Page 23 of Bad Beehavior

Images of him pumping another woman with his honey flood my brain. My body tenses in jealousy. He’s been honest with me since the very beginning, even if the communication barrier made things seem different.

I know there's probably a girl out there that would jump at the chance of fucking him and being impregnated by an alien. I see those alien lovers online all the time. He’s sexy as hell, after all, but I can’t help feeling angry and sad whenever he mentions his mission. I know it’s not a rational or healthy feeling, but I can’t help it.

“Fine, you can come, but obviously, you need to stay in your insect form and let me work.”

“Of course, my sweet.”

“And stop calling me that,” I bark, the frustration of my thoughts bringing an edge to my voice.

“What would you like me to call you?”

“Just Jennessa.”

“But you refer to me as Bee. I thought you would like a special name as well.”

I slam my dresser shut, my blue polka-dot shirt in my hand. “Call me whatever you want,” I say before charging into the bathroom and slamming the door behind me.

I know I’m being a bitch, but my mind has been playing expert-level chess since he showed up here. It’s been a constant battle between my body’s reaction and my brain’s reason, and I need a break. Honestly, I just probably need to get fucked—-for real this time—and of course, that can’t happen.

“Fuck!” I yell, missing the stem and nicking my finger. A small drop of blood bubbles at the edge of my finger, and I bring it to my mouth. “Can you please just sit by the window or something? I can’t think with you sitting this close to me.” An assortment of pathetic-looking babies' breaths lie across the counter, and Bee sits at the edge, watching me.

He’s not doing anything, just sitting there, but being this close to me, even in his small form, makes me unable to think of anything else.

He, of course, flies to the front of the shop, perching himself on the windowsill because he is always a gentleman and does whatever I ask.

I sigh and shake my head. I need to get a handle on myself.

It will only be a few more days at most, and then he’ll be gone,I tell myself, but that thought puts me more on edge. It’s like I want him gone, but at the same time, I don’t.

Today at the shop hasn’t made my confusing thoughts any easier. As usual, no one has come in, giving me too much time to be alone with my thoughts. I can’t even converse with Bee because he can’t sit in my shop in his larger form.

I would have called it quits at around three pm on a normal day with no customers, but I wanted to stay at the shop as long as possible. I’m hoping if I tire myself out, the insistent need tofuck him will take second fiddle to my exhaustion. Of course, I know it’s useless, but it’s worth the shot.

The headlights of cars zoom by the shop window, making me realize it’s already six p.m.

I walk to the entrance and pull the blinds down, feeling like a bitch for just telling Bee to stay here and then blocking his view. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was time to close.”

The front door chimes open, and I turn to see who it could be.

My heart drops to my stomach once I see Kent’s face.

He shuts the door behind him, locking it before I find the angry words I’ve been meaning to throw his way since I learned he was cheating on me.

“Why haven’t you been picking up your phone?” He motions his eyes to his phone in his hand. “I’ve been calling and texting you since yesterday. That deal with Tim is a bust. That piece of shit just wanted me to buy a bunch of knives from him. I need you right now, and I can’t believe you’re ignoring me!”

My mouth drops open. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m not kidding you. I don’t understand how you could be so selfish.” He steps toward me, his cheeks blushed, and his brow furrowed.

I back up. “Kent, you’re cheating on me! You fucked some girl in my bed!”

He shakes his head, giving me a disgusted look. “I honestly think you’re going crazy. I’m already dealing with so much, and now you’re making up stuff about me? You’re such a bitch!” He steps closer to me, his fists clenched.

I’m so outraged and baffled that such a large amount of shit can fit in one human that the realization that he’s pissed at me and could very easily hurt me doesn’t even cross my mind. It’s not until he’s leering over me, his skin flushed and his eyes dark, that I realize I probably should find a way out of the corner I’ve ended up in.

“After everything I’ve done for you, you’re going to accuse me of cheating. You are a nobody with a failing business and no friends. Dating you is already a chore. All I ask is that you suck my dick once a week and pick up your goddamn phone. Is that really so hard for you?”

I’m cowering now. Kent has always been a piece of shit, even if it took me a while to realize it, but I never thought he’d turn to violence. I guess the thought of losing me, even if he doesn’t actually give a fuck about me, is bringing out a different side of him.

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