My Bestfriend's Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299

Arabella Rivera

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“You taste divine.” Dean Winchester moans, kissing the creamy skin of my thigh. I moan arching my back in pleasure.

He continues to trail open mouth kisses along my thigh, his piercing eyes not once leaving my face. He smirks when I shiver.

“Let’s see how you taste here.” He smirks, forcing my legs to part.

My breathing was now labored, my chest rising and falling like I had just run a marathon. My fingers tangle in his hair as he brings his mouth

down to my-

“Haiden I know you’ve always made bad decisions but stealing cigarettes? Really! I am so tired of having to clean up your mess!” A loud

feminine piercing voice blasts.

I groan, stirring in my comfortable bed. I clench the covers in my hands, gripping them tightly in irritation. I pressed the side of my face on my white–colored bedding and threw one of my pillows over my head as a useless way to block out their loud tones.

Dean Winchester and I were just about to-

“I never fucking told you to clean up my mess! If you’re tired of me causing trouble for your precious reputation then send me the fuck away. It would be better for all of us!” The gruff male tone definitely belonged to Haiden. His voice was sour and spoke of his anger.

“Don’t you dare talk to me in that kind of tone Haiden!” The voice that obviously belonged to Mrs. Cross raged out. “And stop cursing the neighbors will hear!”

Too late. Not only did I hear but you also woke me up from my dream.

I breathed out a sigh turning on my back and throw the pillow to my side in frustration. I stared at the spinning fan on the ceiling for a few seconds. Growing bored, I part my feet and peeked between them. The television mounted on the wall was still on.

Somehow I had managed to fall asleep watching supernatural. The voices of Dean and Sam Winchester were like a barely–there whisper

because of the low volume.

I preferred it that way, soft and unheard so mother would not know that I was watching anything other than documentaries.

“Do I look like I fucking care!?” Haiden’s voice is so loud it nearly pierces my eardrums.

I suppose I should have gotten used to it by now. It was like a routine, he would do something bad and his mother would scold him. Louder

than necessary.

I hear the undeniable footsteps approaching my door and like a lightning bolt I sit up, reach over for the remote and switch off the television.

The doorknob turns and I waited with anticipation. Mother’s head peeks inside, her blonde hair in perfect curls around her face. Lips stained with red lipstick and brows plucked to perfection. Her green eyes fall to my sitting form on the bed.

She fully enters and the pencil skirt and blouse she wore hugged her small figure. Her heels clacked on the white marble as she walked. Her form is straight and confident as she strides./

“Those barbarians are at it again.” She says sourly, walking over to my window and slides it shut. It barely does justice for Haiden and Mrs. Cross’s voice still penetrates through.

She glares out of the window. “Honestly Charlotte should get a hold of her son. The boy is a lost cause.” She turns to face me.” Stay away from boys like that Arabella, they’re only going to bring trouble.”

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Chapter 299

It’s not like you and dad would allow me anyway.

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Of course I don’t say that out loud. I settled for a small nod, completely agreeing. She was right, Haiden is someone you should stay clear of.

He was trouble. He was like an overflowing bag of chaos wrapped in one human being.

“Good.” Her voice sounds pleased. She approaches me. “Your father and I want to have dinner alone tonight, I will make sure Gertrude brings

dinner to your room.”

When she is beside me, she reaches over and tucks my brown hair behind my ears. “Will you have a problem staying in your room tonight darling? Sorry that you can’t join, it’s your father and I’s tenth anniversary and we want to celebrate it alone.”

I wanted to point out to her that she had already mentioned that they wanted to spend it alone but refrain. I would rather stay cooked up in my room than suffocate the unbearable awkwardness at the dinner table.

“I have no complaints, mother.”

She smiles and lifts my chin with her freshly manicured finger. “You’re my perfect girl.” She playfully pinches my chin and steps back.

“Make sure you’re asleep by eight. Tomorrow is the first day of your senior year and you need plenty rest.” She says and walks over to my

door.

Honestly, I wished she hadn’t reminded me. I was not looking forward to my senior year. It felt like the entire world was on my shoulders just by thinking about it.

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