This is War (The Checkmate Duet #1)(5)

by Kennedy Fox

“Just because a woman likes sex, doesn’t make her an airhead. But you wouldn’t know that would you? Not when you keep your V-card hostage like it’s a million-dollar diamond.”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not a virgin!” she retorts sharply. “Just because I don’t spread my legs as much as a gymnast, doesn’t mean I’m a prude.”

“Well it sure as hell doesn’t make you a delight.”

She tosses the bottle out and steps toward me, shoving her shoulder against me as she walks past. “Knowing how to use your dick doesn’t make you a god, Travis.”

I spin around and face her as she walks away. “You speak as if you know from experience.”

“Trust me. The walls are thin. The entire neighborhood knows from experience,” she calls over her shoulder.

“So are you saying I should be sorry for knowing how to use my dick?”

She freezes and turns toward me. “No, you should be sorry for anyone that falls for your shit that gets them into your bed in the first place.” She presses her lips together in a fake smile and walks down the hall and back to where Drew is still playing his game.

I don’t know what her problem is, but I’m determined to find out.

It’s already ten o’clock, and I have a long day at the office tomorrow, but I can’t get Viola off my mind long enough to fall asleep.

This never happens by the way.

Okay, well, maybe it does. Only when she gets under my skin, which happens to be all the damn time.

But you can’t blame me. She’s always perfect and proper, never wrong and always knows the answer to everything. She’s that annoying smart kid in class that always fucks up the grading curve for everyone else. The one that wears modest clothes but somehow always ends up looking sexy as fuck.

On the outside, Viola Fisher is the poster child of innocence and purity. But I know better.

Viola Fisher has tattoos and a right hook that could make any grown man cry.


Ugh, I hate him! I hate him so much I want to scream until his ears bleed.

Every time he’s near me, my body temperature rises. He knows how to get me fired up to the point where I want to lose my shit all over him. One day during my freshman year, when he and Drew were juniors, I overheard a rumor about some of the crude jokes he was saying about me. I immediately saw red, already pissed about him asking one of my friends out during homeroom, so I walked toward him and tripped over my own feet, making my entire lunch tray land in his lap. It might not have been a complete accident, but nevertheless, he deserved it. Considering it was spaghetti and meatball day for lunch, he was pretty pissed at that little display of hatred.

But being the loyal sister that I am, I try to control myself, like always. Try being the key word.

“What are you two bickering about now?” Drew asks as I walk back to the couch, his eyes still glued to the TV screen as he works the game controller.

“About how his sexcapades better not disturb my sleep.” My last day of class is Friday and then I had planned on staying at Drew’s during spring break instead of going home, since campus will be shutting down this year. Something about budget cuts and not wanting to pay for the added security.

The corners of his lips perk up a little, but his eyes stay focused on whatever creature he’s aiming for. “Eh, you get used to it. Soon enough, it’s like calming music that puts you right to sleep.”

“Ew, that’s disgusting, Drew. Seriously. Have some standards.”

“I do! What do you want me to do? Tell him he can’t have girls over?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s your house too.”

“We each pay half the rent. I can’t do anything about what he does in his room or with who.”

I groan. “This is going to be the worst two weeks of my life.” Why does spring break have to be a whole week longer this year?

He pauses his game and finally turns toward me. “You could always go home and stay with mom and Larry. Or go to Dad’s.”

I scowl. “I’d rather eat a rat.”

“Well, then suck it up, buttercup. Two weeks of manly bliss.” He winks and returns to his game.

I groan at the truth of his words and drop the subject.

My clothes finally finish up just after eleven p.m. The crack of thunder and sound of the sudden downpour turn my attention to the window, making me sigh at the horrible luck.


“You can crash on the couch if you’d like,” Drew calls over to me from the kitchen. “I’m about to head in.”


“Yeah...I’ve yet to start packing.”

“For what?”

“For Mia’s.”

“Wait, what?” I whirl around to face him at the mention of his girlfriend, who attends college a couple hours away. “You’re leaving?” It was the first I’d heard about it.

“Yeah, didn’t I tell you?” I shake my head furiously. “Using up a couple weeks of my vacation while she’s on her spring break.”

My eyes widen in anger. “What? I’m going to be alone with Travis the entire time?”

“Yeah. I swore I told you.”

“Does my face look like you told me?” I ask, loud and annoyed.

He shrugs. “Sorry. Thought I did.”

This isn’t happening. This cannot be happening.

“So I’m going to be stuck here alone with Travis?” I clarify.

“I guess. Maybe his dates can help keep you company,” he taunts. I grab a pillow from the couch and throw it at him from across the room.

“Not funny!”

He easily dodges it, pushing it away before it hits him. “I find myself pretty amusing.”

I groan and collapse on the couch with an exaggerated thud.

“If it helps, you can sleep in my bed. I’ll even put on clean sheets for you.” I hear the sarcasm in his voice.

“Gee, thanks. How accommodating,” I retort dryly.

“Anything for my baby sis!” he calls out before walking to his room. “Night!”

I grab the blanket off the floor and cover up, burning with rage knowing the next two weeks, I’m stuck in the same house as Travis King—#1 asshole and heartbreaker.

The rain slams against the roof and windows of the house and I toss and turn for what feels like eternity. Finally, I fall asleep, although it’s restless.