Page 52 of Flock
“Cecelia, you’re letting shit that doesn’t need to happen, happen.”
“And you’re standing by and watching it, like, what the fuck, Sean?”
He grips my face, leans down, and kisses me. I break the kiss, pushing at him, and he chuckles.
“I want to leave. Tell Tyler to move his car.”
His eyes deaden. “Tell him yourself.”
“Fine!” I stomp through the front door and find Tyler and Dominic on the PlayStation in the living room.
Typical.
“Tyler, can you move your car?”
Tyler eyes Dominic. “After this game.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Chill, babe.”
Sean’s behind me now. I feel his warmth at my back as I stand there, hovering over the two of them huddled on the couch, helpless to my situation. I glance over my shoulder at Sean, who watches me intently as my anger builds and builds. Less than an hour ago, my day was perfect. Sean and I were fine, more than fine, and then Dominic took a Mack truck to all of it. The day, my carefully planned dinner and dessert.
Dessert.
Boiling over, I move to the kitchen and gather the carrot cake I had frosted earlier, Sean’s favorite, and walk back to where Dominic sits and smash it into the back of his head. He shoots up from the couch as I gather more ruined cake in my hand and slap it into the side of Sean’s smiling face.
“Didn’t want to leave you without serving dessert. You all can fuck right off.”
Dominic tosses his remote down, his vengeance-filled eyes attempting to pin me as I drop the pan, snatch Tyler’s keys from the coffee table and make a break for the front door.
Sean and Tyler’s laughter echoes through the open door as I climb into Tyler’s truck, start it, and peel ass out of the driveway, leaving it running in the middle of the street. I run toward my car, where Sean stands waiting, shoving a fingerful of icing into his mouth.
“It’s good shit, baby.”
I’m just about to lay into him when he hauls me over his shoulder. Suspended, I beat on his ass with my fists.
“Let me down, right now.”
“Hell no, we aren’t wasting this,” he walks me back into the house where Dominic hovers over the kitchen sink, peeling his shirt off. His arctic eyes challenge mine as Sean takes the stairs one by one in what seems like a deliberately slow ascent. Choice fingers lifted; I flash Dominic a spiteful smile until he disappears from sight.
Sean closes his bedroom door and sets me on my feet, spinning my back into the door and pressing into me. He looks infuriatingly gorgeous with his half-decorated face as he moves in and I turn my head to dodge his kiss.
“Even better,” he smears the frosting onto my face and chuckles darkly for a second before I hear the rip of a condom wrapper.
Chapter Eighteen
Time out.
I’m calling it.
If a man seems too good to be true, he usually is a liar.
That’s the stance I took that night I left Sean sleeping in his bed.
I’ve spent four weeks trying to piece together the dazzling puzzle of Alfred Sean Roberts, and I’m no closer to figuring out what his true intentions with me are. He’s not harmless, that much I do know. I don’t know if Sean’s a good guy or a bad guy.
Maybe he’s both.
