Chance
“I know you're pis.sed at me right now, and you have every right to be,” My sister has dragged me into the kitchen and closed the door behind her.
I lost control in her bathroom. I have never lost control like that before. But the sound of Paris's beautiful voice begging me to fu.ck her... Christ, how could I not?
“I'm not bothered that you fuc.ked her, Chance. I don't even care that you fuc.ked her in my bathroom. But I do care that the kids heard.”
“I'm sorry,” I offer.
What else is there for me to say?
“You must really like her.” Her voice is softer. My big sister might be angry with me for what I did, which is totally understandable, but she still seems happy. “I saw the way you looked at Paris out there. I've never seen you look at anybody that way before.”
“I didn't loo
