CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 8

Callie was so angry at how Sally was quick to turn on her. Why was she even surprised. Sally was a snake. Everything Sally ever did was for her own benefit. What was new? She was and always would be a fucking dog.

What a poor excuse for an older sister.

Callie walked into the room and wanted to break everything in her path. This was all too much. She knew Tristan wanted to prove to her how much influence he had over her sister. Making her dance for him like a fucking slut… Sally was just thriving over the attention that Tristan was giving her.

Idiot. Her sister was an absolute idiot!

The minute the door opened Callie knew that Tristan had followed her to the room. She turned to face the asshole. “Fuck off.” She snapped irritated at how he had the control. She did not like to feel controlled. She hated it that she wasn’t able to pick herself up and fuck off out of there.

Tristan rubbed a hand over his jaw before he walked right up to her and hit her across her mouth so hard. Like so hard. “Warned you to watch yourself.” He said grabbing her chin and forcing her to face him.

Callie shoved him away from her hard using both of her hands and a lot of her strength. “I hate you!” She yelled out now. She was over stimulated right now. Everything was getting the better of her.

“What the fuck is with you?” He asked her now. “Not my fault you can’t keep your mouth in check…” Son of a bitch. He was referring to the women defending him.

“You think I give a fuck what a bunch of escorts think of me? You think I give a fuck that they have your back? Babe, only low life scum like you and your brother would defend somebody like you…”

Why? Like why did she have to keep going? Why? It was her biggest flaw to keep her mouth in check, always and forever landed her into trouble.

It was apparent that Tristan wasn’t used to being spoken to this way.

He grabbed her face hurting her. “I will fuck you up Callie… Think hard how you want to proceed baby.”

“Don’t call me baby you sick fuck.” She said trying to get away from him. Bastard was too strong for her. He was standing so close to her.

“Don’t be a hero… You won’t like the outcome…”

Tristan eased his hold on her face and stroked her bottom lip with this thumb. It was as though he couldn’t help touching her. He was making her cringe. She once again managed to shove him away from her. “Don’t touch me. You make me physically sick.”

Tristan’s eyes turned darker than what they were at her remark. He seemed extremely agitated now. “Do you want me to prove you wrong Callie?” Fuck! He was going to use her body against her. This son of a bitch was always playing. Think Callie! Think!

“You think by giving me a few orgasms that it will change a single thing? Honey, it’s sex… Means fuck all…” Try that… She was hoping he called her bluff. Tristan squinted his eyes at her before he nodded his head. What the fuck was he up to? She didn’t like how determined he appeared.

“You’re right… It’s only sex. It doesn’t matter…”

“Go touch your sluts.”

“Who? Your sister?” The minute he said that Callie slapped him hard across his face. She was so angry. He always managed to get her to react. Even though she told herself repeatedly not to give in to his taunts it never worked. He always managed to get a reaction out of her.

“Yeah, my sister. Fuck off and be with somebody who is not repulsed by the mere notion of your touch.”

Tristan wrapped his hand around her neck before he shoved her to the bed roughly. Oh god… She did not want him to touch her. Not again… She did not want to feel shit. She hated him and all he was doing was confusing her everything.

“Go ahead and take your jeans off.” He stood there towering over her. He was waiting for her to comply. Think Callie… Think… She would play this stupid pathetic game of his. Callie slowly undid her jeans and pulled them off her body. He smiled as he looked at the thin piece of material that Lilliana gave her to shield her privates. Literally left nothing to the imagination. Callie felt her face heat up. “Open…”

She hated herself for seeing this through, again, it was going to happen no matter what, she would just do things without the fight. Get the fucker to know it literally meant nothing that he was touching her this way, biggest lie if ever she told one, it was killing her. The thought, the mere notion of having him touch her privates was really fucking with her head.

She opened her legs with her knees bent giving him what he wanted. Tristan seemed amused by her cooperation. She felt sick but held her own.

