Filed To Story: The Perfect Spiral Book PDF Free by Ashley Constantine
I remained in Savannah, sharing the house with Kyle and Knox. They had gone out the previous night, leaving me to curl up on the couch and binge-watch Sons of Anarchy on Netflix.
I had been curious about the show’s popularity, and now I understood. Two words: Jax Teller. The primary reason why the female population was so enamored with the series. Those abs were certainly something.
It was eleven in the morning, and I was due to fly back to college that evening. I was hoping that Kyle would be kind enough to drive me to the airport, rather than lazing around the house.
Knox had also decided to stay a few extra days, as he had a meeting with his agent about potential endorsement deals.
I threw back the covers, and the chill of the morning air prickled my skin, causing goosebumps to rise. I slipped into a pair of tight workout shorts-the only thing I could find on top of my suitcase.
I had packed most of my belongings the previous night while the dynamic duo were out, presumably picking up girls and getting wasted.
I had a few missed calls and texts from both of them, pleading with me to join them. I can assure you, I won that battle.
As I opened my door and descended the stairs, I spotted a pair of red lace panties clinging desperately to the steps.
“Ew, gross!” I sidestepped them as if they were contaminated-which, knowing these boys, they very well could be.
I had suspected they brought girls home last night. The telltale signs were all there: the fake giggles, the smacking of lips, the playful teasing, and the sound of bodies being slammed against walls.
The screams, moans, and heavy breathing didn’t leave much to the imagination, and this morning’s discovery confirmed my suspicions.
I ventured into the kitchen, intending to whip up a somewhat healthy breakfast. I rummaged through the cabinets and peeked into the refrigerator, assessing the available ingredients.
I was relieved to be leaving tonight. I couldn’t bear another day with these two horndogs. They were equally insufferable.
Spotting some bananas in the fruit bowl, I peeled two and placed them in a bowl, ready to make my favorite banana pancakes. I took out a pan and let it heat up.
I washed some leftover berries to top my pancakes. Now, all I needed was some syrup. I approached the cabinet, hoping to find some leftover honey, maple syrup, or even Nutella.
Yes! There was some maple syrup left! Jackpot!
Being petite had its disadvantages, like not being able to reach the top shelf. I got up on my tiptoes, straining to reach the syrup. Realizing it was futile, I decided to hoist myself up onto the counter.
Just as I was about to do so, an arm reached up, and I felt a hand rest on the small of my back. I turned to see Knox, effortlessly reaching for the maple syrup.
He closed the cabinet with his elbow, and I reached out to take the syrup from him. But he lifted it higher, out of my reach. So much for being a gentleman.
“What do you say, baby doll?” he smirked, his hand still resting on my back. Of course, he was shirtless. He looked like he had enjoyed himself last night. Pig.
“Give me the damn syrup, Knox,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“Nope, try again, baby doll,” he grinned, clearly enjoying this.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to suppress my irritation. Opening them again, I plastered on a fake smile. “Please, can I have the syrup?”
He smiled back at me and handed me the syrup. “Of course, baby doll. Was that so hard?”
As I turned around, I felt his hand smack my ass. He was used to smacking his teammates’ butts, but that didn’t mean he could do it to me! Maybe the girls he was with last night enjoyed it, but I sure as hell didn’t!
“Nice ass, by the way! Surfing is doing wonders for you… and me,” he mumbled the last part to himself as he walked back to take a seat at the island. But I heard it.
“If you touch me again, I will rip your nutsack off! … Right off!” I said, my tone deadly serious. He just laughed, taking a sip from his glass.
I continued making my breakfast, acutely aware of his gaze on me. The sound of bare feet padding against the tiles signaled someone else’s arrival.
Knox looked down the hallway, his eyes widening slightly. I knew it was one of the girls from last night.
“Knox, baby, are you making breakfast? It smells delicious!” A peroxide blonde in a red dress sauntered into the kitchen, her hair a tousled mess.
She ran her hand down his back and took the seat next to him. She glanced at me, and I turned back to my cooking.
She leaned into Knox, giving him a full view of her assets. I boiled some water and placed a lemon slice into a mug, flipping the pancakes.
“Can I have some?” Knox asked. I didn’t bother looking at him and simply shook my head.
“Why not, baby doll?”
I just wanted to make my food in peace. I was hangry enough as it is! “Make your own, Knox. I’m not Oprah Winfrey. It’s not for everyone in the audience,” I retorted, earning a laugh from him.
“She’s so rude,” the blonde finally spoke up. Why was she still here? Oh, right. Knox had slept with her last night.
“Don’t be so rude to him. He doesn’t pay you to make comments like that. But I’ll have some of those pancakes you’re making,” she said condescendingly. This woman was in for a rude awakening.
“Knox, she’s not my employee,” I heard him assert, his voice laced with irritation. I was just about to enter the room and give this woman a piece of my mind. I glanced over my shoulder to see him glaring at her, and she shifted her attention to me. Brace yourself, I thought.
“Well, who knew the little tart had an opinion. But didn’t anyone ever tell you that children should be seen and not heard? And just so you know, you’re in my family’s house, so excuse me if I’m not in the mood to play hostess. If you’re so hungry, he can just feed you his dick again like last night.”
Knox choked on his water at my words. I didn’t care. I’d never see her again anyway. I turned back to my pancakes, flipping them in the pan, just as three more people entered the kitchen.
So, Kyle had a threesome then. Classy. I didn’t turn around, instead pouring hot water into my mug and adding some cold water from the tap to make it warm.
“Morning,” Kyle mumbled.
“Morning,” I replied, keeping my eyes fixed on my food. My phone started to ring-a FaceTime call from Tyler, a guy in my course. It must be about the assignment due in two days.
Always leaving everything till the last minute. I swiped to answer the call.
“Hey, Alex, HELP! I have no idea where to start with this!”
I laughed at his desperation. “What assignment? CCM? Sorry, I’m cooking at the moment, so you’re just going to have to stare at my ceiling in the meantime.”
“Yeah, sure, no problem. It’s better looking than you in the morning anyway! But yeah, that assignment! How do I do the questions?”
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