The Entitled (The Entitled Duet 1)

I have to get rid of her.

All her submissive shit was interesting for about a week. I got excited at the thought of completely controlling someone. Unfortunately, having someone need you to pick out her clothes, decide what she eats, and when she goes to bed gets old fast. Maybe I should have my mom’s therapist talk to her. What she needs me to do is nowhere near healthy. I dominate her, and she gets off on it. I don’t even fuck her.

That’s how low I’ve sunk. I’m probably depressed. Lexi’s flowery perfume makes me take a step back almost gagging.

“Andrew says the bar needs more ice.” My nose twitches.

“Then have the help do it. Why are you telling me? And are you hiding from me?”

Sighing, I run a hand through my hair. “Lexi, I have a headache.”

“Poor baby.” Her skinny, oiled-up arms snake around my neck. “Why didn’t you say so? Do you need me to massage your neck?” Her sharp nails dig into my skin as she tries to rub me.

“Thanks, I’m fine. Just tired.” I remove her hands from me. Great, now I smell like her! I have to end this today.

I know my mom is going to be disappointed. Both she and my dad will think I’m going back to prostitutes. But Lexi’s darkness is starting to rub off on me, making me even more miserable.

“Lexi!” Andrew yells. “Get your sweet ass in the pool. Tell your dickhead boyfriend to get us some ice.”

“Get it yourself,” I snarl.

He heaves himself out of the pool laughing, shaking his head like a dog, spraying us with wet drops. Lexi squeals and hides behind my back. Andrew charges at me, humming the Jaws tune. I push him back in the pool and watch him flail around, begging Lexi to save him. I almost push her in to get away from her.

Yesterday, I got the keys to my penthouse. I thought that would make me feel excited… something!

But I bought it with the hope that one day she would return.

Aggravated by my thoughts, I must have some secret need to torture myself. The entire place is built for her. The master bath alone was worth the millions I spent on it.

I’m even grateful my dad made the phone calls to get me into Columbia. Lexi is going to Yale. The bigger distance apart can only be beneficial.

I rub the back of my neck. It’s hot and humid. I’ve been sitting by the pool for hours, the sun baking my skin. My head is pounding. Disgusted with myself, I look around. Where the hell is my twin?

It’s our birthday. I hate half the people here. The least Jax could do is rescue me. Jamaican music is playing loudly. I need to snap out of this. I have everything going for me, so why do I want to throw myself in the ocean and swim away from it all?

“Baby? I have a surprise for you.” I jump, lost in my thoughts. Family friend or not, I need to put an end to this farce of a relationship.

She grabs my hand, her downcast eyes signaling she’s going submissive. I’m too tired to question what the fuck is wrong with her. Or even where she’s taking me. Truthfully, I don’t care. Maybe we’ll be alone, and I can break up with her. My pulse quickens at the thought.

Lexi pushes my chest into one of the numerous bathrooms and locks the door. I take in the pale blue walls, only because seashells are everywhere. On the walls. The soap. Even the rug is shaped like one.

“Lexi, I told you I have a headache.” Christ, I sound like a girl.

“Shh.” She pokes my lip with her long pointy nail.

“Ow… what the hell?”

“Look, Reed.” She peels down her bikini bottoms and turns around.

My eyes drop to her ass as she puts both hands on the sink and leans forward—giving me a complete view of a glittery gold butt plug.

“I thought you might enjoy this tonight, or right now if you want.” My cock does a small jerk. Thank God! She’s gone to a lot of trouble. If I didn’t feel anything, I would worry about myself.

“Lexi.” Suddenly I feel sorry for her and reach down to pull her bottoms up.

“Come on, Reed, fuck me!” Her voice is shrill, desperate, as if she knows I’m going to break up with her.

Taking a step back, I hold up my hands. “You don’t want me to do that.”

“Yes… Yes, I do.” She sounds breathless.

“I don’t have a condom.” Again lame, but whatever.

“I’m on the pill, or you could… you know” She shakes her ass.

“No, Lexi.” Her neediness is like a bucket of cold water being thrown on me. My cock subsides. I’m on edge today. Fucking would help. But whatever dark shit is festering inside her, I don’t want it inside me. That’s why I have to cut her loose.