Chapter 30
I want to hurt her, I want to fuck her, I want to do so many things that are running rampant in my head right now, but I can’t. Now is not the time or the place, the blonde next to me tries grabbing my hand, but I shake her lose. She’s bad, and I didn’t think when I needed a date she’d be this horrific. She hasn’t let go of me the entire night, hasn’t stopped touching me, whispering things to me, dirty things. And with everything she’s said and done, I want nothing more than to get away from her. She’s annoying the living shit out of me. This is why I don’t date, this is why I have a rule, and this is why I fuck them then leave them. None of them are like her, like Bexley. The Bexley I want to hurt then love. The Bexley who’s sitting down drinking and laughing with the men that surround her.
I shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t engage though it’s too late. Even though I wish I fucking hadn’t, I don’t regret feeling her body that close to mine, or the smell of her, or the taste of her.
I want to destroy her for making me this weak man that pines for a woman who I don’t need nor want, but something I must have. I wonder if I broke her? If I’ve made her less of a woman than she is, would I still want her? Would I be able to finally get her out of my system? To stop fucking my life up?
She laughs loudly from the table she’s sitting at, and I can see four empty glasses in front of her. She’s had quite a bit to drink, more than her usual.
“Why must you stare at her the whole night?” the woman who’s my date for the evening whines in my ear. I look at her and see her bottom lip pucker out. Trying to look cute, but it doesn’t. Just makes her look needy.
“Why don’t you go and get another drink,” I tell her waving her off. She doesn’t listen, I didn’t expect her to either, just hoped that she would.
“You can call me her name if you fuck me right now. There’s a bathroom not far from here,” she purrs in my ear.
“How about you find some man that wants that, go and fuck someone other than me,” I dismiss her, not looking back. I walk straight to where I want to be, against my better judgment. She doesn’t look up when I reach her, she’s talking to Ember, but Ember sees me and smiles and walks away leaving her by herself.
“Come to annoy me some more,” she says then turns to me.
“What happened to my good girl, the girl who would do anything I said?” I goad her. She rolls her eyes and I want to laugh.
“You destroyed her. That thing you called a heart, you broke it,” she says, her face showing no emotion.
“You did that yourself, Bexley. I was willing to fall…to fall hard for you. But you fucked that up, and it backfired, didn’t it? You tried, but didn’t succeed on both counts, in arresting me and making me love you.”
“Oh, you love me, Zeke, don’t deny yourself that. I know you do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be following me around like a lost puppy,” she says standing and slapping my shoulder in pity before moving off. I sit there for a second and watch her walk out of the reception area before I get up and follow. Maybe she’s right, but I will get what I want.
I see her straight away; she’s standing at the bathroom door waiting. I walk up to her, grab her roughly by her arm and drag her into the closet then shut the door. It's dark, pitch black actually. She tries to find the door, but I’m blocking it with my body. I feel her hands on me as she starts hitting me.
“Let me the fuck out, Zeke, before I do damage,” she warns. I cover my junk with one hand and touch her with the other. I grab her shoulder because I can’t see and she’s hitting me harder, trying to will me away with her fist. I step forward, enclosing in on her, trapping her in the corner. I can just make out her body’s outline from the faint line of light coming in from the outside.
“Don’t you touch me,” she warns again. I drop my hand so it pats her bare leg, slowing sliding it up with a light trace. Her hands stop dead on me, no matter how much she tries to deny it, her body wants me.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her reaching further up, her breathing is heavy and I can feel it on my neck. “You’re going to be mine all over again,” I tell her. When I reach where her underwear should be, I find nothing but bare skin. My breath is sharp because I can feel and smell her wetness.
“I won’t be yours,” she says in a shaky voice, trying to convince herself.
“Oh, but you will be, you’ve loved me from the start. That isn’t going to stop now,” I tell her sliding one finger in. She reaches her hands out and rips my shirt open, buttons fly everywhere. She moves forward and I take my time with my free hand to pull myself out. I’m hard, and it’s all for her. She leans forward and bites down on my shoulder, licking it then biting again.
“Leg,” I tell her. She listens and lifts her leg. I hook it up around my waist and position myself in her, I don’t waste any time as I slam straight into her, wanting and needing every last bit of her. She screams and muffles it with another bite to my shoulder, most likely marking me. Her hands drop and slide around to my back, and scrapes her nails hard down my back, making me want to remove them, but also enjoying the pain that comes from it.
“You tried,” I say in between gasps of breath. I fuck her harder, and she lets me. Soon she starts screaming louder, digging her fingernails further into my skin. It doesn’t take me long to follow her down her road of happiness. And when I’m there, I am even faster to pull out and leave her standing there. I open the door and look at her one last time, in her orgasmic state. Fuck! She truly is beautiful. Her eyes lock on mine and I pull my shirt together and slide my cock back in before I walk out without a word. Leaving her there with a single tear sliding down her cheek.
I don’t stay any longer, not caring about my date or the wedding. The entire drive my mind is on her, about the way she felt, the way she looked so broken but trying to mask it.
Dunk is standing at my doorway when I reach home and he gives me an odd look, then follows me inside.
“Holy shit! Who did you piss off.” He whistles behind me. I turn back to him and give him a look that tells him to explain, and he points to my back. “You’re bleeding,” he says pointing to my back. I take my shirt off and stare, the back is covered in blood. “Holy shit, there are scratch marks, and you’re covered in bite marks. Must have been a good fucking night,” he says loudly and proudly. “So who was it?” he asks as we make our way to my office, and he follows. I try to avoid his questions knowing he won’t shut up until he knows.
“Bexley,” I say referring to his question, his smile drops and his face becomes angry.
“You can’t be serious, that cunt fucked us over. Why would you even be near that bitch?” He starts pacing then cussing out a string of swear words.
“Watch your mouth,” I warn him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” He throws his hands up, then storms out the way he came in.