Rebel(61)

Cold settles in my gut. She’s betting on my ego to get me back. Typical.

“And I hate it. I hate that you were a total asshole to me when I was scared and I still can’t stop.”

With a quick grab and roll, I put her under me. Angie squeaks in protest at the sudden movement, but I don’t miss how her legs slide open automatically so I land between them. Her tits jiggle enticingly when she lands on her back, and I’m already hard just looking at her.

“Like hell you hate it.” I grind my cock against her and she whimpers. “And scared? Scared of what? Being set for life? Oh yeah, poor you.” I try to sound pissed, but man, it’s hard when I can feel her heat soaking into me. I don’t even believe me.

She frowns and tries weakly to buck me off, but she’s breathing heavy and it’s not from the effort. “Set for life? Are you serious? Yeah, I’d just looove to be pregnant for pre-med. Raising a baby on my own in medical school sounds like so much fun! And I’d be stuck with YOU which would basically be hell. I’ve been trying to get away from you since we met!”

I laugh. “Of course you have. That’s why we keep ending up in bed together. You have to rest from all that running.” I don’t believe for a minute that she doesn’t want to be exactly where she is. The rest of it? I don’t know, but doubt creeps in. “I still don’t know what to do with you.”

“Really?” She traces her fingernails along my chest, sending tingles racing straight down to my cock. “The great and mighty playboy is out of ideas? How disappointing. I can think of a couple of things.”

“Yeah?” Is this really the same girl?

“Yeah, like you get the fuck off me and we finish this trip and then never see each other again,” she snaps.

“That’ll be a little hard, Sis.”

Angie laughs. “Didn’t you hear? The marriage is off. Your dad pulled the plug.”

The feel of her under me is so distracting that her words take a moment to register. “What? What do you mean?” I grab her hands and pin them to the pillow behind her head. From the way she chews her lip and her eyes light up, she doesn’t look like she minds. “Spill.”

“Mom told me.” She raises an eyebrow. “Your dad hasn’t called?”

“Apparently we don’t talk as often as you guys do.” As in, hardly ever if we don’t have to. This would’ve been nice to know, though. “Tell me what happened.”

“Why do you care? According to you we’re just a bunch of gold diggers anyway. I can see it in your eyes whenever you look at me like that.” She wriggles against my grip.

“Like what?” I ease up and sit back. The sexual tension between us just up and evaporated.

“Like I stop being a person and I start being a threat. Like you did yesterday, right before you called me names and stormed out on me. Are you going to do that again?” Pulling the sheets up, she covers herself. “Because if you are, can you just skip to the part where you leave?”

If it wasn’t obvious already, playtime’s over. How did we go from soft and sexy to being at each other’s throats again in under a minute? I sigh. “Just tell me what fucking happened.”

She blows her hair out of her eyes. “Someone from your dad’s company invested in Mom’s store. She thought it was him, being all super-secret philanthropist in love.”

Shit.

“Well he wasn’t, and when he found out about the money, he was pissed. He thinks she tried to scam him, to use him to save her business. Wouldn’t listen to a word Mom said.” She looks right at me, her brown eyes darkening. “Sound like someone you know?”

Fuck. My mind’s racing. No good deed goes unpunished. Boom, right back in my face. Angie’s going to be furious.

Double fuck.

“It was me.”

She’s looking out the window, but her eyes snap to me at my words. “Excuse me?”

“I sent the money. Nobody was supposed to know.”

Her eyes go huge before they narrow, her brows furrowing angrily. “You set up my mom?”

“No! I knew her stupid flower shop was in trouble, so I had one of dad’s companies invest. I have a bit of clout in the company, even if most of the time he thinks my office is a waste of space. It wasn’t a lot. Just enough to keep her afloat for a bit. I didn’t want money to be an issue.” I shrug. “For what it’s worth, I’m impressed she figured out the connection.”

“You are...” Angie sits up on the bed and clutches the sheets, not out of modesty but anger. “...the most paranoid, egotistical...” Kneeling up on the bed, she points at the door, an image of beautiful, stark naked fury. “...manipulative prick I know.” Her heavy breathing makes her tits heave in a way that’s ridiculously distracting.