He moved her thong to the side and literally began to examine her down there. “Your pussy is gorgeous…” Oh wow… This was so humiliating right now. She wanted to look away but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her. “Do you think you’ll be letting anybody else have access to this beauty?”

“I let you have access didn’t I?” She wanted him to know that he was nothing… Nothing. “I’ll be sure to aim higher next time.”

She knew she was getting to him, it always surprised Callie how into himself he was that he thought he was the biggest deal to the world. She wanted to bring him down so low, remind him of the nobody he was… The nobody he would always be. Money nothing. He could go and die with his fucking money. Meant shit to her.

“You so wanted to save yourself for your fiancé… What changed? Now you will fuck anybody? It no longer matters to you?” Fuck him.

“I’ve had filth touch me… Anything from you will be an upgrade.”

Tristan seemed tense when she said what she did. Good. She wanted him to know that he meant shit to her. “Do you think you would have enjoyed Harrison’s touch?” He asked her as he began to slowly stroke her privates. He was being deliberate with every stroke of his unforgiving touch.

Callie bit her lip, she was trying to remain unaffected but it was hard. He was stroking a fire in her soul. Just the way he was looking down at her… The way his eyes changed. She hated it that he mentioned Harrison, made her feel weak and inferior… Harrison had really hurt her. He fucked her up like no other person could.

There was a time where she would have sworn that Harrison would never ever fuck around on her, that Harrison would never deceive her… She had believed it wholeheartedly that he was her soulmate, her spirit animal…

Callie was shaken awake from her thoughts when Tristan moved down onto one knee and began to lick her pussy. She couldn’t help tensing. Her body was working itself up, his mouth was like fire on her privates. The way he was slowly lapping her up. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

A fire so intense was raging inside her soul, she wanted to grab his head and force him to give her more, the bastard kept her shy of coming. He was trying to show her up, trying to show her just how much control and power he had.

It was only physical Callie… He might be able to control your body but not your mind…

Having said that Callie was on the brink of an orgasm. The bastard would add a little pressure with his tongue and his fingers only to ease up. She was about to beg him to continue, she just needed to have this release.

Tristan took his time rolling her clit with his tongue. Oh my god, Callie lifted her hips up needing more. “Tristan…” She didn’t even recognise her own voice, she sounded so throaty… No idea what she wanted to say to him, all she knew was she needed more.

Her horror when he stopped his onslaught and stood up, he had his cock in his hand and was stroking it as he looked down at her. The bastard licked his lips and she wanted to die.

“More?” He asked as he began to rub his cock onto her overly sensitive pussy now. Oh my god, she was going to erupt. “You want more?” Yes! Yes she wanted more. She fucking wanted more! “You want me to ease your torment baby?” Oh my god… He was literally driving her insane.

He smiled at her as he grabbed her waist pulling her to the edge of the bed seconds before he slammed his cock deep inside her. Oh my god, his shaft filling her insides up, she was being stretched to her limits right now.

Tristan didn’t care, he pulled out of her a little only to slam back inside her penetrating her over and over again. He was like a man gone mad. It was like he suddenly had super strength. Callie found herself meeting every thrust. Her body was reacting on its own accord now. It wanted this so much.

“Fuck!” Tristan yelled out before he wrapped his hand around her neck squeezing her tightly, he was literally blocking her airways as he continued to fuck her. Oh my god she was going to die!

He fucked her vigorously now and just as she was about to pass out he slapped her back to consciousness, the orgasm that hit her was out of this world. She had never in her entire existence found pleasure like she did this instant, she never thought it was possible to feel anything like this before. Ever…

Callie was so caught up in her own pleasure that she hadn’t even realised that Tristan had pulled out of her and ejaculated onto her stomach.

If that wasn’t the most intense experience of her life to date…

She didn’t wait, the minute Tristan finished wiping her clean she hurried to the bathroom to shower. She was appalled by her behaviour. What the hell was the matter with her?

