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SavannahUgh, twice in one night? What are the odds?“Look at you, stepsister,” she says with a smirk on her face as she licks her lips “Such a surprise”“I'm surprised you know who I am,” I answer as I watch her squarely.“Oh, I keep track of my family.” She watches me with a cruel smile on her lips.“Uh-huh.” I'm sure she does; she looks like she came here to scare me, which won't work.“Well, look at you, big sister,” she said, her tone mocking.“Beautiful, aren't I?” I say airily. I might as well go with the flow.She ignores it. “I didn't think I'd see you here.”“And why is that?” I ask as I lean back on the sink. “Why?”“You just didn't fit the description of people who should be here. Despite your, uh, not so fancy clothes,” She looks at me with disdain, “Did you borrow this?” She taps her chin. “Maybe there's a price tag at the back.”“You're running out of options, darling,” I taunt, “or perhaps it's not the clothes or shoes that fit the description.” Her blue eyes narrowed.
SavannahI stand in front of the house where I'll stay for the next year and a half. Mr. Knights drove me here. “Are you going to enter anytime soon?” he asks.I turn back to him. “Are you coming in?”He shakes his head. “No, I have work to handle.”I nod and say, “Okay, thank you.”“Call me if you need anything,” he tells me. I know I won't, but I answer with an okay anyway. He winds up his windshield, and they drive away. He called and offered to drop me off, and I agreed.Last night, when I got home, Mom was waiting for me on the couch. She wasn't happy, that's for sure. I tried to tell her I was doing this on my freeway, but she said she knew me well enough to know I was lying.Flashback:> “You're still up? I thought you should be resting.” I say as I place my bag down. “Why can't you at least rest?”“I am resting. Have you checked the internet?” she goes straight to the point.“No, I haven't,” I admit. “I don't plan to do so yet.”“Scared of what they might say about you?”I've h
Dominic:I can't remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal and enjoyed it as much as I do this one.“This is nice.?” Scratch that. This is delicious. I try to play it cool as she walks away.She might've told me to serve myself next time, but the fact that she said, “next time” makes me smile.I watch as her walk causes her ass to jiggle.I bite into my chicken and imagine it's her ass and that makes it taste even better.I wolf down the plate in a few minutes, clear the table, and head up the stairs. It's pretty quiet up here. No lights are on, so I don't know which room she chose.I walk to my room and nod in approval of its cleanliness. Maria sure did her work on time.I peel my clothes off and head towards the shower.The bathroom is practically a room by itself; it's large. A shower can fit four people, and a tub for two.I stand under the shower head, and the water helps relax my sore muscles. Today at the office was eventful. I asked the staff to send me a financial report
SavannahI'm sitting chilling in the living room, watching something unfamiliar. I'm simply waiting for his guest.That's right. He should've known I'm not one to back down from a challenge. Shame on him.After our not-so-heated eye contact and arguments about the challenge, he all but dared me and stomped up to his room, where he'd been holed up for hours.Me? I didn’t have anywhere to go. Mom said she had visitors over and didn't want me there, so I’m just chilling.I'm starting to get disappointed when the doorbell rings. I spring out of the chair with a wicked smile on my face.I pull the door open, and the first thing I see is a woman's figure. She has huge tits, like a stripper, with an hourglass body. Hazel eyes meet my green ones. She seems sweet and nervous, which makes me rethink my decisions.“Uhm, I’m sorry, but I’m looking for Dominic. Is he in?”I look at her and smile brightly. “Sure, he is. You must be the new house help?”She looks surprised. “Oh no, no, I’m not. I’m—”
DominicI tossed and turned the entire night; I could barely get a night's sleep without thinking of how she all but dared me tonight.I was curious to see how many sparks she has, but now I'm unsure whether I want to trek down that path. The glaring time of 6:45 is a reminder that I need to wake my ass up.After thirty minutes, I showered and freshened up. It's Sunday, which means all I have to do is stay home. I check my phone to see a text from Chris and Dad.Dad's asking, How’s the life of an almost husband? I type back, Annoying and irritating”. I clicked on Chris' message to see that he said he’d bring wine by twelve. He comes around on Sunday.I walk down the stairs, whispering. The house is as quiet as a church; I wonder which room she chose. I turn to go to the kitchen but pause when I see the exact rules from yesterday hanging right where they were last night, with another over the TV.What the?Did she have so many of these?I tear it down, and I'm about to wrap it when her
SavannahHe gazes at me, lost in thought. He starts to speak, but Mom's entrance interrupts him. “When you said you were coming, I thought you meant later.”I notice Evan visibly relax, which only deepens my suspicion. I know my brother. “I had nothing to do, so I thought I'd spend the day here.” I assist her in sitting and slide a pillow behind her back. “How have you been feeling?”“Much better. The swelling has gone down, and although it still hurts, it's okay.”I nod. “Is there anything I can do to help?”She shakes her head. “No. Evan promised to be here from now on.”I glance at my brother. He rubs his neck and gives me a nod. I want to demand answers about where he's been, but I hold back and settle for a quiet “Okay.”“How have things been with you?”“Good. Tomorrow, I'm going to check if I still have a job at the restaurant,” she says, nodding in approval. “I don't want to depend solely on him.”“Why not?” I raise my head to find my brother watching me. “You're his wife.”“Fia
SavannahHe underestimated me.I arrived home around seven, and he wasn't there. I couldn't hide my excitement—the grin on my face was akin to the Cheshire cat's.After Mom casually brushed off the question, our conversation covered everything and nothing.Evans shared a story about his time away, but I could tell he was feeding me a load of nonsense. However, until he does something out of the ordinary, he's free to do as he pleases.While waiting for Dominic, I prepared myself dinner. When the clock struck nine, I hastily rushed to lock the door, but not before grabbing one of the paper rules and sticking it onto it.There. That will show him how serious I am. I returned to the table and finished my dinner. After cleaning the kitchen, I went upstairs for a relaxing bath.As I lounged on the couch, I heard a car pull up. Looking through the window, it wasn't his car. However, it didn't surprise me to see Chris exiting the car with him.I watched as he walked up to the door and burst i
DominicI gaze out over the city as I mull over how to get revenge on Savannah.Should I apply shoe glue to her hair gel? Or perhaps tie a spaghetti bucket over her door to have it dumped on her?Is that too extreme? Locking me out of the house is extreme.For fuck's sake, I can't believe I'm sitting here thinking about revenge like a stupid teenager.I'm thirty, for fuck's sake.But hey, before her, my life was work, fooling around and repeating. Maybe this little war she started can be a reason to relive my teenage life.Which is why I want to go out with a bang. I don't want to execute my revenge half-heartedly—go big or go home.I pull out a notepad and write “REVENGE PLANS” at the top. I nod to myself and split the paper into two sections, labeling the top-right corner “PROS” and the top-left corner “CONS.”PROS:1. Bring a girl home.2. Stay out late.CONS:1. Retaliation2. LockoutHmmm.I scratched staying out late. Even though I could crash at Chris's place, I prefer my bed.I