by Bella King
Chapter 6
The cabin was split into two halves, with a common room in the center. I didn’t see why we couldn’t each just have our own cabin, but the resort was very communal, which I found distasteful. Maybe that was just the introvert in me but having random people in my personal living space made me uncomfortable.
The Cadwell family would be sleeping in one half of the cabin, while mine would be in the other. Thankfully, I had my own room.
“Um, Amy,” my dad said, coming up to me like he wanted something.
“What?” I asked, seeing Anthony standing there as though he just told my dad something.
“Do you think you could make some room for Anthony? There’s a bunk bed in your room, I think,” My dad said quietly into my ear.
“What?!” I spun around and took a step back. “What’s wrong with his room?”
Anthony gave me a pout from across the room while my dad explained. “Anthony’s parents need separate rooms. They’re going through a divorce,” My dad whispered.
I groaned. “Why would they come on the trip together then?”
My dad frowned. “Be respectful please, Amy. I don’t want to have any issues with the Cadwells. They’re still grieving about their daughter.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There were two perfectly good rooms on the other side of the cabin that could be used by Anthony and his parents, but his parents were so special that they needed their own rooms due to their shitty marriage.
Anthony licked his lips at me from across the room. Oh, hell no. I wasn’t doing this. I would sleep outside before I slept in a room with that creep.
My dad left me and went to his room with my mom to unpack. Anthony’s parents went to their room, and I slunk to my room to put my stuff away, shutting the door behind me in hopes that Anthony would get the message.
He didn’t. Seconds later, Anthony slipped into the room, looking at the small bunk bed that was supposed to fit both of us. “I get the top,” he said, flinging his heavy bag onto the top bunk of the bed and causing the whole thing to rock.
“I don’t think the top is stable enough for you,” I said.
Anthony was a big guy, with wide shoulders and a muscular physique. He looked like he played sports but I knew that he didn’t. He probably spent a decent amount of time in the gym. It was a shame that such a nice body was wasted on a man with such a shit attitude.
Anthony shrugged. “I could always come down and sleep in your bed with you.”
“I swear to god, if you so much as think about it I’ll stab you through the mattress with a screwdriver,” I growled.
Anthony looked taken aback and slightly aroused at the same time. “Tough girl. I like it.”
“No, you don’t like it,” I said, taking off my jacket and throwing it on my bed. “You’d be dead.”
“Not if I overpowered you,” Anthony said, his face switching from playful to frighteningly cold and serious.
I didn’t like the way he was looking at me one bit. It was possible that his sister was a murderer. Did he have a violent streak in him as well? I didn’t want to find out. I was legitimately considering sleeping with a knife now.
Anthony stepped up to me and stared me down, not saying a word. He enjoyed this, making me feel small and helpless. It was his way of gaining power over me. I wouldn’t let him.
“What?” I asked quietly, stepping to the side.
He smiled slowly. “Just you try something and see what happens, Amy. I’ve been nice to you so far, but I don’t have to be.”
“You’re not going to do anything to me,” I stated, but I didn’t feel as confident as I sounded.
Anthony chuckled and eased back, taking off his jacket to reveal that he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath it.
“You’re going to walk around like that?” I asked as he tossed his jacket onto the floor.
“I do what I want,” He replied, striding out of the room in just a pair of black jeans.
I knew that already.
Anthony’s back was also covered in tattoos like the front of him. They trailed down to his buttocks, which was partially exposed due to how low his jeans hung on his slim waist. I watched him leave before unzipping my bag and unpacking my belongings.
It was only a minute before Anthony came back in with his nipples as hard as diamonds. “Cold out there,” he said, climbing up the bunk bed and rummaging through his bag.
I laughed. “Were you outside without a shirt on?”
“I was taking a piss,” Anthony said, jumping down from the bed behind me with a t-shirt in hand.
I jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. “Jesus, Anthony. Don’t jump down from the bed like that.” I shook my head at him. “Why were you outside if you were using the bathroom?”
“There was someone in the bathroom already,” Anthony replied, as though that made peeing outside a viable option.
“There is such a thing as waiting,” I replied, slightly amused.
“I don’t like waiting,” Anthony responded.
“Is there anything you do like?” I asked sarcastically.
“Yeah,” Anthony said. “I like skiing.”
That was another place where we differed. “I’m not a huge fan,” I admitted.
“Why not?” Anthony asked.
I turned my back to him and continued to take clothes from my bag. “It’s dangerous, I guess. I’m not very good.”
I smelled him before I heard him right behind me. He was very close, and the cold scent of snow mixed with the bitterness of smoke infiltrated my nostrils the way fresh baked cookies would when they can out of the oven. It was powerful and dare I say slightly arousing.
“What’s so dangerous about skiing? Maybe you want me to teach you,” Anthony said into my ear quietly.
I got goosebumps instantly, shuddering and squirming away from him. “I don’t need lessons. I’m fine. It’s just not my thing,” I said, my heart beating way faster than it should have in my chest.
“Just thought I would offer,” Anthony said, winking at me.
I frowned and pulled the rest of my clothes out of my bag, placing them on the bed.