It was all Tristan’s fault. He was way too experienced for her. She couldn’t fight him no matter how hard she tried. This son of a bitch knew exactly how to get her to react.

Still, this was not a bad thing, Callie was going to pretend that she wasn’t affected. That it was normal.

Even though it killed her soul with just how easily he managed to manipulate her body. It was all a game to Tristan… She was breaking inside but refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.

Callie finished from her shower before she reluctantly returned to the room. There Tristan was resting on the bed like the king of the funking castle. “I need clothes.” She snapped holding the towel firmly around her body.

“Yeah?”

“Yes you son of a bitch. I need clothes… I can’t keep walking around in your shirt with nothing on underneath…”

“Why not? I think it’s sexy…” Oh my god.

“I need clothes.” She was about to put up a stink.

“Okay.” Like he wasn’t even bothered for her. Fucker! “Come here…” The way he ordered her to do that… She frowned hating how he just thought it was okay to tell her what to do.

“Why?”

“Babe, we’ve fucked already…” He sounded exasperated now. She rolled her eyes before she made her way over to the bed. The jerk grabbed her arm and pulled her over him so she was in the bed and in his arms with her head resting on his hard tattooed chest. He smelt amazing. He tore the towel off her body and tossed it to the floor.

“What?” She asked after a while. She was uncomfortable being naked and in his arms. It was not right, this scene was way too intimate.

“What?”

“What do you want?”

“I want to hold you…” Oh wow… Yep this was fucked up. Callie came to move away from him but he held her tighter almost squeezing the life out of her. “Stay put.” He warned her.

“What the fuck do you want? Go hold the many ladies you have available to you.”

“I want to hold you.” He squeezed harder hurting her. “Okay?”

“Okay… Fuck…” She was in pain. The son of a bitch eased his hold on her and she was able to breathe a little easier.

Callie was unsure what to do, this was just so awkward. “You smell sweet.” He said as he stroked her hair. Nothing to say to that. “You always smell sweet.” Okay… This was getting creepier by the minute.

Tristan lifted her chin up so she was looking into his eyes. “This isn’t looking good for you Callie…” The way he said that sent shivers down her spine. “I’m in love with you and can’t see myself letting you go any time soon.” Oh my lord… Her heart dropped.

“This isn’t love… This is abuse.” She kept her voice low.

“It’s love. Never felt this way about anybody before. It’s love…”

“And if I don’t love you back? What then?”

“Then you remain right here until you do…” She was really freaking out hearing him verbalise this.

“Tristan… Why can’t you just let me go home… We can try again… I’ll try this time.” She lied. She was going to fuck him up is what she was going to do. He gave her a laugh before he replied.

“Again, you seem to think I was born yesterday…” He let go her chin and looked up at the ceiling. “It doesn’t matter to me Callie, I’m happy to keep you right here for however long I need to. I like the idea of having you all to myself.”

“This isn’t love. It’s sick what you are doing to me. This is not right Tristan… How can you think for one second that anything good will come out of this? You think I will change my mind and want to be with you?”

“Your body wants to be with me… It’s just your head.”

“That’s just it isn’t it? I will never be swayed, whether or not you give me the best pleasures ever, I will never let what you did to me cloud how I feel. I can never feel more than hatred toward you. I’m sure deep down you know this.”

“Love… Hate… Same thing really.”

Callie was shocked quiet. Hearing him say what he was saying was truly terrifying. The thing was that Tristan could very well do as he pleased and he was doing just that, he had the money and the resources to see to his every whim. So having her locked up was nothing to him. He could hire witnesses claiming she was here on her own free will.

It was hard to reply to that. Callie just kept her mouth shut leaving her mind racing with how dire her situation really was.

It was beginning to really freak her out, Tristan sounded like he believed one hundred percent that he was in love with her.

