HUGE HOUSE HATES: AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE (HUGE Series)
HUGE HOUSE HATES: Chapter 3

There is a woman in our house.

There hasn’t been a woman living here since Mom passed away. Granted, there have been many women who have passed through our door. Or maybe I should be a little more honest and say that there has been a revolving door of women coming and going since me and my brothers went through puberty.

Coming and going is one thing. The coming part is what we all like the best. There’s nothing better than watching a woman’s face as I give her the key to heaven. The going part isn’t bad either. I hate sleeping in the same room as someone else. I’ve never met a woman I’ve been interested in enough to bother with conversation or social interaction outside of flirting and dirty talk. I do whatever I need to do to get between their legs and no more. And they always leave satisfied.

But now a woman is living in our house, and not just any woman. She’s our father’s girlfriend’s daughter. Well, Adelaide was recently upgraded from girlfriend to fiancée, so I guess that makes the scowling girl who snarled at us in the hallway our stepsister-to-be. I snort as my mind drifts over her abrasive introduction. Just pretend that I don’t exist, she said.

I run my hands over my head to smooth out the residual water and step out of the shower to dry myself. Maybe I’m an arrogant ass for expecting Cora to be just a little thankful that we’re accepting her into our home. Not that we had a choice. Good old Randolph, aka dad of the year, didn’t exactly give us a choice, but Cora doesn’t know that.

Instead of being grateful, she thinks she can walk into our house and bark orders at us. She wants to make the rules within five minutes of stepping over the threshold. She looked down her nose at us like we were something brown she trod in on the sidewalk.

We went from pissed that Cora was moving in but resolving to be polite, to flat-out pissed off in the space of five seconds.

Well, if little miss Cora wants to treat us like assholes, we might as well act like assholes.

Pretending she’s not there will be fun, and yes, I sound like a juvenile douchebag for wanting to play games, but sometimes people need to be taught a lesson, and it seems Cora is one of those people.

Tobias came up with the idea of taking Cora’s orders literally. I got to be the first to show her exactly what it would be like to live like a ghost in a house full of men. Forget keeping our private business out of the communal areas. This house is ours, and Cora will see everything that goes on here, whether she likes it or not.

Maybe she’ll resort to sitting in her room alone. Maybe we’ll succeed in getting her to move out. Either of those would be great.

Like we told Dad, a house of men isn’t the right place for a girl who isn’t family.

I don’t bother to wrap that towel around my waist as I leave the bathroom, sauntering to my room as though I have all the time in the world. I’m hoping that Cora will still be in the hallway so that she can blush at the sight of my cock again and find interesting places on the wall or ceiling to fix her gaze.

Those pretty pink lips of hers parted just enough to let me know what she was thinking about. Girls pretend they’re all virginal of thought when their minds are just as dirty as any man. She was thinking about getting on her knees for me. She was thinking about opening her mouth and letting me push my cock down her tight little throat.

Fuck.

Getting hot for the enemy has to be off the table. I don’t want to be tempted by a woman who looks at me with disgust.

Cora isn’t in the hallway.

I’m quick to dress, initially pulling out a gray tee and black joggers, then deciding against the tee. The number of clothes worn in this household is about to decrease drastically.

Grabbing my phone from my desk, I head downstairs, wanting a snack before beginning phase two of the plan to annoy Cora.

The doorbell rings just before eight pm and doesn’t stop ringing for the next hour as most of the contacts from my phone begin to arrive for the party that we planned last-minute. I’ve invited some of my modeling contacts. It’s a cutthroat and superficial world, but I’ve managed to find a handful of decent people since I was signed by Astral Models Inc. Alden’s group are rougher round the edges, with their chipped and dirty fingernails synonymous with the artist crowd. Mark’s friends are an eclectic group. Some of the people who work at his accountancy firm are straightlaced, and some appear clutching bags of booze like they’re desperate to drink away the boredom of their number-crunching existence.

