Page 69 of It's Only Love

“Darcy, I don’t know how to make this any clearer. I don’t want you, I never did and I never will, now get out.”

He needed to fall into oblivion, he could feel it beckoning. He pulled his shirt over his head and collapsed onto the bed, trying to sit up to take his jeans off. Darcy marched over and jumped on the bed straddling his hips and giggling loudly.

“What are you doing?” he shouted, reaching up and grabbing her arms, trying to shove her off him. That only made her writhe against him, he felt sick, alcohol sloshing in his stomach. Sleep trying to pull him under, his eyelids starting to close.

“Oh my God, Dean?” He would recognize that voice anywhere. He turned his head to the side, and saw Marilyn Monroe standing in the doorway to the cabin. Eyes wide and pretty pink mouth open in horror as she took in Darcy rubbing herself on his half naked body. No, not Marilyn Monroe, Christy. Then she was gone, panic clawed at him.

“No, wait!” he called out, but his limbs wouldn’t move. The numbing darkness he was begging for only moments earlier finally descended and he passed out.

*

He came awake spluttering, cold water dripping down his face. His head pounding at his sudden movement, like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. His stomach roiled and he turned to the side just in case he vomited, but found himself face to face with Darcy.

“What the fuck!”

“Exactly, Dean. What the fuck!” He turned to the other side and saw Taylor and Beau stood near the bed, Taylor had an empty glass dangling from her fingers, her expression deadly. Darcy stirred beside him and sat up.

“Get rid of the angry redhead, she makes my head hurt,” she pouted.

“Oh, I’ll make more than your head hurt, you skank!” Taylor growled, and lunged for her, spitting fire. Beau was quicker though, slinging an arm around Taylor’s waist, he hauled her away.

“Okay, calm down, Tyson Fury,” Beau grunted as her flailing limbs connected with his. Taylor shoved him off and moved to stand on the other side of the room.

“You need to leave,” Dean said to Darcy, his tone leaving no room for argument. Seeing she was outnumbered and unwanted she grabbed her stuff and slunk out of the room.

“Dude, what the hell?” Beau asked, looking at him with such disappointment. Dean felt his temper flare remembering how things were left yesterday.

“You tell me, buddy,” he spat.

“What?”

“You. Christy. Her bedroom. Even I’m smart enough to put that one together.”

“Wow, and here I thought you were such a nice boy, Beau. I’m a little disappointed in you,” Taylor’s tone dripped with sarcasm. Beau sent her a withering look, then turned back to Dean.

“You clearly aren’t that smart after all. I don’t know what you think is going on but it’s nothing like that,” Beau exclaimed, Dean scoffed at him, “It’s true! Look, I’m the one buying her house.”

“Congratu-fucking-lations,” Taylor deadpanned. Despite the situation Dean felt a smile almost form at her sass, almost.

“So, you’re moving back to town?” he asked.

“Yes, I wanted it to be a surprise. She knows it’s me who’s buying the house, she’s known all along, and she wanted to ask to buy it back. You should’ve seen her Dean; she was so distraught she got on her knees and begged me, actually begged. I guess that’s why she sent you away, she didn’t want you to see it.”

This was too much information for Dean’s hangover fueled brain to comprehend, but he knew one thing, he was a fucking idiot. He groaned loudly and laid back on the bed.

“I told her she could have it, it doesn’t bother me, but I don’t think she really wants it. I think she just panicked after finding the letters.”

“What letters?” Taylor asked, and as Beau filled her in on what happened, Taylor was shocked into silence.

“I need to find her,” Dean said, standing up slowly. When he didn’t vomit, he headed towards the doorway when his memory decided to finish downloading. Christy had already found him last night, with Darcy.

“Oh shit, she saw me...with Darcy. Except I wasn’t doing anything, Darcy wouldn’t get off me and leave, and then I must have passed out,” Dean explained, and Taylor cursed.

“Dean, I swear to God, I told you not to hurt her!” she shouted.

“I know, I’m sorry Taylor, but I’m not messing around okay. I need her, she’s it for me.”

“Let’s go find her, now, before I beat the shit out of you for being so stupid,” Taylor grunted, and all three of them made their way to the door when it burst open and Justine charged in.

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