Callie remained in his arms for over an hour. It was only when Marla knocked on the door and asked Tristan if he wanted dinner served that he she moved and sat up pulling the covers up to her chest.  

“Yeah, coming…” Tristan replied before he made his way out of the bed. Callie didn’t bother, she remained seated in the bed with a strong urge to cry.

“I’ll get Lilliana to give you something to wear. Put it on and come downstairs.”

That said he left the room. Okay then… So she was now allowed out of the room? It was literally better than nothing.

Lilliana showed up with brand-new clothes and undergarments for her. Callie didn’t hate Lilliana but didn’t understand why she didn’t help her. She clearly knew that she was being held against her will… Why didn’t she say something, help her out… Anything?

“Um, Tristan asked me to give you these…”

Callie took them off her. “Thank you.”

“Okay, I’ll see you downstairs.” She nodded her head in reply.

“Why don’t you help me?” Callie asked Lilliana when she turned to leave. Lilliana’s back stiffened before she faced her again. “Why don’t you help me? I… I am here against my will. What he’s doing to me…”

“How would you like me to help you Callie? How? I’ll do whatever you think will work. I don’t know how much you know about the Forte brothers but I have to tell you, they will never go down. They will take us all down with them… It’s a stupid thing to go against them.”

“Do you have any idea what he’s done to me?”

“I will help you. I will… Tell me what you want me to do… I know for a fact it’s not going to work but I will do whatever you need me to do.”

“How is this okay?” Callie was literally confused.

“It’s not… I know it’s not okay what he’s doing to you… I know. But I also know that if you just go with it, act like you maybe want this… He will grow bored. He will let you go if that’s what you want…”

“Are you here against your will?” She was truly unsure of everything right now.

“Me? No… No honey. I want to be here. They helped me a lot.”

“Any of the girls then?”

“No… Trust me we all want to be right here. We are lucky… They do look after us. We are very well secured being with them.”

“So you can all leave whenever you want?”

“Yes. Yes of course we can.” Callie rubbed her lips together. “Callie, take my advice, just go with it. It’s happening anyway. I know it’s not what you wanted or how you wanted it but… Maybe don’t fight him. He seems really taken by you.”

“Does my sister say anything about me?” Lilliana seemed unsure how to reply.

“You sister is obsessed with them Callie. It’s just how it is.” Callie nodded her head. What more was there to say? She was totally lost. Lilliana smiled at her before she left the room.

Thankfully the clothes that Lilliana gave her were decent enough. Nothing overly revealing this time. A dress that sat on her body, nothing clingy or anything and came to just above her knees.

She tied her hair up quickly before she made her way downstairs. “Here…” Lilliana indicated for her to go outside. Dinner was served outside. Okay… She was joining them for dinner.

Callie walked out and found her sister all but dry humping AJ. She turned to look away immediately. This was so disturbing. AJ moved Sally gently off him when he saw Callie.

Sally almost rolled her eyes at Callie. “He let you out?” Britney asked in a mocking tone. Callie looked around for Tristan and was a little uneasy that he wasn’t around. She felt stupid to be hanging around here without him… He was the stupid reason she was here in the first place.

“Britney…” Lilliana gave Britney a tone it down look.

“What? She’s better off locked in the room. At least we don’t have to deal with her.” Nice.

“Fuck off.” Callie snapped. AJ leaned back on the sofa and lit himself a cigar as he eyed her out. “What? Ha? Tell your bitches to shut up.” She hit at him.

“Your mouth… It really does need to watch itself.”

“Yeah, been told that a few times in my life.” She shrugged her shoulders before she sat down miserably.

“I don’t think I like you very much.” AJ up and said now. Callie thought hard how to respond to that. She saw Britney, Marla and Sally all smirk when he said that.

“How will I sleep knowing you don’t like me…” She gave him a fuck off look. That’s all she needed, another alpha dickhead to show his dominance…

***

Tristan walked outside and found Callie having a go at AJ. Don’t be stupid girl… AJ didn’t like sass at all. He was not one to let any woman or man for that matter think to speak down to him. It really did grate of AJ’s nerves like it did him.

