Caught in the act
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Quinn’s POV
George’s son was not what I thought he would be. He was tall and handsome in a dark way. He was one of those kinds of guys you’d see and know he was nothing but trouble; trouble you couldn’t resist. I think Taylor Swift sang a song about him specifically.
He took one look at me, scoffed, and turned away dismissing me completely. I couldn’t help but feel weird about it. I wasn’t used to being dismissed. At all.
“You must be Anthony.” My mom said with a warm charming smile.
She looked almost human but she wasn’t fooling me and something about the way he cloned her smile made it obvious she wasn’t fooling him either.
My mom had a file on every boy in my school. She would place a bug in their rooms if it was legal.
One time she caught me and Jackson making out and pulled a gun on him. Poor kid. He never spoke to me again. She has been making my life unbearable ever since I came into the world not knowing what I was walking into and now she had gotten a hound dog to do her bidding while she was away.
George’s son accepted her hug and I could swear I almost saw him cringe. Maybe he wasn’t all that bad after all.
“It’s a nice home you have here.” He said, strolling over to the fireplace. It was like he was trying to get away from us.
I plopped on the sofa while Mom and George went over to the bar.
George gave him most of the history about our dreary town trying to make it seem less dreary but failing to do so. He listened in silence with his face turned to the window. He had a lone wolf vibe that made his dark sensuality noticeable.
Just then I remembered Haley’s words. Oh f**k! She had predicted he’d be a hunk and he had turned out to be more than that.
I glanced at him casually. He was obviously over 6ft tall and his long dark hair and tattoos were as brilliant as his handsome grim face and his powerful hands.
What was I thinking?!
I suddenly turned away, self-conscious about what I was doing.
Pull yourself together Quin. No matter what he is or how irresistible he might or might not be, he’s your brother. Stepbrother.
George left the room after a while. I had no idea what I was doing there. I’d been told to come and meet my stepbrother which I’d done so why the f**k was I still there.
I got up to leave when my mom intercepted me.
“Anthony, dear.” My mom called, waving an almost empty glass. “Can I have a moment?”
He said, “Sure.”
He joined us and instinctively I knew exactly what she was about to do. f**k!
“As you know your father and I would be leaving in the morning for Paris. We want you here to keep an eye on Quinn. She is a bit of a rogue.” She said biting hard on the last word.
He looked like he had a bunch of questions to ask but he just listened to my mom in silence.
She emptied the glass and continued. “There’ll be a special bracelet on her. It’s kind of like a fancy ankle monitor thingy. She won’t be able to leave the house.”
Oh no! Not that f*****g thing again. I was about to protest and throw all sorts of tantrums and unleash hell’s fury but George’s son gave me a look. It was a ‘relax before you burn the world and me in it’ look. I hesitated long enough for my mom to continue.
“That’s where you come in. You make sure there are no parties. And no boys. She might hate me for it now but she’ll thank me for it one day.”
Thank you for cockblocking my teenage life into extinction? No way. In what universe is that even acceptable?
“I’m sure she will.” He said, smiling at her.
I stared at him mortified.
Mom thanked him for being an agent of her evil schemes and left the room obviously to dust her damned tracking bracelet.
“Wow.” He whistled when she was gone.
There was a look of amusement on his dark face. At least one of us was enjoying this, I thought grimly.
“What’s so funny?”
“Apart from the whole Rapunzel situation, you guys have here?” He asked raising his brows.
I was so furious. It wasn’t his life that was being affected. All he had to do was stick around for a week and move on when they get back to pursue as many p*****s as he wanted. With his good looks, there wouldn’t be much pursuing. He just had to say the word and voila! p***y on a platter.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” His voice nudged me out of my thoughts.
I had gotten lost in my thoughts just staring at him. I suddenly felt awkward.
“How?” I asked.
He shrugged. “More like you’re thinking of elaborate ways to murder me.”
I nodded.
“You read my mind.” I chuckled slightly. He had managed to change my mood without even trying. “You’re not what I thought you’d be.”
“An ugly geek who has so many social media apps on his phone he lives on them?”
“Not really.” I grinned. :Just the ugly part.”
He grinned too. “Sorry to disappoint you, sis. I’m ridiculously good-looking.”
We both laughed for a while.
“You’re not what I thought you’d be either.” He confessed. “When my dad called in a favor to babysit you, I instinctively thought you’d be a kid. Junior high tops.”
I scoffed. “Who said anything about babysitting me?”
“Your mom.” He said. “Some minutes ago if I recall correctly.”
He was starting to piss me off now. I frowned at him. I squared my shoulders and walked up to him.
“I don’t know if you understand why you’re here or not but you’d better stay out of my way while you’re at it.” I poked my finger at his chest until I was done speaking.
