Page 26 of Hate So Deep

My chest clenches at the mention of my dad and I sneer, “I’m not asking my dad for shit.”

“Mommy then?” he says, crossing his arms and looking down his nose at me. “Why not? Bitches like that probably hold the purse strings.”

“Ha. You don’t know shit,” I mutter. “Why do you care anyway?”

“I don’t. You’re just a spoiled fucking girl with a bad attitude. Get lost before I make this painful.”

Spoiled.

This asshole knows nothing about me and yet, my soul burns at his cruel words. I shouldn’t care but I do and it’s fucking with my head.

“You don’t get a say in what I do,” I sneer.

Maybe I don’t belong but that doesn’t mean I’m not good enough but with Dirk, I get the feeling he doesn’t agree.

Why?

“Oh yes I fucking do,” he growls. “I’ve made it my business.”

Blinking, I stare into his dark eyes before his words penetrate and I push him away, muttering, “Asshole.”

His eyes widen before they narrow and a chill marches down my spine but it’s not fear rushing through my veins, it’s exhilaration when his mouth forms a snarl and he grabs me up.

My skin flames as our lips meet in a mashing of teeth and when I grab his hair and wrap it in my fist, he grunts before turning to the shed.

His warm, soft lips brush mine as he forces his way inside and I arch against him when our tongues collide.

The sensual promise heats my core, and I grind my hips against his erection while he squeezes my ass with his warm fingers.

I’m breathless, achy with need and bucking against him like a damn bronco when he pulls away with a groan, his dark eyes meeting mine.

I have no idea what he’s thinking, but I want more and I’m willing to ask for it as we stare at each other, our panting breaths intermingling.

“Dirk?”

All at once, he stiffens and I glare at the girl who interrupted us over his head but she’s oblivious as Dirk says, “What the fuck do you want?”

To my dismay, he drops me to the ground and steps back as the girl looks over his shoulder with wide, dilated eyes and mumbles, “Who’s this?”

“Nobody,” he says, a shadow passing over his face before he wipes his hand over his mouth.

At the careless response, my chest clenches brutally and I look away.

Nobody .

Why does that single word create such havoc in my heart?

Curling my fingers until they bite into my skin, I don’t stop until it fucking throbs. All the while, I stare over Dirk’s shoulder.

“Oh,” the girl says before stumbling away.

Once she’s gone, I summon a grotesque smile as Dirk says, “Go. Don’t come back. You want to fuck the help, find the fucking pool boy.”

At his words, a lump forms in my throat, and I clear it twice before saying, “If I plan to fuck the help, I don’t need your advice. I can do it just fine on my own.”

He’s silent as I step past him, refusing to look back and when Caro appears in my blurred vision, I make a beeline for her, stopping next to Rocket.

I have zero desire to rehash what just happened. Instead, I summon another smile, breathing through the rage.

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