You’re Mine

Chapter 101

Easton We're not really cleaning up much out here.

More like the three of us are shooting the shit and talking about taking the boat out with the girls before we head home.

Occasionally, we'll toss a chair cushion back on the couch and pick up the beer bottles and cans we left scattered on the tables from last night, throwing them all away in the discrete trash can that sits nearby.

The back door suddenly swings open and Aisha bursts outside, screaming like she's being chased by a serial killer with Sadie following after her, that serious expression on her face telling me she's intent on murdering her, just as she promised.

"Blake, oh my God, tell her to stop!"

Aisha yells as she runs into his arms, panting like she's just ran ten miles.

He holds her close, rubbing her back as he glares at Sadie.

“What the fuck is your problem?” "Don't talk to her like that,"

Ryan interjects, defending his girl.

Aw, so sweet.

Though we've got no time for sentiment right now.

"Sadie, what happened?"

I ask as Ryan goes to her and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and glaring at Blake and Aisha.

"She's a complete bitch,"

Sadie practically snarls, pointing at Aisha.

"Talking so much shit to us, yet acting like an innocent angel for you guys.

Don't fall for her lies, Blake—she's a psycho!"

Damn.

If anyone is acting like a psycho right now...

I hate to say it, but Sadie is borderline hysterical.

"I'm the psycho?"

Aisha turns in Blake's arms, her back to his front as she rests her hand on her chest.

"You're the one who's chasing me with a knife!” Sadie glances down at her empty hands before holding them out in front of her.

"I don't have a knife, you fucking whore bag.” "Hey, no need for name calling,” Blake says fiercely.

"We can talk about this like reasonable adults."

"Reasonable? She's accusing me of chasing her with a knife when I never even had one! What the hell are you talking about?"

Sadie sounds on the verge of tears and Ryan tucks her close to him, rubbing her back as he whispers to her.

I can only assume he's trying to calm her down.

The triumphant expression on Aisha's face is unmistakable. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The girl is trying to make Sadie look like she's out of her mind, and it's working.

Such a manipulative bitch.

Harper suddenly appears in the open doorway, rubbing her ass with a pained expression on her face.

"Everything okay out here?"

I rush toward her, crowding her in the doorway, my voice low so no one else can hear me.

"Are you okay?"

"I fell.” She winces when I rest my hand on her right ass cheek.

"Landed on my butt."

"What do you mean, you fell?"

Sadie rushes over, a contrite expression on her face.

"I'm so sorry I pushed you.

I didn't mean to.

I don't know my own strength sometimes, I swear."

What the hell? Sadie pushed Harper? Maybe Aisha is right.

Maybe Sadie is the troublemaker in this situation.

“It's no big deal,"

Harper says, reaching out to grab Sadie’s hand and give it a squeeze.

"I'm fine.

Just landed hard on that cold tile floor."

Everyone starts talking over each other after that.

Ryan is yelling at Blake.

Blake is yelling at Sadie.

Harper keeps insisting she's okay while I keep asking her to tell me what exactly happened in the kitchen.

Aisha stands off to the side by herself, a witness to the chaos that I know she caused while never saying a damn word.

Smug bitch.

"Okay, that's it.

We're done,"

I finally announce loudly, everyone going silent.

"Let's pack it up and head home."

"I thought we were going out on the lake—"

Blake starts, but I shut him up with a pointed look.

"Sadie, I'm so sorry if you thought I said something to hurt your feelings.” Aisha says, her eyes wide and her lips formed into a pout.

As if she's the innocent victim in all of this.

"Fuck off,"

Sadie mutters as she walks past her and heads straight into the house, Ryan following after her.

"I'm going to our room to pack up my stuff."

Harper tells me.

I kiss her cheek and pat her ass.

“Go on in, babe.

I'll be there in a few."

I watch her pull the door shut before I turn my attention to Blake and Aisha.

"I don't know what the hell you did just now, but you're not welcome here anymore."

Blake steps in front of Aisha as if he's going to actually try and defend her, "She did nothing, Easton.

It's obvious Sadie went off her meds or whatever and now she's making up lies."

“Pretty sure the only one lying here is Aisha."

I pause for a moment, letting my words sink in.

"And possibly you, Blake.” He rests his hands on his hips, squinting at me as if he doesn't recognize me anymore.

I feel the same way, bro, is what I want to tell him.

But I keep my lips shut.

“I'm not lying about anything.

I thought we were good.

I came here to have fun.

Aisha just cooked all of us a huge breakfast.

She's trying to make peace with the girls, and this is how they treat her?"

He scratches the back of his head, his man bun wobbling with the movement.

"This is all kinds of fucked up.

Come on, Aisha.

We're out of here.” "I need to get my stuff,” she whines.

"Let's go then."

Blake heads for the back door, Aisha following him, but I grab her arm, stopping her.

"I know what you're up to,"

I whisper.

“It won't work."

Her smile is like a baring of teeth.

"You don't have any idea who you're dealing with, do you?” She flounces away with her nose in the air and I slowly shake my head.

Damn, I really don't trust that girl.

Not one fucking bit.