Page 48 of Bad Kind of Love

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jack

Earlier that night

“Come on.” The dark haired woman whined as she nursed a tall glass of some fruity cocktail. Pressing her chest against my side, I couldn’t for the life of me remember her name.

Kerry?

Kacey?

Whoever the fuck she was, was driving me insane. I should have never agreed to come out tonight, but the look across Becca’s face was priceless when I said yes. Her face red with fury and jealousy that sent a shock straight to my dick. As much as I enjoyed pissing her off, she was becoming a problem. It became her mission at school to rile me up in class, always staring and always trying her hardest to make me see her, notice her. But what she didn’t know was that I always fucking noticed her.

Even when I shouldn’t.

“Stay for a little bit longer.” She whined in my ear this time, making extra effort to grab my thigh.

“Can’t.” I mumble while pushing my hand away. The three other teachers that came were busy dancing to the shitty band that was playing. I, of course, was stuck with the very drunk young teacher who couldn’t seem to keep her hands to herself.

“Boo.” She frowns, sipping the remaining drink she had left in her cup. “Maybe you can take me home?” She swirls the straw in her mouth, using her tongue to move it.

Pushing my beer bottle away from me, I lift off the stool and throw a twenty on the bar top. Her greedy eyes devoured me, while the tip of her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip.

“I ain’t takin’ you home, sweetheart. You and I will never happen.” I tried to let her down easy, but a part of me was trying to claw its way out. The dark, hungry side of me that hasn’t felt the warmth of a woman in years. I needed a release, and the young woman in front of me was practically begging for my cock.

But what she was offering, wasn’t what I wanted.

Turning my heel before I made a huge mistake, I walked out of the bar and headed for my truck that was parked up front. Hopping inside, I make the short drive home and I’m surprised to find a white car in the driveway.

Who the hell could be here this late?

Throwing the truck into park, I turn off the ignition and walk towards the front door.

Wes never had friends over, if he was with friends, he was never here with them.

As I open the front door, the sounds of the TV. playing in the background rattled in my ears. The minute my eyes peered around the door, all I could see was red. The truck keys slipped out of my hands and dropped onto the floor, and my head was already filling with deadly thoughts. Gripping the door, I slam it so hard the hinges might pop out, but at this point, I didn’t fucking care.

The blonde angel who’s been invading my every thought, was in my house.

Alone with my son.

And was kissing him with those fat lips I desperately tried not to fantasize about. It was a blow to the gut, a knife to my fucking heart, but worst, I began to feel the rage that I kept locked up inside me for years building up.

As soon as the door flung closed, they both dropped the kiss and spun their heads in my direction. While Wes appeared unbothered by my appearance, Becca’s face grew pale. Her ghostly eyes took me in cautiously, like she was making sure I was actually here.

Yah, it’s me O’Connor. I caught you.

I didn’t bother glancing over at my son. I wanted all my focus to be on her. I wanted her uncomfortable, nervous, and squirming on the couch as I glared holes into her head.

“What are you doing home already?” Wes speaks up as I feel a snarl work its way up my pipes, but I quickly suppress it.

Stripping off my jacket, I feel Becca’s eyes trace my every move but the tone in Wes’s voice has me clenching my fists.

“Get out, O’Connor.” I hiss through my teeth, but it comes out coolly. Becca flinches from my words as Wes scowls, ready to argue back.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He scoffs angrily. “She’s not going anywhere.”

Crossing my arms, I knew this was going to boil down to a fight and by the drop of Becca’s head, so did she.

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