Asserting

Rhys Van Acker

Avery steps further into the living room and looks around. She has that something-is-fishy awkward smile on her face as she turns to me.

“I knew it.”

I feign ignorance. “Knew what?”

She walks to the couch opposite the one where I just gave Peach one of the best orgasms of her life. She eyes me again before sitting down.

“Someone else is here.”

She’s playing mind games with me. She wants my resolve to crack so I can confess. I feel uneasy already, only my sister can make me feel so out of control. She would freak out about Peach after I solemnly told her I don’t do my business within the company.

“No one is here.” I counter.

My mouth suddenly feels dry so I scroll to the dining table to get some water. Avery’s eyes tail me. God, why does she have to always give Wednesday Addams vibe?

“I do believe you were here with someone until moments ago.” she leans back in her seat.

I pour myself a glass of water. “What’s it to you?”

“Well, there’s a black thong on your couch, for