“You really don’t know who you are dealing with do you?” AJ was looking dead into Callie’s eyes. He was being extremely serious right now.

“Oh I know. Trust me I know… A thug who believes he is entitled is who I’m dealing with.” Tristan thought it was a good time to be seen. He walked out and smacked Callie across her head.

She frowned and looked up at him as though not knowing what she did to deserve that. “Keep it in check sweetheart.” He said before he sat down beside her. Did he see relief in her eyes when she realised he was there or was he just imagining it?

“Tell your brother to…” Tristan grabbed her lips and shut them tightly before she could finish her sentence off.

“Or keep it shut.” He warned her before he kissed her hard on the mouth and let her go. She once again gave him that adorable frown. Fuck me… He was in love. It was actually beginning to scare him, the way he felt for her was a little alarming. He was in uncharted territory and Tristan did not like to feel this way… So unsure.

He looked around and found all eyes on them. AJ looked a little concerned and the girls seemed really irritated by Callie or by the attention he was giving her. He couldn’t fucking help it! Only Lilliana did not seem to be offended by anything Callie had to say, if anything she was on team Callie.

“You need to tame her brother.” And AJ had to speak. Tristan waited for it. He knew that Callie was not going to let that pass.

“Tame me?” She scoffed. “You really do need to look into the mirror there AJ… I’m sorry to tell you but you are nothing. No amount of money is going to take away who you really are. You can lie to the world and to yourself but ultimately you are a loser off the streets who got lucky and came into money.” Okay well…

AJ sat up and leaned forward. He looked ready to attack. “Shut her up.” He was talking to Tristan now. “Shut her up before I do brother.”

The little shit beside him turned her body to face Tristan directly as though waiting for him to shut her up. She raised an eyebrow at him challenging him. Like come on girl…

“Go on then, shut me up… Smack me some… I’m not sure how your brother wants to do this… Shut me up some so he can feel like he has control…” Yeah this bitch was lethal. He got it, AJ could be full on at times and it never really bothered him before but for some absurd reason, having AJ’s attention on Callie good or bad was not something that Tristan was happy about.

“Shut up.” He shook his head at the pest before he lit himself a cigar.

“That’s it?” AJ wasn’t going to let it go.

“What?” Tristan was trying to act unbothered by it all.

“Nice one brother…”

“Fuck off man… Where’s the food? I’m hungry.”

Callie didn’t say much during dinner. She did however look around and assess everything. She counted the guards and looked at her watch whenever they would move away from their posts. She was working out an escape plan.

At one point of the meal Tristan placed his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear. “Dead end babe… Even if you managed to make it out the front, the place is secured with electric gates. You will be zapped if you think to touch them without pressing the codes.”

Callie tensed at that. Tristan kissed her head before he stood up and pulled her up with him.  They remained seated outside like they did most nights. Jarred and Max arrived soon after and it was a night like many nights before this.

Drinks, cigars, music, it was laid back. This was the norm here. This was what they were about. It was funny how everything was the same but it seemed so different to Tristan suddenly. His attention was on Callie, he could not seem to help it.

Britney came up to him at one point of the night and gave him a lap dance. Callie was sitting beside him when this happened. He let Britney do her thing but he wasn’t really into it.

“Come on man… Like come on…” Jarred shook his head. “I mean, what the fuck? You going soft on us?”

Tristan inhaled his cigar before he replied. “Fuck off.”

“What’s with the energy? You’re not yourself lately…” Max wanted to add to the conversation.

“Yeah… Bored. This is so fucking repetitive.” He said shrugging his shoulders. The way the men were eyeing him out was something. They actually appeared concerned.

What the fuck was it? He was just not into the moment. It had nothing to do with Callie. Callie who was sitting there stiff as a log.

