Page 46 of Drawn to You
“Okay,” he shrugs, looking around in my room. “Let me know if you need anything. I’m going to the gym. Darrell covered for me this morning. You okay by yourself?”
“I want to go with you,” I say.
“No, you should stay home and rest.”
“But I’m fine! My headache is all gone.” I insist. “Give me just a moment. Let me shower and put on some clean clothes. Or you can go first. Oh wait, my truck is in the gym parking…” My voice trails off as I remember the events of last night again.
“And it has a broken window,” he says. Suddenly his jaw tightens, and his breathing turns ragged.
Oops. He must’ve seen it when he was looking for me yesterday. “You saw it?”
“Of course I saw it, and it was why I freaked out!”
“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I didn’t mean to worry you. Why did you freak out? It’s just a window… no big deal.”
He clenches his jaw and stares at me, his blue eyes bore into mine like two intense light beams for a second, and then he shouts, “No big deal? You don’t know what I went through in the past two days, do you? You were just moving into a rat-hole apartment in a crime-ridden city because you wanted to be on your own. It’s just a window. Fuck. The next time it’ll be the entire truck, or someone could break into your apartment! Someone could be hidden at the parking lot and kidnap you before you can scream…”
His anger thrills me and scares me. Tears spill onto my face at the intensity of his words. Oh, God! I had no idea he was so worried! He didn’t look like he cared! “I’m sorry, Andrew!”
“You are not! You little disobedient, rebellious, whimsical vixen! I was so fucking worried. You were just going for a ride with a guy you hardly knew.No big deal. What if something happened to you? What if I hadn’t had the idea of taking you along to dinner? What if I hadn’t noticed your truck was missing a window? What if I hadn’t gotten to you in time?”
I’ve never seen Andrew being so emotional. He seems to be a different person! I feel guilty and ashamed. I want to tell him I didn’t mean to be rebellious at all. I did what I did, not because I was careless or whimsical but because I thought I had to. I wanted to live here with him, but I didn’t think it was wise to do so. I want to explain all that, but I can’t speak because I can’t stop crying.
He continues. “I’ve never hated myself so much. Last night in the hospital, I kept thinking about what I could have done to prevent what had happened to you. I wished I hadn’t let you leave me. I wished I had tied you down or locked you up in my house.”
“I’m sorry, Andrew!” I say, choking. “I don’t mean to be rebellious. I thought I was doing the right thing when I moved out.”
He huffs. “What the hell is your definition of the right thing? Telling me you’re mine one minute and then dumping me the next. That’s the right thing?”
My mouth drops. “I was not dumping you! You weren’t even mine. You belong to Melissa—you guys are engaged.”
“I can’t believe that really is the reason.” He rakes his hair with his hand. And then he fixes his eyes on me. “I’m not engaged to Melissa. She was just saying it to fool people. Jesus, Britt. You’re so gullible and you have so little faith in me.”
My mouth hangs open. Why am I so stupid? I knew I shouldn’t take celebrities’ comments seriously, but I fell for Melissa’s lie because it was something I was afraid of. “I’m sorry,” I say.
“You could’ve asked me to verify it first,” he says, not accepting my apology. “It hurts to know you think I’m an asshole who plays you while being engaged to someone else.”
I feel terrible, but I stop myself from apologizing because it’s all I’ve been doing all day, and it doesn’t even sound sincere anymore. “Please, Andrew,” I say, pouting as I hook my arms around his neck. “I regret very much for what I’ve done. Please forgive me. I’ve missed you.”
He clenches his jaw for a moment longer, and then he grunts and smashes his lips on mine. He kisses me angrily while groaning. He crushes my lips between his, bruising me, before ravishing my mouth with his searing tongue. He lashes it on my tongue and the inside of my cheeks furiously, as if trying to punish me. But his passion only thrills me and melts me. I fist his hair and moan. When his mouth leaves me, I feel deprived. “Fuck me, Andrew, and let me make it up for you.”
He growls. “I will do that, Britt. And I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk, let alone running away from me. But before that, I’m gonna punish you first.”
I shiver. “What? Haven’t you already done it with the kiss? My lips are all swollen.”
He chuckles. “No, naughty little girl. You deserve much more than just swollen lips. You need a swollen ass and a swollen pussy as well.”
Oh, God! My girly bits tingle as I imagine rough sex. “W-what do you plan to do?”
He sits down on the edge of the bed and says. “I’m going to spank you first.”
“What?” I cry. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am,” he says, swallowing. “Take off your pants and let me see your pretty ass.”
My eyes widen.He can’t mean it!But I do as he says, unbutton and unzip my pants and tug them down.
His eyes darken as he pats his lap. “Now come here.”
