You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 37

Easton

I don’t remember driving to Julia’s house. I mean, clearly I was parked in front staring at the large two-story brick house deep in the suburbs, but I was still thinking about Harper.

About her taste.

About the way she threw me out of her fucking house like I was yesterday’s trash when I was completely innocent-well okay, so not completely innocent but

Aisha had been all up in my business for the last few months, and I’m a guy, so I took her up on it a few times, but now I have a different taste on my tongue.

Too bad she hates me.

With a groan, I kill the engine to my Jeep and distractedly snatch my phone in my hand. It feels like betrayal, even though I know I didn’t do anything wrong.

I let it slide.

Shake it off and get out of the SUV. Is Harper pissed? Yes. But I am too because she’s constantly jumping to conclusions, constantly waiting for me to do the shitty thing.

Do you blame her? A voice says in my head.

“All I do is fuck.” My own stupid ass brain reminds me.

I groan and make my way to the door, but before I can even knock, Aisha is opening it. “You made it.”

Her grin is way too wide and excited like I’m here delivering candy and free weed when really I just want to get in, get my fucking paper written, and leave.

I’m already suspicious of her because, let’s face it-it’s her, so I shove past her and mutter a “whatever” and make my way into the sizable stark home.

It’s one of those houses that tells you exactly what type of people live there without even confessing all the secrets.

Perfect family photos line the white walls.

Expensive candles are littered around the living room-with its fur rugs and high end furniture. Anyone would expect Julia to have the perfect life.

Instead, she flew solo most of the time and used that time to dive into her studies and, in her words, not mine. “Make my parents pay when I have a company bigger than Amazon and give them nothing.”

A bit vindictive? Yes, but I don’t really care.

I just need the paper written so I can get the fuck out of here and go home, then potentially try to figure out where it all went wrong with Harper.

My brain chooses that moment to show me all the moments we had together, her thighs, her mouth, her taste.

“Hey,” Aisha snaps her fingers in front of my face. “You here or what?”

I literally have no idea how I even made it into the kitchen.

With a shrug, I sigh and fall onto one of the metal bar stools. Julia is on her phone texting. Her blonde hair is in a high ponytail that keeps whipping around every time she turns her head.

The doorbell rings.

more to

and leaves

I drum my fingers against the white marble countertop. “So,

money do you have?” She grins at her screen then looks up. “Chill, I’m kidding, we can get it done in an hour or so..” She licks her full

Seriously?

ago, I would have said, I’m

want

her smell is wrong, just like her mouth,

Everything is fucking wrong.

“I have a thing with Ryan at my parents, so

“I can be fast.”

clarify, clenching my teeth. Ryan’s voice fills the room as he and Aisha argue, and honestly, I

bark. “Go to the Jeep and grab my bag

Julia smirks. “Someone needs a

my keys, “Just grab my

Aisha going through your shit is a good

your panties behind like last time.

visibly deflates. “Fineeeee, be right

a lie, and you know it,”

clicking against the marble as I hear the door open and then slam closed. I can’t even be pissed. “Yo, Julia,” I snap my fingers in front

is ticking–let’s get this

sorry.” She puts her phone down, not looking the least bit sorry. “All right, we still have terms of

a growl, I reach for her neck, pull her close and kiss her cheek. My body doesn’t feel

against the

in surrender. “At least I

rolls her eyes. “Fine, let me grab my laptop. I need to read over some of your notes so it

Ryan ignores her.

| elbow him.

the hell is taking Aisha so

her black leather skirt like she just

something in there?” |

shrugs. “You mean other than

“Jealous?” | tease.

and drops

Without realizing it, Aisha had taken a picture of all of us “studying” and posted it to her stories, so now Ryan’s

me the

now,

isn’t she fighting with me at the

Whatever.

five minutes.” Julia yawns, typing on her MacBook

| grab my shit.

too.” Ryan follows

pouts out. “I

“Ryan’s sick.” | lie.