“She’s changing you brother.” AJ Looked deadly serious.

Tristan felt Callie tense beside him. He looked at her and wanted to show these fuckers that she meant shit it him. “Go to the room.” He ordered her quietly. Tristan could see Callie trying to work it out. She surprised him by doing as she was told.

Only when she was out of her sight did AJ speak again.

“You letting her get to you?”

“What? Fuck right off man… She mean nothing to me.”

“So why so invested?”

“She’s a little fun… Nothing more.” He lied.

“Yeah… Well, give us a go then… We share right… All for one, one for all…” Hearing Jarred say that got to a part of Tristan. It was jealousy, it was possessiveness. No fucking way was Tristan going to allow anybody to touch Callie.

“When I’m done with her.” He replied hoping he sounded uncaring.

“That’s not how we play…” AJ was really putting him in a corner right now. Like come on…

Tristan didn’t bother on replying. He sat there and drank his drink as he watched the party. The boys decided on a game of poker, stakes were high… He played but the truth was his mind was on the girl upstairs in his room. He wanted to be with Callie and that was fucking with his head.

“What the fuck bro?” AJ snapped when Tristan was zoned out. “You have somewhere better to be?”

“I’m out.” Tristan dropped his cards down and left them. He wasn’t focussed. It was really getting to him… This entire situation was getting to him.

He walked into the room and found Callie sitting on the sofa looking out the balcony doors. She was once again dressed in his shirt. So fucking sexy.

Not really thinking about his next move he walked right up to her and pulled her up so she was on her feet. He placed his hand on her nape pressing his mouth to hers. He kissed her hard, he was hungry for her. He was angry at how she was consuming his every thought. He was irritated how he couldn’t get her out of his head. He was frustrated how everybody was picking up on it.

Tristan thrust his tongue inside her mouth and devoured her. He wanted to eat her alive right now. His didn’t care what she had to say about it, Tristan pulled out his cock before he picked her up and moved her thong aside before he slammed his aching cock deep inside her.

Fuck me!

That was the stuff! He was in heaven right now.

He walked with Callie in his arms and pressed her up against the wall as he continued to fuck her. Her tightness, her heat… She was downright perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

He fucked her hard and loved every minute of it. Tristan felt her pussy contract around his cock, bitch was coming… Fuck me!

He heard her whimper in his mouth and he came undone. It was game over. He didn’t even have enough time to pull out of her. Fuck!

It was way too intense. This entire situation was way too intense.

Tristan managed to get his head together before he pulled out of her. She looked shocked as hell at what had just transpired. She shoved him away from her before she hurried into the bathroom to wash.

Fuck!

He was being careless… Callie was literally fucking up his head.

“You understand that I am not on contraception right?” Was the first thing she said when she walked out of the bathroom. He never thought of that.

“Why the fuck not?” He asked her. Tristan took off his top as he waited for her to reply. He was going in for a shower.

“What do you mean why? I wasn’t planning on having sex…”

“After we had sex the first time? Why the fuck wouldn’t you take it then?”

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you again. I mean, you lied… Did not keep to your word. A man who doesn’t keep his word is no man in my eyes.” Yeah, this girl was asking for it.

“Oi idiot, I will fucking hurt you.” He said before he left her there and went into the bathroom to shower.

Tristan found Callie in the bed when he had finished from the bathroom. She looked perfect there. He made his way into the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms spooning her. He draped a leg over both of hers keeping her in place. She surprised him by staying put.

Nothing was said…

Come morning and Tristan wasn’t sure if was going to let Callie out of the room. She was nothing if not a pain in his ass. Truth was he didn’t want her to get into it with AJ.

“Wanna leave the room?” He asked once he was dressed.

“No Tristan, I want to stay locked up in the room…” She rolled her eyes when she said that.

“Drop the attitude… Will you behave with AJ?”