He better get the message now before it was too late. If he thought he could stop me from doing whatever the hell I wanted when they were gone then he had to rethink his life choices.
Before he could say a word, I turned fast and left him there dumbfounded.
Anthony’s POV
She poked at my chest with one slim finger as she said, “I don’t know if you understand why you’re here or not but you’d better stay out of my way while you’re at it.”
She had switched to a vicious side without warning. She definitely wasn’t what I’d thought she would be. A redhead with a temper. Her big brown eyes burned with anger as she growled at me.
Before I could say a single word, she turned around and left me there gaping.
This was going to be tricky. It was going to be difficult. I’d thought she was a kid. It would have been hell if I had to spend a week watching a kid but spending a week watching a fiery teenager who looked like she could get any guy she wanted would be double hell for me.
If I was smart, I’d give a lousy excuse and leave while I still can. They’d understand and probably be glad if I had to leave. It was the right thing to do. Yet I knew I wasn’t going to do it. I wanted to stay. I wanted to see what it was going to be like having the mansion all to myself; and my fiery little step-sister.
I moved toward the bar craving a glass of Bourbon. There were mostly bottles of wine and brandy; the good stuff from the looks of it. My heartbeat quickened when I found what I was looking for.
"Hey, beautiful," I whispered cupping the bottle of bourbon.
I found a glass beneath the counter and poured out a considerable shot. I gulped the drink hungrily and winced from the kick of it as it ran through my system.
"One more for the road?" I whispered, pouring out another shot.
I emptied the glass in my mouth and cursed teary-eyed.
"I know where to find you," I said lovingly as I dropped the bottle carefully into its corner.
Damn right, I was going to enjoy staying in this house. My problem was with the town. It looked like it needed to die but just wouldn't agree to be put out of its misery. Those types of towns.
Even though it had gotten dark, there was still time to see the town a little, I decided after checking my watch.
I borrowed the key to the Ford from my dad and regretted it when I got to the garage. There was another there that hadn't been there before. It wasn't covered with a tarp. It was a Corvette. Simple, elegant, and crazy expensive.
Fuck! f**k… I was stuck with the Ford after all. I got in and even though I was a bit rusty, I managed to get it out of the garage in one piece. Let's hope I can get it back the same way.
According to my dad, the nearest fast food joint was just around the corner. It was actually around several corners and near-fatal detours but I eventually found it with a big neon sign showing me the way. Big Macs.
The "i" in Big and "c" in Mac flickered synchronously. I pulled up into their lot and got out feeling the cold night. The bourbon shielded me.
Inside was bigger than I'd expected it to be. It was mostly empty apart from a thick-set man with a magazine by the corner and an older woman getting take-outs.
I settled myself into one of their yellow seats and waited for a brunette wearing an orange uniform to approach me with a smile.
"What can I get you?"
I could tell instinctively she was having a shitty day or she was in a shitty mood. There was something shitty there.
"Bad day, huh?" I asked as I looked through the menu.
She wasn't expecting that and I could tell by the way she raised her brow at me. She looked me over and said, "Asshole boss."
"I haven't seen you around here before."
I grinned. "It's one of those towns, right?"
"Yup." She smiled.
"Well, I'm visiting for a week," I said with a shrug.
She had a pleasant face and I noticed it when she smiled at me. A sincere smile.
"I'm Anthony," I smirked at her pulling at my irresistible charms to do the job for me.
She fluttered but looked over her shoulder and sighed. "And I'm fired if I don't get your order sooner."
I chuckled.
"Order for me, stranger." I winked at her. She was about to leave. "Wait. Pack it up to go."
It would be painfully boring to eat in an empty restaurant.
The girl looked over the counter at me and I couldn't tell what she was thinking but I was sure I'd made an impression on her. I could tell by the way her eyes glowed. I could always tell.
She returned after a while with a bag and handed it over to me.
"I hope you're not allergic to chicken, coconut, or anything made with garlic. If you aren't then you'd definitely enjoy what's in there." She said nervously.
I nodded. "I trust you, stranger."
I got up to leave.
"One more thing." She said nervously, then handed me a piece of paper and retreated.
When I got back to the car, I unfolded the paper. It was her number. She also wrote a reminder to make sure I called her and added that her name was Nancy and not a stranger.
I liked her sense of humor. A brunette with a sense of humor. I was going to like the town after all.
I got back to the house and had to navigate back to my room in the dark. It was difficult, almost impossible but I finally did it.
I twisted the door knob and walked into the room closing the door behind me.
"Oh yeah. f**k! Yes." a voice moaned loudly from my bed.
It was my step-sister. She laid on my bed almost naked with her fingers in her p***y.
Her eyes focused on me and her face registered shock just the same as mine. The shock vanished and was replaced with anger as she yelled, "What the f**k are you doing here?"
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