"WHAT?!"

I stared at Angelica as she dropped her wedding magazine, "I said I need you out of the house by dusk tomorrow."

She stared at me in shock, "but we're going to be married."

"no. We are not. You are my childhood friend Angelica nothing more and its best you go after this, having you around would only make things weird."

And damage my relationship with Calla.

She blinked rapidly, "childhood friend?! you have never kicked me out of your home before! how can you call us friends after everything! We were each others first time!"

I noticed Callas slight flinch from the corner of my eye as she lay sprawled across the couch -looking beautiful as always in a short blue baby doll- long forgotten by Angelica. Yet the blonde did not look all that surprised.

"I am aware of that Angelica, but that was long ago."

She grit her teeth, "but it wasn't the only time! I'm the only woman in your life you have wanted more than once."

She was actually the only one so convenient.

Callas the only one I have ever wanted more than once. I did my best to act like a gentleman for Angelica when we were...together because I knew she was more into the whole thing than me and she had this illusion of how I would be with her.

When it comes to Calla I act like a gentleman but I want to fuck her like an animal.

And I do.

Always will. Because I know she loves it. She loves it when I'm mean to her in bed.

And I never saw the point in restraining myself with her when it makes us both so god damned hot for one another. I would be gentle with her if she truly wanted me to. But there was just something about the roughness of it all that really gets her going.

The little masochist.

"It was a mistake doing any of that with you."

She gaped at me, turning the whole thing into something about sex, "A mistake?! who could possibly pleasure you like I can?!"

Calla. She's much better at it actually. Tiny and soft with a surprising amount of stamina and a very adventurous spirit. A natural instinct to be sweetly submissive in sexual situations and a willingness to try pretty much anything and everything.

The woman was a seductive masterpiece that would screw your brains out and then proceed to debate with you as she cuddled up to you and traced patterns on your skin.

But it wasn't like I could tell Angelica that, "I don't love you Angelica not like that."

She stomped her foot like a child, "but that can change, I would do anything for you Kaden, make you feel better than anyone!"

I was getting tiered of this, I wanted her gone so I could go back to getting Calla back, "would you let me shove a gag in your mouth, tie you to the bed on your stomach and spank you until you ass turns cherry red then proceed to helplessly take it as I fucked you mercilessly and selfishly without any mind to your pleasure?"

Angelica stared at me in shock, mouth agape.

I noticed Calla from the corner of my eye, He cheeks a sweet shade of pink and her thighs clenched together. She was squirming a bit, the same way she always would when I whispered dirty things in her ear.

I looked back to Angelica as she struggled to speak, "Thats not funny Kaden!"

I rose a brow at her, "I'm not joking."

"you were never rough with me."

"I was never satisfied with you either." Low blow, I knew it was, but I just wanted her gone.

She blinked, "is this about your pet? I already told you that you could keep her!"

Yes this is about Calla, not in the way she thinks though. And I highly doubt she would want me keeping the blonde after she first realized why I would make her sleep in a separate room. After she caught us, which she would if she stayed too long anyways. "This is not about Calla."

"I even told you I would be nice to her!"

She would try to kill her the moment she walked in and Calla was doing something obscene with me or to me. The little thing really is a tart behind closed doors, so deliciously improper and immoral.

That didn't mean my brother could call her one though. Calla was a tart for me and only me. Sweet like one too.

A smirk tugged at my lips before I mentally chided myself.

Just because Calla was nice enough to consider taking me back didn't mean I could be having sexual fantasies about her run rampant in my head right now.

Sometimes I really wish I could put her in normal clothes so I wouldn't want to bend her over the nearest surface all the time.

Who the hell am I kidding, I would still want to do that even if she was was in baggy sweats and an even baggier t-shirt.

I mentally scolded myself again, glancing at Angelica, "I don't care if you agreed to be nice to her, you should do that anyways seeing as she is my pet and I am your friend."

He fingers balled into fists, "I have known you longer than anyone Kaden, there is no better woman to be your wife."

"you know what I allow you to know Angelica."

"I know you more thank anyone! even if it is not everything, I know who you are!"

I needed a drink.

"Angelica...you are making this harder than it needs to be."

She huffed, "I am telling you Kaden there will be no other woman who is willing to put up with that little fiend...and as for your sexaul deviancies, we can work on that."

or I could work on getting back with Calla, the woman who accepts me; sexual deviancies, physical flaw, mental flaws and all."There is nothing to work on Angelica, we are never going to be wed and you will be leaving at dusk. That is final."

She looked like she wanted to argue but after knowing me for so many years she knew better. She rushed from the room.

I watched her go, wondering not for the first time what had happened to the girl I grew up with and the woman I used to know. Wondering if perhaps it was my fault she was was the spoilt brat she is now.

A glass of brandy was pressed into my hand as the door clicked shut, I glanced over to see Callas big blue eyes turned onto me, a sadness in them I couldn't quite pinpoint, "you looked like you could use this."

I took the glass from her thankfully, "thank you Calla."

She nodded, gaze flicking to the door, "She wasn't always like that was she?"

I was quiet for a long moment, "When we were children she used to make flower crowns in the gardens of the estate I was locked away in and force me to wear them. Said eventually the brightness of the flowers would seep into my life."

A single tear slipped from her lashes as she asked to no one but herself what made Angelica the way she was today before turning to me, "And has it? the brightness of the flowers seeped into your life I mean."

I looked at her for a very long moment, tempted to brush the stray lock of curled hair from her face as she was lost in her own curious thoughts, "Yes..I finally found the perfect flower."