Chapter 3: Rhett

I couldn't say I didn't expect this. Jesus, it was why I’d always tried to keep my distance from her. I’d known she would trip me up. Though, as much as I wished I could blame my fuck-up on the fact trouble followed Elowyn wherever she went, I knew that had nothing to do with it. When she was close, all I could focus on was that she smelled like temptation.

Did I know her before claiming her lips five months ago? 

For fucksake yes I did. Instead of making her as bait for her mother to stop drooling on my father's money she became my hardest temptation.

"How is she?" Derek asked as he sipped on his glass of whiskey. 

We are at the wedding anniversary party of one of our friends, Lucas. That prick is been cheating on his wife for about a year and the fucker even had two girlfriends while he's with his wife. 

"Pain in my ass." I answered clenching my jaw. 

She is my biggest problem. I wish I could torture my dick for thinking of her every night. 

Flashing images through my mind of her naked on my bed, ass up, head-down, as she clutched the sheets and begged me for more. 

For fucking sake she's a temptation inside my house. I'm supposed to hate her. Hate her through my bones. 

She's the daughter of my father's new wife. How could he even swallow the fact that he secretly married that bitch while mom is sick in the hospital. I could fucking kill my father for that. 

But I know I had to wait.

"Can't screw her?" He asked while playing coyly. I glared at him so he could think what he had said again. 

"You know I should be torturing her." Yeah Rhett, torturing her in bed. 

I drank off the idea.

I need to get out of the house. But for I know my step mom would be taking care of the house instead of me while my father is away.

Fuck it. If I stayed for more than four weeks in the house I wouldn't control myself for sure.

I need to find a way for Elowyn to hate me more than she does to this day.

"Well you know what you can hitch on my house dude. And we can kidnap the girl while her mom's away." 

"Kidnap her then what?"

"Sell her." 

The fucking bastard don't fucking know that Elowyn Reynolds is mine. And she will stay that way.

"Good idea." 

I'm not letting Derek know what her effect on me is. I'd rather be silent than let my friend sabotage my plan. 

I drank all the contents from my glass then bid my goodbye to the couple.

I endured the thirty minute ride into my condominium. 

When I arrived at the place I quickly got an itch to find the documents about the Reynolds family. 

I heard three knocks in the front door and the irritation flowed in my head. 

"If you're fucked up mind would be less annoying and insensitive, I wouldn't mind turning the heads up of making your pretty face bloody right now." 

Just the sight of him pissed me off. Let him add his birdy voice, it's hell.

I pulled the door open for Damon to let him enter.

He walked in sizing up my new condominium away from the mansion where my temptation walks freely.

"You know what?" Damon lifted his shoulder and turned to me. "You're fucking a nut hole." 

His fist collided with my jaw.

I felt the sting vibrate throughout my skull and finally cleared my head of a certain dark haired woman with her sexy smile and irritated face. 

"What's your problem?" 

"My problem is that you're fucking hitting my woman." The venom in his voice only made me smirk. Is Jenny that hard to tame? If I'm with her I'd never worry for her to beg me to fuck her from behind. 

"Jealous? Wanna hear how loud she can moan?" I let out a sardonic breath that only pissed him more. 

His fist collided with my face again. I just let him hit me for the reason I want to feel pain rather than an itch on my groin. 

"You want to tell me when will you stop fucking Jenny?" 

"Sometimes an opportunity presents itself and I take it. It has nothing to do with a personal relationship with your fucking woman." Unless it involves Elowyn Reynolds anyway. 

I’d always convinced myself I disliked Damon because he was impulsive and reckless. But I knew that was just an excuse for the real reason: he is Elowyn's first boyfriend. Funny how the world is so small. 

Nobody gets to touch what's mine. 

I’d never seen Damon interested in any particular woman besides Jenny "who fucks everyone ". The opportunity for my small vendetta practically landed in my lap last night. 

I emailed him a nude picture of Jenny while pleasuring herself in a motel. 

We didn't fuck of course. It's for the show. I paid her and she will lie to him obviously. 

"Jenny is mine, Winston." 

"Does she know?"

"Fuck you."

"I didn't fuck her okay. Just a small little offensive stance against you. Stop fucking texting Elowyn." 

"What's with her? She's my friend."

"More likely your ex-girlfriend bastard."

"You like her? Motherfucker..." 

I hissed at him. 

I saw how his eyes gleamed, amazed. 

"I don't, she's my new step sister. I don't want you banging with her at my house." 

"I already have Jenny. She was never my girlfriend. She's just my friend in highschool. Our circle only had that idea." 

I stopped with my plans of killing this man and the fact he spitted gave me a relief I've never felt before.

"What do you need?" I got straight to business. 

"How did you know we are still texting?" He only showed me his sharp look.

I paid thousands to track her down. Of course I also paid to hack her phone.

And that shit made me fucking high of knowing her past relationships. 

I saw her texts to Damon telling "goodnight's" and "how are you's". 

"You want to get down into business or do you want me to shoot you in the head?" 

"Hire someone to end Sebastian." 

Dry amusement filled me. I know he's been creeping into our secret organization and that's what amuses me other than my Winnie. 

Guilt crept in, I shouted at her. But that's what I have to do. Make her hate me. 

"And if I won't?" 

"Elowyn will be at stake, Rhett. Make your decisions worthy." 

"You won't touch her." The calm yet instilled threat filled the air. 

He watched my face, let out an amused breath. “Well, work is done." And then walked out the door.