“Are those your panties?” Anthony asked, coming around from behind me again and peering over my shoulder at the neat pile of silk and lace that laid on top of the rest of my clothes.
I covered them with my hand. “Hey, leave my stuff alone.”
Anthony chuckled deeply. “Those are awfully naughty for a ski trip. Expecting some action?”
I turned bright red and couldn’t find my words. How could I explain to him that this is what I always wore without him twisting it into something sexually inappropriate.
Anthony noticed how flustered I was getting. “Hey,” he said, laughing. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about it. It’ll be our secret.”
“We don’t have secrets together,” I finally said. “That’s gross.” I grabbed the pile of underwear and shoved it in the bedside table, slamming it shut. “Don’t go through my stuff.”
Anthony shrugged. “At some point, I won’t have to. You’ll be showing it off for me.”
I couldn’t believe this guy. I would never do anything that could be remotely misconstrued as pleasing toward him. No way. Never.
“Leave me alone,” I said. Pulling a sweater over my head and rushing out of the room to find my parents. I was getting hungry and I wanted to take a break from Anthony’s nonsense for long enough to keep my sanity.
Chapter 7
“Amy, you’re just in time. Mr. Cadwell has invited us all to lunch,” my dad said as I stepped out of my room.
I had the urge to tell him that I wasn’t hungry, but I stopped myself, remembering what he said about being respectful. I wouldn’t stoop to Anthony’s level just because I didn’t like him. I was better than that.
I lifted my chin. “That’s very nice of him,” I said pleasantly, but inside I was raging. I would hardly get any time to myself this week.
> My dad smiled at me happily. “I thought you might like that. Could you get Anthony? I think his father would like for him to join us.”
Of course, he would, so that Anthony could terrorize me during lunch. Did he know how much of a prick his son was?
“I’ll be right back,” I said, doing a clean 180 to go back into the room where Anthony was.
I pushed open the door to find him in his boxers, pulling on a pair of pants that were just a tad too tight.
“Sorry,” I said, but I didn’t leave the room.
Anthony looked up at me and grinned. “Hey, not that you’ve seen me in my underwear, it’s only fair that I see you in yours.”
“No,” I replied bluntly. “You’re coming to lunch with us.”
Anthony perked up. “Oh yeah? Like a date?”
“No… Like our families are going and so are we,” I replied, losing patience.
Anthony slid a belt through the worn loops of his trousers, flexing his muscles more than he needed to get the task done. I shook my head at him while I watched him get ready. He took his time, showing off his toned torso as he reached for a shirt from the dresser.
“I could use a smoke before we go,” he noted, pulling a white t-shirt over his head.
I could see his tattoos through the thin fabric. Unbelievably sexy but also totally off-limits. I wasn’t going to let this punk get into my head like that.
“I could use a joint,” I muttered. I wasn’t the regular cannabis smoker, but I let myself indulge every once and a while. It was legal where we lived anyway.
Anthony’s face lit up.
Oh, no. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
“I have some if you want it,” Anthony replied excitedly.
“No thanks. I was only joking,” I replied.
“Sure, you were,” He said sarcastically. “What, you care what your parents think? Aren’t an adult?”
“Yes, I’m an adult, and yes, I care,” I replied, crossing my arms.
Anthony laughed. “They won’t know. Mix it with a little tobacco and you won’t smell a thing.”
“Maybe later. I don’t know,” I said, but I did want some, just not from him. It would be fine to let my brain slide for a few hours while I was on break. Guilty pleasure. At least I wasn’t smoking cigs like Anthony.
“I’ll roll us up something good after lunch then. Call it dessert,” Anthony said cheerfully, grabbing his coat and handing me mine.
He seemed a lot more innocent now that he had found something that we had in common. Like, genuinely interested in sharing instead of harassing me. If only he was always like that, he would be irresistible. As it stood, he was rude, annoying, and somewhat of a creep. Not my type.
I took my coat from him and pulled it on. Lunch couldn’t be that bad. The food was always top-notch at the ski resort. I couldn’t be too angry about being here.
Anthony and I walked out into the cold, finding our families and joining them on the short walk to the center where we would be dining.
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We were seated at a nice table, with a lace tablecloth and far too many utensils glistening silver under the fancy lights of the restaurant. Anthony insisted on sitting right beside me.
“You like soup?” Anthony asked as I opened the menu. He leaned in close, running a tattooed finger down the menu with a concentrated scowl on his face before finding a tomato soup. He tapped on the menu. “This one is good.”
“Thank you,” I replied, getting chills from his soft voice and the warmth of his breath near my ear.
“Really good,” Anthony said, leaning back in his seat and opening his menu.
I didn’t know why he had such a strong effect on me. One minute he was driving me up the wall, and the next he was giving me goosebumps with just his words. It was a cruel game.
Our families were too distracted by each other to pay any attention to us. They were discussing business as usual, and I didn’t want to have anything to do with that. It was sickening to me that my parents would want to talk about that during our vacation. Hadn’t they had enough of that while they were working?
