Page 62 of Bad Kind of Love

“She must have a thing for Fitzgerald’s.”

What the fuck?

Was he talking about who I think he was talking about?

The room went quiet as I tried processing his words in my head.

“I don’t believe you.” I growl, knowing damn well Becca didn’t see my dad like that.

If anything, she hated him like I did.

“I see the way she looks at him. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she has a thing for your dad.”

Before I could even process what I was doing in my head, I felt my body leap towards Nate. Rage took over, and my fists reared back.

“Get the fuck off me!” Nate pushed and shoved, but I barely budged. Before I was able to land a blow to his face, I was being pulled off by Hunter.

“The hell dude? What’s your problem?” Hunter dropped his grip from my shirt, but my eyes were too focused on Nate to pay him any mind.

Pointing a finger at Nate, my chest heaves with anger. “Don’t come at me with those bullshit lies, Hawthorne.” I growl. “Next time, Hunter won't be here to pull me off you.”

Looking pissed, Nate drags a hand through his wild hair and focuses on me. “Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you.”

Shaking my head, I stomp up the stairs still shaking with anger.

How could he lie about something like that?

There was no way my Becca had any romantic feelings toward my dad.

As I storm outside, I have the sudden urge to call Becca and talk to her. I didn’t want to bring up what Nate said, because I knew it would hurt her.

I just wanted to hear her voice.

She knew exactly how to calm me, and right now, I felt like slamming my fist into a wall.

Instead, I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. Scrolling through my photos, I find one of Becca that I secretly took. We were at work, while she was busy mopping the floors, I was standing behind the counters admiring her from afar. Her focus was on something in front of her, her hair was hanging in a low ponytail but on one side there was a splash of chocolate that was stuck in her locks. Holding the mop in both hands, she stared off into space, looking almost lost as she gazed outside the window. At that moment I decided to snap a picture.

I knew she’d be pissed if she found out I took one, but right here, she looked so fucking beautiful. Raw and oblivious to the fact that she was the most perfect and gorgeous woman that I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Staring at the photo, I feel myself immediately calm down. My anger subsides and is replaced with a warmth that spreads throughout me.

Fuck Nate and his stupid ass lies.

Becca was mine and it was about time I made sure she and everyone else knew.

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