Page 192 of Seeds of Malice

He breaks Avery's stare and takes me to the passenger side.

She scoffs. "You seriously have to be kidding me."

He ignores her, opens the door, and gently puts me inside. He gives me a quick kiss on the lips. "Are you all right, baby girl?"

I nod, confused about what's going on.

He slams the door, hurls something at Avery I can't hear, then stomps to the other side of the car. He opens the door, slides in, and turns the key. He revs the engine, peeling out of the driveway.

"Dax, what's happening?" I question, my head spinning and trying to focus on him.

He doesn't take his eyes off the road. "We're going home," he claims, speeding up and maneuvering through traffic.

"Why? Are you mad at me?"

He glances over. "Why would I be mad at you? Because you let Bobby take you in the ass or because you sucked on Lilly's pussy?"

I jerk my head back. "What? You told me to do it," I declare, my chest tightening.

"And you liked it, right?" he spits.

I gape at him, my heart feeling like it'll explode. Then tears fall, and I can't stop them, no matter how much I try.

He clenches his jaw. He says nothing, and we finally pull into the estate through the gates.

I demand, "Take me home."

He glances at me. "No."

"I said to take me home."

"You're in no shape to go home. Your father won't be happy," he says.

I look out the window, crying harder, knowing he's right. I can't go home like this. Why did I drink? Why did I do all that? Why did I care so much about that stupid sorority?

He'll never marry me now.

I turn back to him and beg, "Dax, please. Talk to me. I only did what you told me to do. I didn't..."

"Fuck, Ivy," he says, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. I flinch and cower toward the door, suddenly afraid.

He closes his eyes and sighs, pulling into his driveway. He turns off the engine and then takes several deep breaths. His gaze drifts toward the ceiling and stays there for several tense moments. He finally turns toward me. "You didn't do anything wrong, Ivy."

"Then why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not," he claims.

"You are," I accuse.

A defeated look fills his expression. He shakes his head. "I'm not." He gets out of the car and comes around to my side. He slides his hands under my body and pulls me out of the car, carrying me into his house. He locks his door and then takes me to the bedroom, setting me on my feet.

I steady myself, holding on to his forearms. "Dax, I don't know what's happening." The blanket falls to the floor.

He drags his eyes over my body.

I blurt out, "You're still naked."

He glances down at his body and back at me. "So are you."

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