Page 183 of Filthy Beautiful
I waited, until well past midnight, getting more and more bent out of shape about it the longer she stayed out.
I even texted Larissa, once.She better not be alone with him right now.
She didn’t reply.
And that’s when I decided. This shit had gone on long enough.
When Courteney got back from her little date or whatever the fuck it was, I was gonna spread her open and fuck her front to back and make her beg for it, make her come gushing all over me.
Make her forget little Stephan and whatever he’d said to her, whatever he’d done.
Remind her that he was just a boy.
And I was the man to give her what she wanted.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Courteney
“You need to stop moping,” Shayla complained from the other side of the hot tub. “You’re bumming me out.”
“I know…” I groaned and sipped my water.
I felt gross, still kinda drunk, kinda hungover… I’d been drinking since ten in the morning, but stopped sometime after dinner… ish. It was after midnight now and I wasn’t okay to drive, for sure, but at least I was more coherent.
I hardly remembered most of the afternoon, though I did remember Xander lying there on a lounge chair with his shirt off and his feet up, watching me—while I flirted with Stephan like a jerk.
Stephan, who’d asked me on a date after dinner. Who now thought I liked him, probably, because I was all sloppy-drunk all over him.
I’d politely turned him down and decided to stop drinking, and the Lil Brat Society had parted ways with the boys. We still had our swimsuits on under our clothes, so Shayla decided we should crash her brother’s hot tub.
Johnny was out of town, so we were now piled into the hot tub on his back deck, enjoying his sound system and the snacks we’d pillaged from his pantry.
“Are you ever gonna tell us what happened?” Larissa asked me as she nibbled on a dried apricot. Unfortunately, Johnny was kind of a health nut and didn’t have much food suitable for the munchies, but we’d managed to find some popcorn and dried fruit.
“Yeah,” Shay added, “like, why did Xander sit there all day like a grouchy, sexy bodyguard while you drank your face off?”
I groaned again.
“He was pretty upset that you were leaving with Stephan,” Larissa added gently.
Yeah. She’d told me what Xander said to her. And also that he’d texted her half an hour ago.
She better not be alone with him right now.
Ugh.
I felt bad making him think I was out with some other guy. When I was drunk, it seemed like a great idea. Now I just wanted the world to stop spinning and this night to be over.
I couldn’t go home right now, though, and risk facing his grouchy, sexy wrath. I didn’t have the wherewithal to deal with that right now.
Maybe I never did.
“I slept with him,” I blurted.
There didn’t seem any point keeping it to myself anymore. I would’ve told my girlfriends sooner, if telling them didn’t also mean I’d probably have to explain why we weren’tcurrentlydoing it like horny, happy bunnies—because he’d brushed me off afterward.
My girls all went silent.