I looked at the menu again, trying to pick something other than what Anthony had recommended, but honestly, I didn’t like most of the stuff here. It was really heavy and would put my into a sluggish food-coma if I indulged. If I was smoking a blunt with Anthony later, I would prefer to eat light.
The waiter came around too quickly, and I decided that I would just have to settle on what Anthony recommended.
Order were taken, but when the waiter got to Anthony, he ordered for me. “And Amy here will have the tomato soup,” he said, flashing me a smile.
The waiter nodded and left the table.
I turned to Anthony. “Why did you do that?”
“Do what?” He asked stupidly.
“I can order for myself, Anthony,” I huffed.
“Weren’t you going to get the soup?” Anthony said, grabbing his fork and trying to balance it on his cup. He couldn’t act mature.
“Maybe, but I can order for myself next time,” I snapped.
“Sheesh, chill out woman,” Anthony said, giving me a weirded out face.
He was right back on his bullshit again, calling me woman in such a condescending way. I hated when guys did that, and Anthony probably knew it. Everything he did was on purpose to get on my nerves.
“I’m not going to smoke with you later if you don’t stop being an ass,” I said after a moment.
That got him. Anthony straightened up. “Hey, I won’t do it again, alright?”
I had some leverage to keep him in check for the time being. I couldn’t think of anything else that would stop him from tormenting me needlessly.
Anthony was an interesting character, playing with his food the minute it got to the table. I swear he only ate a quarter of it and played with the rest until everyone else was finished.
My soup was good, and Anthony had done me a favor in recommending it. I loved tomato soup, but this was something else entirely, mixed with cream and tomatoes so fresh I could still taste the fresh mountain air on them. I was certain they were grown locally.
“Hey, we’re going to hit the slopes,” my dad said to Anthony and me after the bill was paid. “Are you two joining us.”
We shook our heads. We had other plans.
“Alright, we’ll be back this evening. Do something nice together,” my dad said.
If only he knew.
Chapter 8
Anthony was already rolling a joint with expert fingers as we walked back to the cabin together. He sliced open a cigarette and dumped some of the tobacco in with the green, licked it, and swirled it into a tight cone in his fingers.
Doing all that while walking was quite the stunt, and I was impressed by his steady hands and nimble fingers. I wondered what else those fingers were capable of.
No, Amy, not him.
I had to remind myself that fucking guys like this never ended well. For one, they always took but never gave, and Anthony was a special breed of entitled douche. There was no telling what he would do if I gave him an inch.
“Are we smoking right here?” I asked as Anthony lit up the joint in the cold air.
“You got a problem with that?” Anthony asked, puffing a few times and inhaling fresh air in with the harsh smoke.
“I don’t think it’s allowed on the resort,” I said.
“I don’t think I give a fuck,” Anthony said, pulling another drag of pungent smoke into his lungs.
He held out the partially smoked paper to me. I took it from his hands and took a small drag, coughing immediately. I wasn’t used to mixing this stuff with tobacco.
“Weak,” Anthony said with a chuckle, attempting to take the joint back.
I pulled it away from him. “Shut up. I don’t smoke that much. I’d like to keep my brain cells intact.”
Anthony shrugged. “It’s good for you.”
I handed the joint back to him after a second d
rag. We walked along the sidewalk toward our cabin, but Anthony slowed down before we got there. “Hey, do you want to hit the hot tubs after this? It’s pretty dope when you’re high.”
I was already beginning to feel the intoxicating effects of the drug as he spoke. Realty was just a little bent and dreamlike. I nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”
For some people, cannabis makes their anxiety and paranoia worse, but for me it was extremely calming. I would walk off a cliff if someone suggested it to me while I was high. That was a dangerous reality now that I was hanging around Anthony. I didn’t know what he was capable of. Maybe smoking with him had been a bad choice.
“Come on, let’s get changed,” he coaxed.
I followed him back to the cabin. He stomped out the joint right outside the cabin on the sidewalk, leaving a smear of ash in front of the door.
As we walked in, the effects took hold of me completely, causing each step I took to feel manual, like I needed to tell my feet what to do next.
Anthony’s voice seemed far away and close at the same time as he spoke to me. “Wear something sexy. You have a bikini, don’t you?”
I phased back into a slightly more sober mind to scold him. “I’ll wear what I want, and not for you,” I said angrily.
“Chill,” Anthony said, rummaging through his clothes once we were in the room. “Mind if I change here?” He asked as he pulled his pants down in front of me.
I had a delayed response to his nudity, not turning around quick enough to shield my eyes from his private bits. “A little warning next time,” I said, keeping my back to him as I went through the nightstand for my bikini.
I hadn’t been expecting Anthony to be going on this trip with me, so I had packed something quite small from last year. My body had grown in the past year, fueled by hormones and chocolate chip ice cream. My stomach was still flat but my tits and ass were noticeably larger than the last time I was in a bikini. What I had brought on the trip would do little to cover me properly.
I was so high that I felt like I floated to the bathroom, carrying the green and yellow swimsuit in a murky daze. I didn’t care about Anthony anymore. My body already felt like I was melting away into an echoey puddle of pleasure.
