Page 91 of The Worst Guy Ever
They both turn, horrified to find me standing behind them.
“Heads Will Roll? That’s my ringtone?”
“Sorry,” Hattie stares at the ground between us. “I did it ages ago.”
“It’s fine. It’s a good song. Can we talk?”
“If you wanted to talk, you should have come to book club,” she mumbles.
“It’s not a conversation I want to have in front of an audience. No offence, Megan.”
“None taken,” she says, holding her hands up in front of her. “You should go with him, Hattie. We’ll catch up at home.”
“Do you want a lift?” I appreciate her nudging Hattie in my direction, but I don’t want her walking home alone.
“I’ll go back and wait for Kara.”
We face each other in silence, each waiting for something, anything to happen. It’s unbearable, not pulling her straight into my arms, but I’m nervous about what’s about to go down, and still frustrated with her inability to listen to what I’m really saying.
“Can we go back to mine?” I need to be sitting down for this.
“Fine. But this is kidnapping.”
“Cut that shit out,” I snap, storming off towards where I’ve parked my car on the main road. I’m about to confess everything, hand her my heart, and she can’t be nice for five seconds? I wait for her to get in, and turn the radio up so she doesn’t have the chance to piss me off even more.
I can feel the anger pouring off her while we drive. Back at my house she jumps out before I have the chance to open the door for her, and marches up the path like she owns the place. I take my sweet time unlocking the door, and when she tries to budge past me I block her in one direction, and then the other, until she charges against my chest, shoving me out of her way.
“How was your date?” she asks, her voice laced with vitriol as she looks around my living room, presumably for evidence to back up the story she invented about what happened last night. To think she had the nerve to accuse me of not trusting her when she’s doesn’t trust me either.
“It was great,” I lie and she yelps behind her tight smile. If there were weapons nearby I’d be halfway to murdered right now. I don’t mind giving her a taste of her own medicine though. She’s so happy to act out and make me jealous, if she wants to believe I’ve been with someone else, let’s see how she likes it.
“Good shag?”
“Sure. Cracking blow job.”
“How dare you?” she says, her jaw set firm. “Nobody blows you better than me.”
“Prove it.” I hear the crack before the sting on my cheek registers the slap. Despite it, her nimble fingers unbuckle my belt and whip it free, the buttons on my jeans coming apart the way only an expert knows how.
I’m still rubbing my face when she tugs them down, along with my boxers, and her hand wraps around my shaft the second it springs free. I’m rock solid, I knew I was, but now she knows too, and from the look in her eyes she loves having the upper hand.
“I fucked a guy so hard last night I could barely walk this morning.”
What the fuck?I grab the back of her head and yank her away from me.
“Tell me that’s not true?” She pouts that pretty little mouth and raises one eyebrow in a way I know will haunt my nightmares. “Is it?”
With a small shake of her head her face softens and she ends her lies. I pull her back further, and loom over her, her body darkening in my shadow. “I never,ever, want to hear about you with another man again, do you understand me? As far as I’m concerned, you were a virgin the day I met you and I’m the only man who’s ever been inside you.”
“You’re such a disgusting, possessive, jealous bastard.”
I tug harder. “I’m your disgusting possessive jealous bastard, and you love it.”
Her eyes flare, then flutter closed. I let go of her hair and she helps me pull her dress up over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, and if I’d known those perfect tits and tight nipples were waiting for me, I’d have had my mouth on her before we even left the car. “Get on your hands and knees.”
This is no time for niceties. I position myself behind her, drag her underwear down and find her soaking, just like I knew I would. Nothing turns her on more than fighting with me, and right now I’ve never needed her more. I can only interrogate it for as long as it takes to roll on a condom from my wallet.
Why are we like this? Why do we hurt each other?
