Shut up

Dahlia POV

I was startled with the sound of the door opening which is a good thing because I don't need to be thinking about what happened just one time between me and David Sterling. The mere fact that I've lost my virginity to him is humiliating enough without even considering the current level of ridiculousness and drama that's been added to it. Anyway, it's old news. Ancient history. So what if it was only thirty days ago? It was one of those things that never should have happened in the first place.

I move away from the door, and it pushes open immediately. I brace myself for the inevitable imminent conversation with my father. I spun around, expecting to see my father's concerned face.

But its not my father. Its David. He closes the door behind him and leaned against the doorframe, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he took in my disheveled state. I exhaled forcefully. I know my father suggested we talk, but right now? Why is the universe throwing all sort of karma to me today. I will try my possible best not to sin again Universe, just please. I mentally begged.

"Well, hello sister," he says, his voice low and husky emphasizing the word "sister" as gave his usual smug asshole look. "Looks like someone's having a rough day." He adds.

He should be just as worried as I am, but ofcourse he's not. He's David fucking Sterling. This type of situation only adds to his fucked up reputation.

"Don't call me that," I snapped.

"Oh, but you heard your dearest daddy, Flower," he says. "We're going to be siblings now." He said with a high-pitched glee of sarcasm in his voice

My eyes narrowed, and a spark of anger ignited within me. How dare he? He had no right to be here, to witness my private meltdown.

"What do you want, David?" I spat, trying to keep my voice steady.

He pushed off the doorframe, his movements fluid and confident. "Just thought I'd check on you," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "It's not every day you sleep as an only child and wake up to be a sister to a gorgeous person like me."

"Don't say such stupid things," I say as I raise an eyebrow, incredulous. "You think I'm handling it okay? You think finding out my father is engaged to your mother is something I can just... handle?" His responses are the reasons why my hands itch to slap him whenever he utters a word. He opens his mouth, and it's like you're writing with nails on a chalkboard.

David laughs which sounds very charming. "Shit," he says. "It must be hard going through life with a stick up your ass."

"Shut up," I hiss, narrowing my eyes. "Did you know about this before you and I...you know?"

He steps forward, away from the door, and stands inches from me, so close I can feel his breath warm the air between us. "You know…? You mean, you weren't expecting a family reunion, Flower?" " he says, his tone confused. "What are you asking, Flower?"

The blood rushes to my head. "Stop calling me that, David," I say. "Or I'm going to start referring to you as a shithead."

David's smirk faltered for a moment, and I saw a flicker of something else in his eyes. Something that looked almost like... concern.

But then, his mask slipped back into place, and he took a step closer, his mouth mere millimeters from my ear. "Oh, you mean my nicknames for you – Flower, Princess. Well, you can call me 'Oh God'," he says. "Like you did before. When we were...you know." He winks at me before bringing his tongue out as the last word drops off his mouth like sin.

Fuck. This is worse than I ever imagined. Heat floods my face, and I put my hands on his chest, pushing him back. "Screw you, David."

Laughing, he sweeps away the lock of jet black-colored hair that falls briefly over his forehead. "Nah, Yale," he said. "You already did that. Plus you're not exactly in a position to be giving orders, Princess. And if I recall right which by the way I always do, it involved a lot of you underneath my body, moaning...Oh God, right there, Oh God, David, David..." He mimics me, his tone high-pitched and breathy, the sound of his voice echoing through my father's office, amplified in the enclosed space.

What happens next is out of character. I have never done something like that in my entire life. But I don't even think about it before I do it.