NOTE TO READERS: So I went back and proof read and fixed some stuff up and junk! Nothing changed in the plot, just whatever some ANONYMOUS people had problems with. Unfortunately, I couldn't find an editor for this genre who would accept a Copy/Paste E-Mail format. Any volunteers? I would totally ask my ANONYMOUS people, but gee, I dunno who they are! SO! If you're new to the story, ENJOY IT! If you just liked the original PART TWO WILL BE COMING FOR YOU!
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"That sorry sack of SHIT is going to DIE!" I raged through my apartment, ripping pictures of me and my ex-fiancee down, shattering glass everywhere.
Long story short, I wasted five years on a bastard who goes off and is getting married to some bitch from fucking Paris or Milan because he got her preggos. That fucktard! I hope he chokes on the bitches thong!
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. No! I refuse to give that asshole anything else from me!
"I TOLD you." The smug voice came from my brother/
I looked over at him. "I forgot you were here." I muttered.
Damn! My brother's been living with me for a week. He moved out here to Hawaii because of a job he got with whoever he works for. What? Like I'm supposed to know this? Sorry! Too self absorbed with my own shit here folks! Moving on.
Colin's got a good look I suppose. Platinum blonde hair that curled around his face, a bushy beard of dark gold. His eyes, a bright green, were his more arresting feature though. I couldn't honestly tell you if he's handsome without the hobo look he was going for. He wore sweats, but he seemed to have the right blue prints for being a hottie. Wide shoulders, slim hips, long legs. He was six two and in the neighborhood of two hundred.
He was sitting on my couch. I have a lavish two bedroom apartment on Oahu in Hawaii. It's expensive as all fuck, but worth it. My complex has a gym, pool, and a private park for us to just lounge in. My apartment itself has a master bedroom (MINE) and a smaller one (his) There's a kitchen, living room, and even a separate area that we've been using to store his crap in it. The living room/dining room area consisted of an L couch, my flat screen, and a little dining set. It separated my room and his.
Colin shrugged. "I told you though."
"Look, cold hearted one," I snapped pointing a finger at him. "You've only been here for a week. How the fuck did you find out?"
He gave me a side glance as he turned his attention back to the television. "I have evil Jedi ways?"
"Hardee fuckin har ass munch." I growled. I walked into my room where thankfully my shower would wash away my tears.
Going into my private bathroom was like escaping the pressures of the outside world. As a CEO of a major local Hawaii based modeling agency, I had to front like I was a cold hearted bitch. But really? My heart was breaking and I hurt because of what my ex did.
I looked at my full length mirror to see what he had seen. I have long brown hair that I flat iron every day. It's shiny and healthy. My face is flawless with large burnt brown eyes with just a hint of a tilt. My lips aren't thin but they're not too thick either. I always wear nice business suits that flatter my figure. I'm what people call a pear shape. I have smaller breasts to bigger ass ratio. But I still have a flattering curve to my body.
Physically, I'm not a hot mess. Financially, I can carry my weight, plus children. I make enough to have a family with a good life. So was it my personality?
I went into the shower, feeling steam and hot water on me. But I felt numb inside. It's like, it finally hit me. I was angry at first, but now, spent of my anger, all I have left is an empty sorrow.
I sobbed, sitting butt naked on the floor under the hot spray. I cried with great heaves of my body. Why the fuck would someone do that? If he didn't love me or didn't want me, why didn't he just say so?
"Because he's a fucking limp dick!" I hissed to myself. I got up, ruthlessly scrubbed my body till it was pink, washed my hair and rinsed the suds. When I got out, I was surprised to see Colin there, holding a towel out.
I closed the shower door in shock.
"Look, I heard you crying and I just came to see if you're ok." He said, compassion laced his voice.
"But you're my brother!"
"Exactly!" He snapped impatient now. "Just get your ass out here!"
I opened the door hesitantly and peeked at him. He closed his eyes and his arms held the towel open for me. Feeling safe, I tried to just reach out and grab it. But he must of sensed that because he snatched it back and opened his green eyes. His beard twitched so I guess he frowned at me.
"Pussy." He called me.
I gaped. "I am not!"
"Then just get out of the shower! It's not like I've never seen tits and ass before!"
"But you're my brother!" I said again.
"Oh my GOD." He rolled his eyes. "Shana, if you're ass is not out HERE, I will go in THERE."
"Fine!" I griped. "Bully."
I got out of the shower and marched into the towel. It was warm, like it just came out of the dryer. I sighed with pleasure as his arms wrapped around me and he pulled me into his chest. My butt hit his hips, and his buckle bumped my back.
He put his chin on my head, I'm only five, five. His arms, I could feel through the baggy sweats, were muscular. He nearly crushed me into him. He sighed on my head and I sighed with him. He was comforting me.
Fresh tears threatened to break and I heard him sniff my hair. "No Shana."
"No what?" I asked. Was that ME that sounded like a little bitch?
"No more crying. Not for him." He kissed the top of my head and turned me around. His look of surprise came through, despite his shaggy beard. He opened his mouth and closed it.
"I look like a drowned cat don't I?" I said pitifully. Oh my God. I WAS being a whiny bitch!
"No." He smiled. "You look like you should. I keep forgetting you're only twenty seven. You look so much younger like this though."
