Page 53 of The Worst Guy Ever
“Since when do you care?” she jabs her finger into my sternum with all her might.
Only from the second I laid eyes on you.I rub the spot and wonder if she’ll have left a bruise. “Who’s the guy?”
“That’s none of your business.” She tries to side step around me, but I hold my arm against the wall, blocking her in.
“Let me guess. Theo, 36, finance for a startup, works hard but plays harder,” I mock him in my best rich, boring twat accent. “Never had a serious girlfriend because he’s just been so focused on making his first million. His mum is called Minty. Has he mentioned skiing in Chamonix yet?”
Her mouth pulls into a tight pout and I clock her hands balling into fists on her hips. God, she’s fun to wind up. “Fuck’s sake. How do you do that? Have you tapped my phone?”
“Come on Hattie. If you’re desperate for a good time, all you have to do is ask.”
“A night with you is so far from my idea of a good time.” Those furious eyes bore into mine. She looks right on the edge of confessing how much she wants it.
When another customer comes out of the bathroom, I lean in to whisper in her ear. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it all to you.”
“I’ll manage fine on my own, thanks.” She snaps up straight and punches her fists into my chest, pushing me away from her. “I need to pee. Be gone by the time I come back.”
The urge to storm into the bathroom, throw her over my shoulder, and drag her out of here caveman style is intense, but I don’t want to risk another physical assault when I’ve put her in a mood this sour. For once when it comes to Hattie, I do as I’m told.
Back home, I pull up her texts and scroll through our messages, right back until she told me about her dad and how he used to take her to the car-wash. I read through her messages, and even the mean ones make me want her. Then there’s the photo of her vibrator. The vibrator I paid for.
I hate the thought of some loser sitting with a great view of her tits all night. I don’t want her to go home with him. Or if she does, I at least want to be so stuck in her head that she thinks of me. I take a quick photo of my bed.
Me:Wish you were here.
I start a follow-up message, but I’m interrupted by a knock at the door, loud and impatient. There’s only one person it could be. I rush downstairs and practically pull the door off the hinges. Hattie barrels into my hallway like she’s been set on fire.
“I don’t know what thefuckyou’re playing at, but don’t you ever sabotage me like that again.”
This is not good. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her this angry. Not during our argument at Maggie’s, not in the hotel the night of the wedding, not even after almost drowning because of me.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I just—” My words are cut off when her hands yank my t-shirt up. I have no idea what’s going on here, and battle against her to pull it down again, but she’s bloody strong. I try to spin around and wrestle myself free from her grip, but her hands are up underneath now, her nails digging into my chest.Fuck, that feels good. Good and wrong.“Stop it! What are you doing?”
“You owe me an orgasm,” she shouts, one hand reaches for my waistband, tugging it away from my skin, her nails catching me again with a sharp scratch that makes me yelp like a little girl.
“Excuse me?”
“Get your clothes off.” I don’t know whether to be turned on or terrified, but mostly I am intimidated by how quickly she fights. This isnothow I want this to go down. Wrenching her hands away from me, I pin them at her sides, holding her as far away from me as possible while still keeping her under control.
“I am so angry at you right now,” she screams. “I really wanted to come tonight and then you had to show up and ruin everything.”
Thank fuck that douche didn’t get his hands on her. “Theo wasn’t doing it for you?”
She pants, her breath short and fast as she regains her composure. “His name is Harry.”
“That’s not better,” I smile. “What happened?”
“You got in my head. Plus, his mum actually is called Minty, and he facetimed her while I was in the bathroom then made me say hello.”
I burst out laughing. I knew he was the sort. We stand there, staring each other down for a few moments until she glances towards the stairs.
“Have you got someone else up there?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” She jerks herself free from my grasp and bolts, taking the stairs two at a time. “Hattie—”
“Shut your mouth and get up here.” She’s at the top by the time I can fully register what’s happening. Her top and her bra lie abandoned in the hallway. I pick them up and carry them through to my room with my palm covering my eyes. This doesn’t feel right.
“Hattie, put your clothes back on,now.” I throw the discarded items back in her general direction and turn to face the wall. “I’m not going to fuck you like this.”
