Bound To You

Chapter 12

"Never...again." I winced, patting Whitney's back as she threw up the contents in her stomach, her head pushed as far as possible into the toilet bowl.

"So sorry." I said, wincing again as she continued to throw up.

"What exactly was in-" Her sentence was cut short as another heave racked her body. "Eww, gross." She whined, wiping her mouth with some toilet paper.

"I can hear Hunter and Vance throwing up." I grimaced, scratching my neck nervously.

"What the hell was in that cake?" She asked, sitting down so her back was against the wall.

"Cak-"

"And if you say cake stuff, I will slap you." I realized then that Whitney was not a girl you wanted to mess with.

Oops.

It's not like I planned to give them food poisoning. I just wanted the cake to be disgusting so they would spit everywhere.

But no.

It had to taste fantastic. And get them sick.

In other words, fabulous but deadly

"Still throwing up?" Vincent came in then, and I silently prayed to the heavens.

"Awesome, you're her mate, right?" I didn't wait for an answer, as I was already half way towards the door. "Take care of her!" I called, before slamming the door shut.

"You've managed to get two of my best men sick, plus my step-sister. Would you like to spray any more of your luck on us?" I glared at Colton.

"I already feel bad enough as it is. Do you have to make it worse?" His eyes softened, and he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." I smirked against his chest.

Wow, this guy was too easy.

"Just because you apologized doesn't mean you get a kiss." I said when he brought his head closer to me. He pouted, but I just shook my head.

"Tease." He pouted again, and I grinned cheekily.

"Only for you."

Wow, listen to me. What have I become?

"So, what did you put in that cake?" He asked, following me out the front door, and sitting on the porch swing with me.

"Flour, eggs, sugar, pinch of salt-"

"Wait, did you say eggs?" He asked, his eyes widening slightly. I nodded, opening my mouth to continue listing off the ingredients of my cake. "Shit." He hissed, rubbing his face.

"What?" I asked, giving up on the ingredients. It was obvious he wasn't listening.

"Those eggs were old." He muttered, rubbing his neck.

"How old?" I asked slowly.

"Let's just say, they're old enough to have been seen by Jesus." I sighed, rubbing my temples.

"And what are Jesus-old-eggs doing in the God damn fridge?" I asked in exasperation.

He only shrugged, making me face-palm.

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"That's right. I'm innocent." I nodded proudly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm gonna slap him." Whitney growled, although it sounded more like a whine.

"You're gonna have to stop throwing your guts up if you want to achieve that." I commented.