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- Author: Jamie Knight
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As usual, Kenny didnât pick up, so I turned off the phone and threw it back in my bag. I had been assigned a signature ring on his phone, so I knew he knew it was me. He was ignoring me more and more lately.
Unless he hadnât answered because he was with a client or something. Even then, though, in the past, he would have called me back when he could have.
Lately, it seemed that everyone I cared about was ignoring me, and I wasnât sure what to do about that. I returned my thoughts to my inner realm and had calmed down by the time I reached the elevator.
Realizing that Kenny hadnât picked up yet again was certainly sending my mind into a tailspin and making me forgetful. I was more than halfway to the park before I thought to look in my bag. Driven by an unknown force, I rummaged around and discovered that I hadnât brought my notebook.
I must have been distracted by Raquelâs rudeness in addition to Kenny ignoring me. No one in my life seemed to want to pay me much attention lately and I guess it was rubbing off in the form of me not being able to focus on anything else.
I couldnât write without my notebook, though, so I had to go back to the apartment, but I decided to stop for some caffeine first.
I had planned for a quick trip in and out, but the barista was clearly new and wasnât very quick about anything. I identified his accent immediately as Northern Irish, Jamie Dornan being a major crush. I had a thing for Irish men. Nothing turned me on faster than that soft, lilting accent.
Cute as the barista was, I got a bit frustrated because I was working on a really good story and was anxious to get back to it. I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out, actively trying to slow my heartbeat. Stress never helped anyone.
I focused on my story and where I was planning to go with it when I got the chance. I was trying to get it clear in my mind to help things go more quickly when I would actually be able to have a pen in my hand.
Finally, I got my latte along with a lilted apology that sounded so much like Jamie it almost made the wait worthwhile.
âThanks,â I said, and hurried to my car, hoping to dash in and out of the house so I could start my writing.
I was in no way expecting to hear what I did when I got home, though. I thought Raquel had brought a guy over for some afternoonâ or, at this point, still morningâ delight, and I tried to ignore the creak of mattress springs and grunts of assertion until I realized that those noises were coming from my room.
Raquel was actually fucking someone in my bed!
She had some nerve.
I was used to her bringing men home. She had been screwing regularly since her sophomore year, but usually, she did it in her room and tried to keep things quiet.
Why the hell was she doing it in my room, though?
Plucking up my courage, I went in to kick her and her latest loverâ she went through them so fast it was entirely impossible to keep track of themâ out of my bed.
But my brain was in no way prepared for what I saw when I opened the door. My once sweet little stepsister was naked and on all fours, biting her lip to keep from screaming. And my boyfriend, who was also naked, towered over her small frame.
He was railing her from behind, demolishing her like the world was ending.
They didnât even look up at me. Clearly, they were in too much of a trance to care who saw them. Choking back a cry, I hurried up to leave.
I ran outside as fast as I could and stopped when I got to the front lawn. The grass was soft, and the sun was warm, giving me a moment to catch my breath.
Suddenly it made sense why Raquel was being cold, and Kenny was being distant.
I couldnât help but wonder how long it had been going on.
Since she turned eighteen? Or even earlier?
I had noticed him looking at her as she started to mature but hadnât thought anything of it, assuming he wasnât a pervert and never thinking she would betray me like that.
I was still thinking about this when they both appeared.
âMaggie!â Kenny called.
âHow could you?â I demanded.
âIââ
âI wasnât talking to you!â I screamed at Kenny, then glared at Raquel, who was smiling in her victory.
âBecause heâs really fuckinâ good,â Raquel gloated.
It was then that I realized they had known I was there, but they hadnât cared. They had clearly been doing something so wrongâ having sex in my roomâ that they had wanted me to catch them.
Apparently, my stepsister had turned into even more of an evil bitch than Iâd thought.
âItâs over,â I said, as sternly as I could, glowering at Kenny.
Then I looked at Raquel and said, âAnd donât ever call me your âsisterâ again.â
They both just shrugged, and I told myself to be as done with this whole thing as I could be. They clearly didnât care about my feelings, so I shouldnât give any further thought to any of this.
I knew this would be easier said than done, but I was determined to try.
First things first, though: I had to find a new place to live ASAP.
Chapter Three â Maggie
Six Months Later
Traffic was hell, which was normal in L.A. on pretty
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