Chapter 21
She has secrets, deadly secrets, yet here I am being a fool. I know who she is now, know what she does. The tables have turned and now I’m the fool, a fool that’s in love. Fuck! Why did she creep her way into my black heart? Why did I let her? Knowing now she’ll be the one to destroy me. She will, it will be her. She will fuck me over, and maybe I deserve it for treating her love the way I have. But I am a man, and a man doesn’t go down without a fight, and a fight is what will happen.
“What are you thinking, Bexley?” I ask as we enter the house, she stops walking and turns around to look at me. “Do you love me, Bexley Annerley?” I say using her full her name. She smirks at me, a hidden smile I didn’t know she had.
“Maybe,” she replies.
“Are you crazy, mind-blowing in love with me?” I ask stepping closer.
“Possibly,” she says.
“Would you do anything for me, Bexley?”
Her lips twitch as she contemplates my question. “Perhaps,” she answers.
Smart girl.
“What would you say if I told you I loved you, Bexley?”
She stops breathing, not expecting those words out of my mouth. Her hands fly to her mouth and she looks at me with eyes wide.
“I would…I would say, why…why now?” she answers stuttering.
“Somehow you’ve worked your way in,” I tell her, still not admitting those words, but to her it looks like I have.
“I have to go,” she says grabbing her bag from the counter and running out the door. I don’t stop her because I know where she’s going. She’s going to talk to Ember. I sit there, contemplating everything when the front door slams shut.
“Is she here?” Dunk’s voice booms through to my office. I yell back to him, “No,” and he walks in. He shakes his head in disappointment when he sits down.
“I don’t trust her,” he says, the first thing out of his mouth.
“It’s not up to you to trust her,” I tell him.
“She was asking questions that she shouldn’t have been. Women don’t ask those types of questions. I don’t trust her,” he says flopping down onto the chair with an extravagant sigh.
“I know who she is, Dunk, I wouldn’t be around her otherwise.”
“You got feelings for this chick don’t you?” he says raising his eyebrows in question.
“Again, none of your fucking business,” I tell him pinning him with a death stare.
“She will destroy you,” he says standing.
“I don’t doubt she won’t,” I tell him smiling.
“Fucking stupid man,” he says shaking his head on his way out.
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She arrives home a few hours after she left, quiet when she sees me. Walking to me, she sits on my lap. I grab her hips and dig my fingers in, knowing I will more than likely bruise her. She slides herself over my cock and looks at me with a smile.
“You were engaged to be married before?” I ask her. Her head goes to the side contemplating how to answer.
“Yes.”
“Did you love him?”
She pulls a face. “No.”
“Why then?”
“Because he’s one of my best friends. I’ve been friends with him my whole life, and it was expected,” she says leaning into me, laying her head on my shoulder while she’s still straddling me.
“You’re mine now, Bexley,” I say to her hugging her tight. “The only way that will change is if we’re dead.” She stops breathing for a second, taking in my words. I kiss the top of her head and pick her up. She clings to me with her legs still wrapped around my waist.
We move to the bedroom and I place her on the bed. She lets go of me reluctantly.
“You know, Bexley, I had a rule. But for you, I broke that one rule. So if you do anything to fuck that up, I will hurt those you love,” I tell her leaning down, my voice low with meaning. Her eyes go wide, but she nods her head.
“I have issues, Bexley, and the way I sort those issues isn’t healthy. I kill people who betray me and I torture those who lie to me. You wouldn’t do either, would you, Bexley?” My nose scrapes along her neck; so I can hear each breath she takes. Her breathing is fast, telling me she’s going to lie.
“No,” she says, lying. I grab her roughly by the hair and pull her head back. Her eyes go alarmingly wide like she’s about to get caught out for something.
“Don’t fucking lie,” I seethe. She tries shaking her head, but she can’t because my grip is too damn tight.
“You will suck my cock for lying, Bexley, but don’t think it’s a punishment considering you love it.” She nods her head and I point with my free hand for her to undo my pants. She does, on shaky hands my pants drop to the floor, and I climb out of them. Her warm hands touch me, making my already hard cock like rock. She licks the top first, tasting and then licks from top to bottom, making me groan with want.