cheeks with one hand, holding her mouth open and with the other I take another hit. Pulling my face down to hers, I blow in her mouth then let her close it. “Inhale.” I demand and watch as her chest rises. “Good girl.” I say and her cheeks flush as she exhales through her nose before I put the joint to her lips. She takes two hits then I walk over to snub the joint out on the brick outside the window by the couch, before closing and locking it.

Lexie sits there not saying a word just following me with her gaze as I put everything up.

“Where is the broom and mop, and do you have some old towels?” She quickly tells me where everything is and I get to work.