Kisses and Warfare

“Who invited the other sister?” Marley asks, nodding to where Kat’s currently seated. ‘Kat,’ what a fucking name.

“Who fucking knows.”

“She seems like trouble.” I look back at her and see she’s smiling. Kat licks her lips, and her eyes manage to find mine. I can tell the minute she locks onto me because she grabs a drink and makes her way over to where I’m seated.

“Hot stuff.” She sits right next to me, her legs crossing together making her dress rise up her sexy fucking thighs. Then she leans in, and I have to remember to breathe something other than her enticing scent. Because she smells like fucking poison. A poison that can seep its way into my veins and strangle me if I don’t keep my distance.

“Not here with little sis?” Snow asks as he sits opposite us. She leans in a little closer, and I can’t help myself as I reach out to touch her. I shouldn’t because my head isn’t clear and I don’t want her.

Dammit! That’s a lie.

I want her.

I want to bend her over and pull on that fucking sweet red hair and make her scream my name.

My cock twitches at the thought.

“She’s coming to get me.” I turn to her sweet voice, and when I do, we’re almost nose to nose. She’s inches from my lips, and when she licks hers, I want to put my hands around her throat and hold her to me.

“Prez.”

Before I stand, I lean in as if I’m going to kiss her. Kat’s breathing picks up and she pauses. I want to kiss her, but I don’t. Instead, I pull away, managing to head to the front where I know her sister Rochelle is pulling up in her car.

“Déjà vu,” I say as she slides out.

“Yes, another one close to me, I’ll have to save from you,” she has the cheek to say as she walks over to me.

I quirk my lips at her smart-ass mouth. “As long as you don’t get this one killed, we’ll be fine.”

Her eyes narrow, and she clenches her fists. “This is my sister, and she will not have anything to do with you.” Rochelle crosses her arms over her chest.

“I haven’t killed you because Marcus loves you. Don’t make my brother hate me because I found the need to end you.”

Kat giggles as she walks out, stepping right up to me and leaning her body on mine as she looks up to her sister. “Rochelle, how come you never invited me here before? I love it.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Rochelle tells her.

At least we agree on that.

I turn to Kat, hope sparkles in her eyes and I’m about to crush it. Because the last woman I liked is now dead. “Your annoying sister is right. Don’t fucking come back.”

Kat seems to straighten and sober all at once. “What the fuck?” Her eyes turn to angry slits as she steps up to me. “Did you really just say that?”

“Yes. Now, fuck off,” I say, pointing in the direction for them to go.

Kat shakes her head, steps closer, and I watch in fascination as she reaches down, and her hand cups my cock. “I’m going to break your fucking heart, Blaze, and you’re going to enjoy every single moment of it.” Kat smiles, then turns and walks away as if she didn’t just threaten me.

Silly girl.Chapter TwoKatNowI haven’t always been high maintenance, I swear. But the older I get, the more I feel I need to be, and the more I couldn’t care less about what people think of me. I do what makes me happy, which is why I dragged my sister away from Marcus for the day to get our nails done, since last week did not go to plan.

I had a plan.

A big plan.

I need to make Blaze Stone love me.

Why, you ask?

So I can break his fucking heart.

He is proving to be troublesome in the love department.

I don’t even know what it is about him that draws me in. I don’t play with men like him. Or maybe I should? The last man who I believed was good ended up being a one-night stand, which resulted in me falling pregnant. And when I finally found him—which my family doesn’t know—it turns out he’s the ultimate player and doesn’t give two shits.

Keeping that to myself was not only for me but to protect Annabelle. She doesn’t need to know her father—or should I say sperm donor as a better term for him—is an asshole. No, she should have better. So everything I do for her is to be better.

Well, apart from Blaze.

Blaze is for me to have fun with.

“Why won’t you stay away from him,” Rochelle asks while staring at me.

Our nails are drying as we sit in our pedicure seats that massage our backs.