Tobias and River are still at college, and as they both play football, their friends are a mix of giant athletes and tiny but fierce cheerleaders.

Between us, we manage to fill the downstairs of the house at short notice. The sound system gets louder and louder. The people get drunker and drunker. Between my fourth and fifth bottle of beer, I forget why we arranged a midweek party in the first place.

“Danny!” The voice that calls out to me is high-pitched and excited. As I turn, I find a girl, who I’m sure Tobias has fucked, pushing through the crowd toward me. What’s her name? Ellie, Allie?

“Hi,” I say as my alcohol-softened brain tries to remember something I never cared to learn in the first place.

She goes up on tiptoes to press a kiss on my cheek, a little closer to my mouth than is standard. She smells of strawberries in a way that feels childish rather than sultry. “How’s the modeling going. Toby told me you were in Europe?”

“Yeah. I did a shoot for a watch brand,” I say.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Europe,” she gushes.

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Her blue eyes go blank for a moment. Does she not realize that Europe is made up of over forty different countries with different languages and cultures?

“Just, you know. All over.” Her face falls, uncertainty making her hazel eyes widen.

“Yeah,” I say. “You should go.”

“I might,” she says, relieved. “After I graduate. My dad wants me to get a job right away, but you only live once, right?”

“Exactly,” I say.

Allie, or Ellie, or whatever her name is, bites her bottom lip and touches her wavy brown hair, making it obvious that she wants to hook up. It doesn’t bother me that my brothers have already run up in her. I’m easy when it comes to sex. Human bodies were created with inbuilt capacities for infinite pleasure. I’m good with people seeking out their pleasure wherever and whenever they want to. And she’s pretty in a cute and nonmemorable kind of way. Exactly the kind of girl I’d usually go for after a few drinks have loosened my mind.

I glance around the room, searching for my brothers. Tobias already has his tongue down the throat of a blonde who’s draped in his lap. River is playing a drinking game with five dudes who look like they could shoulder the weight of the world, they’re so huge. Alden is mixing cocktails, and Mark is talking animatedly with a girl I modeled with for a magazine cover.

Then I spot Cora in the doorway, dressed in cute, tie-dyed boy shorts and a panda shirt, with her hands on her hips. The fury in her eyes as she gazes around at the mess of people, empty bottles, and discarded pizza boxes almost ripples the air in front of her.

For a second, a flicker of guilt disrupts my smugness. She has work tomorrow, and it’s after midnight. This probably isn’t what she imagined living here would be like, especially on her first night. But fuck her.

Pretend I don’t exist. That’s what she asked for, so that’s what she’s going to get. There’s no room for guilt or sentimentality.

Her eyes meet mine, and it’s like a jolt of electricity passes between us for a second. With cute glasses perched on her button nose, and her hair tugged into a messy bun on the top of her head, she looks like the adorable archetypal girl next door.

But then I remember she’s a harpy, and the cuteness slides off her like oil off Teflon.

I wink at Cora, watching as her face goes red and her jaw clenches with anger, then I rest my hand on Allie’s hip and turn my attention to her eager face. “You know, you look so beautiful,” I tell her. “I love this look on you. I swear I saw a similar dress on a runway in Paris.” She beams, filled with confidence at my false praise, and I hate myself even more.

But I don’t get a chance to redeem myself from assholesville because she’s up on her tiptoes again, and this time her lips meet mine.

The kiss isn’t terrible. It’s fucking sexy. I can see why Tobias took her upstairs to fuck her. In seconds, her tongue slides over mine, and my cock is rock hard between us. Her hands paw at my chest and biceps, then slide up under the hem of my shirt.

In normal circumstances, I’d take some time to build up with this girl, but with Cora watching, I don’t want to waste an opportunity to show her just how much I’m pretending she doesn’t exist.

I tug my shirt over my head in a swift movement, giving whatever-her-name-is a look at what she was hunting for. And before I go back to kissing her, I make sure to glance back at the doorway one more time, finding Cora still there with rage in her eyes, and maybe something else too.

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