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Dean
I felt numb as I stared up at the off-white ceiling over my bed. I had been awake for a while now, but I had no motivation to get up. I knew time had passed. Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. But I continued to stare up at the off-white ceiling in a vegetative state, willing myself to not think about anything or anyone. It was the only way to numb out the excruciating pain that radiated from my chest and into every fiber of my body.
It must have been early afternoon when I heard the lobby intercom to my condo buzz. Blair! I immediately thought, my spirits instantly lifted by the possibility that she’d changed her mind.
I raced to my door and looked at the video surveillance of the lobby entrance. My chest tightened and anger enveloped my body when I saw who it was. The Blonde Bitch.
I was about to shut off the surveillance and ignore her, but her voice boomed through the intercom.
“Dean, I know you can see me. Don’t ignore me. I need to talk to you about Blair.”
The mention of Blair’s name through her lips grated against my last nerve.
“Don’t fucking say her name to me,” I said through gritted teeth. “You don’t deserve to say her name.”
Adding fuel to my fury, she laughed coolly. “Well that’s a new one. Now come on, Dean. Let me in.”
“Go fuck yourself, Katherine!” I screamed into the intercom.
“Well, I’d much rather you fuck me,” she purred.
My mouth gaped open at how brazen this bitch was. “You know very well that shit will never happen!”
I saw her roll her eyes. “Dean, I’ll ask you one more time. Let me in now.”
I snorted. “Or what?”
A smirk appeared on her face. “If you don’t, I’ll destroy any shred of a chance you might still have with Blair.”
“Don’t threaten me. You’re just talking out of your ass.”
“Are you sure about that?” She looked directly at the surveillance camera. “Do you really think it’s worth risking it?”
I clenched my fists, trying to stabilize my rage. “How do I know you’re not going to try to destroy my chances of a relationship with Blair even if I let you in?”
She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t.”
“Katherine, I’m fucking tired of your mind games.”
“Well then, that’s easy. Just let me in.”
I thought about my options and knew that I had to let her in. From my conversation with Blair last night, I knew that she still wanted to make her relationship with her sister work. I didn’t know how much power Katherine had over Blair, and I wasn’t ready to risk it before I had a chance to talk to Blair again.
Begrudgingly, I pressed the intercom button.
“That’s what I thought.” Katherine beamed at me before walking through the unlocked lobby door.
I punched the wall in frustration as I waited for her to come up.
“Well, hello, Dean.” Katherine walked through the front door.
“What do you want, Katherine? I asked impatiently as I walked to my living room without looking over at her.
“Shit, Dean!” she suddenly cried.
I glanced over to see what happened, but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “What wrong?”
“You, actually. You look like shit.” She shook her head in disapproval. “I’ll need to teach Blair a few things about taking care of her boyfriend.”
I bit my tongue and didn’t react. I knew she wanted to get a reaction out of me, and it was the last thing I was going to give her.
“What do you want, Katherine? I’m busy.”
“Well, I was just concerned about you after everything that had happened yesterday.”
She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I immediately yanked her hands off me and took several steps back.
“Cut the bullshit, Katherine. I know you well enough to know this is all an act. What is it that you want?”
She sighed and her tone changed. “You’re right, Dean.” I knew immediately this was her normal voice. “I’m tired of this cat and mouse game, and I came to ask you something.”
I looked over at her and met her gaze. “Okay, what is it?”
Her expression changed, and it unnerved me when I saw a glimpse of the Katherine I remembered from years ago flashed before my eyes.
“Now that Blair knows everything, I want to tell you something I’d wanted to tell you over a decade ago.”
“And what is that?”
“I’m sorry for cheating on you. I was young and stupid. I couldn’t see the incredible man that I had in front of me. I took you for granted.”
“Katherine,” I cut her off, “I need to stop you there. All that is ancient history. We don’t need to rehash anything. None of that is important to me anymore.”
“I don’t believe you,” she insisted.
I groaned in frustration. “I don’t know what I can say to make you believe me, but I have no reasons to lie to you. I’ve long moved past everything that’d happened between us. So let’s not waste each other’s time in talking about it.”
“But our kiss last night? That was amazing.”
I stared at her in disbelief. “What the fuck are you smoking? Because clearly we are not talking about the same kiss.”
For a split second, I saw her face fall in despair. But it quickly disappeared, and in its place was a stone-cold, expressionless Katherine.
“Do you want to know a secret, Dean?”
“Not particularly when it’s coming from you.”
“Well, I think you’ll be interested in hearing this one. It’s about how I came back into your life.”
My ears perked up, but I kept my face free from expression. “I don’t think I can stop you from telling it, so be my guest.”
A grin spread across her face. “Well, so I wasn’t exactly honest with Blair when she called me that first time.”
I glared at her. “How am I not surprised by this?”
She ignored my comment. “You see about a year or so ago, I had seen your picture in Forbes Magazine under San Francisco’s ‘30 Most Eligible Bachelors Under 30.’ It was then that I had realized the mistake I’d made years ago when I cheated on you with your frat bro. And then months later, something cosmic had happened. Blair found me and called me for the first time to tell me that I was her sister, something I had already known, actually. But what I hadn’t known at the time was a pleasant surprise. While she was rambling on and on over the phone about how she’d been looking for me and how much she wanted to meet, I’d jumped on Google and looked her up. That was when I saw a picture of her with you in some local social magazine. When I saw your picture, I knew it was fate. I knew it was the Universe giving me a second chance. And as if the signs hadn’t been clear enough, Blair had then asked me if I could meet that week.”
She paused and smiled at me. “It was destiny that brought us back together, Dean. So I vowed to do whatever it took to get you back.”
“But she’s your sister, Katherine. Your real sister. And you knew that I was her boyfriend. How could you hurt her like that?”
Katherine’s expression hardened. “Because you were my boyfriend first! I was your first love. I was the first person you made passionate love to. And if I hadn’t cheated on you, you’d already be my husband. And you know what? I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m the person you pictured when you were fucking her and all the other women you’d slept with after me.”
“You’re delusional! I was your boyfriend over a decade ago! I am no longer that guy anymore. I’m Blair’s boyfriend, and nothing you say will change that.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Dean. Blair’s the delusional one. Now that she knows everything, she knows that I was your first. For such a family-oriented girl like her, I’m not sure she can let you fuck her without picturing how hard you once fucked me, how wet you once made me, and how much you loved eating me out. That’s something she can’t change. I was your first love, your first fuck, and your pussy that you worshiped. She’ll always know when you’re deep inside her, she’s having my slopping seconds.”
Katherine threw her head back in laughter, and that was when I’d lost it. But before I went over and slapped her across the face, a sudden movement from the corner of my eyes caught my attention.
It was Blair, and she’d walked through the half-open front door and stormed toward Katherine. Katherine turned to see who it was but before she could react, Blair curled her hand into a tight fist and threw it across the air. As if in slow motion, I watched the fist of the woman I loved forcefully pound across the face of the woman I hated.
