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Thankfully I packed a towel, so I grab that and my bathroom essentials before searching for the bathroom. I’m guessing it’s at the end of the hall. Or at least, I’m hoping it is.
As I step out into the hallway, the house is still extremely silent. I still can’t believe that my mom is married again and this is where I now live. As I walk down the hall, I soon reach the door and silently pray I’m not about to walk in on my stepbrother naked in his room or something.
Pushing open the door, I am both relieved to see that it is indeed the bathroom and shocked at how amazing this space is. It’s like a goddamn spa.
The white walls contrast nicely against the black doors and trim around the room. There is a floating counter with two sinks.
Stepping further in, I see a tub next to a window covered in black marble. Across from that is the largest fucking shower I have ever seen. Behind a glass door is a grey herringbone pattern of shower tiles with three fucking shower heads that makes my mouth drop.
Is this even real life at this point?
Honestly, I’m sure the dorm showers are going to completely suck after this. My standards have been thoroughly raised.
Two weeks, I get two weeks of spa living before I have to be subjected to dorm life. Maybe my mom marrying Aaron isn’t so bad. I mean, I get to come back to this on breaks. A girl can get used to this bathroom.
Except I shouldn’t be happy at all.
As much as I want to enjoy this, I still have to remember I am only here because my father is dead, and my mother married someone new.
Even after all this time, he still leaves a huge hole in my heart. My mother seemed to be able to fill that hole easily with her new husband.
But no one will ever be able to replace my father.
Chapter Two
AURORA
This is ridiculous.Why in the world do we need a family dinner?
I look over myself, my long raven hair with subtle pink highlights combed straight. My black skater dress accentuates the girls up top while managing to make me look somewhat presentable for this fake ass family dinner.
With my makeup done lightly because let’s face it, it will melt the minute I step outside, I make my way out of my room. When I reach the top of the stairs, I hear laughter and voices.
For a moment, I start to worry that maybe I’m in the wrong house, but I remember that no, this was the guest house. Maybe my stepbrother’s down there. I can get the awkwardness over and done with.
As I make my way down, I come right into the living area of the house. Those voices suddenly stop as they all turn to look at me. Two extremely hot guys stand at the pool table while four girls sit on the stools at the kitchen island.
And did I mention the guys were hot?
Because holy shit.
They are both sex on a fucking stick.
And my vagina takes notice.
Black eyes pierce through me as I peer at one of the guys leaning against the pool table. His black tank top with a skull on it pulls tight on his body, accentuating every single muscle this guy has. His exposed skin is completely covered in tattoos.
His hair is black as night, cut very high and tight. His ripped jeans show off his muscular legs. I’m pretty sure this man lives in the gym.
Or was just born a god.
Or maybe I slipped in fell in the shower, and this is heaven. I blink a couple times and try to get myself to focus on anything but the giant human in front of me.
But of course, if that man was night, the guy standing next to him is day. His red hair is short on the sides but long on top. He runs a hand through it as pieces fall to the side. His eyes are gold, literally gold-colored eyes. His pale face is covered by a red beard that may have me clenching my thighs.
His grey T-shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, and as he slightly turns, the dark blue jeans he has on show me how nice of an ass that man carries around.
“Who the fuck are you?” a harpy screeches from the island. She’s a typical hot girl. Long caramel hair, her makeup perfectly applied to her face. Her body is perfectly thin, and she looks like a model.