Chapter Two

Bennet

Screeching – Rhylie I’d wager – distracts me from my ideas and my hardening cock, drawing my consideration to my brother’s workplace door. I knock, don’t trouble to attend for a reply, and stride in. At this level, there’s nothing to be executed in regards to the boner I failed to manage.

One thing onerous and sharp – however light-weight – glances off my left temple, stinging like a bitch. Adopted by a number of different objects hitting numerous components of me. They bounce off me simply, however the ones that catch my face sting.

“What the…”

Earlier than I can end, one other two, three, 4 missiles collide with numerous components of my physique. A heavy steel object slams into my junk, inflicting me to hiss out the top of my assertion by means of gritted enamel, “Fuck?!”

I hear a low chuckle – Cole – however earlier than I can give attention to him, extra objects are launched at me.

“Cease! Cease!” I yell on the onslaught, but it surely all retains coming. “Cole? Cole! Slightly assist?”

My brother is totally pissing his pants from behind the security of his desk, and my eyes lastly relaxation on my attacker; Rhylie. She’s standing to the facet of Cole’s desk, one hand on her hip, the opposite raised and poised able to throw regardless of the fuck it’s she’s been launching at me.

“Cease, Rhylie! Jesus. Peace!” I cry as a flurry of rulers are fired at me in fast succession.

I’ve handy it to her; she’s gone for an actual collection of them to pelt me with: an array of plastic ones; old-fashioned picket ones; and even smooth trendy steel ones. The one factor all of them have in frequent, although, is that they’re twelve inches. I chew again a smirk and swallow down the cheeky touch upon the tip of my tongue about that.

Solely, I’m not the one smiling anymore, when an workplace stapler makes contact with the Crown Jewels. One way or the other, I handle to remain on my ft. I suppose I’m product of stronger stuff, even when my eyes are watering from the ache.

Shit, that’s two nut photographs she’s bought me with now. The lady’s a demon with the workplace provides. I can actually really feel my probabilities of ever being a father dwindling away. Any extra hits to that space and my soldier is perhaps out of motion solely for some time.

Cole simply laughs.

The bastard.

When Rhylie reaches for Cole’s heavy brass vintage desk lamp – a household heirloom belonging to our nice grandfather – Cole lastly steps in.

“Sufficient Rhylie,” he tells her in a agency voice. “Depart the lamp alone.”

The fucking minx pouts – really pouts! – and bats her eyelashes at him.

“Awww, Cole…” she wheedles.

“No,” he emphatically replies. “Staplers and rulers are one factor, however I draw the road at having to wash up damaged glass.”

He shakes his head, however the look he provides Rhylie is extra indulgent than reprimanding. Amusement is etched throughout his face.

“What the fuck?” I ask. “Why the hell has she bought a lot shit to throw at me?”

I spin round and rapidly depend two staplers – the nut photographs – and a dozen or so plastic, picket, and steel rulers littering the ground round me.

“Why the hell do you might have so many rulers, Cole?”

“I don’t! She introduced all that shit in right here along with her!” he insists.

“Ha!” Rhylie cries in jubilation. “I raided the stationery cabinet on my approach in. Depend your self fortunate I didn’t use pencils. These issues are fucking sharp. I may puncture a testicle with one!”

Earlier than both of us can reply, she reaches down right into a brown field on the seat subsequent to her – why didn’t I discover that earlier than? – and continues to pelt me with extra workplace provides. Erasers bounce off my brow. I’ve to confess, she’s bought a imply intention. I throw my brother a panicked look and mouth the phrase “assist” at him.

He, after all, ignores me once more, till she reaches for the glass paperweights etched with the corporate brand.

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