“Seriously?” She gave him a what the fuck did you just ask me look. “Maybe tell your wanker of a brother to stop talking to me like I’m a piece of nothing.”

“Callie, don’t get on his wrong side…” He knew perfectly well that ship had sailed. AJ obviously did not like her at all and he was definite that the feeling was very much reciprocated.

“Whatever.  Like I want to be on any of his sides…” She mumbled. He shook his head ignoring her. Idiot.

Tristan left the room and asked Sally to grab Callie something to wear. Sally did as she was told. He found his brother talking on the phone when he joined him. Marla was quick to grab him a coffee and a cigar.

Tristan sat there and waited for his brother to end the call. “Mario’s in…” Straight to business.

“Good. When does the trade happen?”

“As soon as we work out who is doing what?” Tristan nodded. This was good. Money was very available and they had enough to do pretty much whatever they wanted to do.

They spoke about business for a while before Sally joined them. She did not look very happy. “What?” He asked the beauty.

“She has a mouth on her…” Obviously referring to Callie. It was like Callie had started on her sister early this bright and lovely morning.

“What she say?”

“Just stuff… You know… Mostly about me being an escort and having no morals and shit. Saying mum will die if she ever found out…”

“Yeah, she’s really something.” AJ was quick to jump in. “You need to figure it out Tristan… I mean, she’s got you by the balls brother. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“She doesn’t have me by anything. What the fuck man? Relax… Maybe stop trying to provoke her…” And that would be the very first time that Tristan ever went against his brother for any girl ever…

“Have you totally lost your head? She is dividing us. She is smart and that is her aim. I don’t get why you can’t see it… She’s doing it deliberately…”

“She not doing shit. What the hell? You think I will ever let anybody come in between us?”

“I’m sorry Tristan but AJ is right. I know my sister, she thinks differently to us. She will work it out how to get you to do what she wants. She has a mind on her that is a little scary at times. She does what she sets out to do. Don’t underestimate her. She will ruin you… I’m only telling you this because I love you.”

Tristan did not want to hear anymore. They were fucking his head up. Callie was not doing that. She did not have that kind of power over him… No fucking chance a girl was going to come in between him and his brother. He would die for his brother, the funny thing about this entire situation was Callie didn’t even want to be here… They were stressing over nothing.

They were being overdramatic.

Sally must want her sister out of the way and well AJ was just not sure how to handle her so he thought better to discard her.

Before anymore could be said Callie joined them. Sally had given her a very short sexy number. A little too short. Showed a lot of cleavage and it sat on her body like a second skin. She made him smile how she had one his shirts on over the dress wrapping it around her body to obviously try and conceal the lack of dress.

Tristan did not like how AJ was looking her up and down. Callie looked at Tristan and shook her head. “I need my own fucking clothes. Do you get that? My sister thinks that it’s normal to dress this way…”

Thing was that Tristan wanted to carry on and tell her to get the fuck upstairs so nobody saw her this way. That in itself was annoying him, the fact that this was getting to him. Having AJ see her this way…

AJ the sly cunt was waiting for him to react. “Sit down.” Tristan did not want to show AJ that he was that into Callie. She frowned before she did sit. She sat beside Tristan and was quick to place a cushion on her lap to hide her fucking pussy from coming into view.

“You look gorgeous, what’s the problem?” AJ was quick to start.

“Bite me.” Was Callie’s quick retort to that. AJ the fucker laughed.

“You should be happy. It’s a compliment. I mean, you have a body on you… Something very sexy about you… I can see why my brother is taken with you.”

Stand down AJ… Stand the fuck down brother.

“Yeah, well you have four women who are always sexy, maybe keep your attention on them.” Feisty bitch this one.

“Hey, fresh meat… Tristan was telling us as soon as he’s done with you that we can get a taste…”

Tristan wanted to leap over and punch his brother in the fucking face… Callie looked at Tristan with her blue eyes wide. This was not going to end well… No way was this going to end well…