Undercover Desires

Fire and Frustration

Krystal

I f*****g hated him.

Ryland f*****g Johansson was the biggest pain in my ass, and the worst part? I didn’t even know why I liked it.

I stomped toward my room, each step fueled by the burning frustration crawling under my damn skin. He was such a smug, arrogant bastard, always pushing, always daring, always making me want to f*****g—

God, I didn’t even know what I wanted to do. Hit him? Kiss him? Both?

Fucking ridiculous.

I was so deep in my pissed-off haze that I barely noticed when Travis stepped into my path, arms crossed, watching me with a lazy grin.

"Damn, Krys. Breathe a little, would ya?"

I scowled. "f**k off, Travis."

His grin widened. "What did my dear brother do this time?"

I groaned, throwing my hands up. "He’s an insufferable piece of s**t, that’s what! He just—" I exhaled sharply. "He gets under my skin, okay? With his stupid smirks and his cocky-ass attitude and the way he acts like he knows f*****g everything—"

Travis tilted his head, all too amused. "And yet, here you are. Storming through the house like a woman on a mission. Interesting."

I glared. "Shut the f**k up."

He snorted. "Oh, come on, Krys. Just admit it already. You like it."

I grabbed the nearest pillow off the couch and hurled it at his face. "Eat shit."

Travis dodged effortlessly, laughing as he caught the pillow before it hit the floor. "I f*****g knew it! You do like it!" He pointed at me accusingly. "All that huffing and puffing, and yet you keep running straight into the fire."

I clenched my jaw. "I will murder you."

"Mhm. Sure you will." He smirked before flopping onto the armrest like he had all the time in the goddamn world. "Anyway, get dressed. We’re going out."

I scoffed. "Yeah, f*****g pass."

Travis just smirked. "Krysie boo, I wasn’t asking. I was telling you."

I threw my hands up. "Why the f**k does everyone in this house think they can just tell me what to do?"

He shrugged, unfazed. "Because we can?"

I groaned, shoving a hand through my hair. "f*****g unbelievable."

Travis softened slightly, standing up. "Relax, Krys. I’m not your enemy, alright? I just don’t want you locking yourself in your room all night like you always do. You live here now. The Johansson estate isn’t gonna f*****g bite."

I scoffed but didn’t fight him on it. Not really. Because deep down, I knew Travis meant well, even if he was an annoying pain in the ass.

Travis nudged my shoulder. "Besides, I’d hate for you to move out."

That made me pause. "Yeah?"

He gave me a pointed look. "Duh. Who else is gonna keep me entertained by yelling at Ryland every five minutes?"

I rolled my eyes. "Dick."

He grinned. "Now go get dressed. Wear something cute."

I sighed dramatically. "Ugh, fine. But if Ryland opens his mouth tonight, I swear to f*****g God—"

Travis ruffled my hair like I was a damn kid. "Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself you don’t love it."

I smacked his hand away, scowling as he sauntered off, laughing like the little s**t he was.

This f*****g family was going to drive me insane.