Page 41 of Unwritten Rules

A dark smile played in the crack of the door.He looked like a serial killer. With little effort, he pushed the door open, his eyes never leaving mine. He was asserting a sick form of dominance tonight. “You can try all you want to hide from me, but we both know you’re not going to. Even if you locked me out, I’d still get back in to get you, dragging you out kicking and screaming.”

Who the hell did this guy think he was?Did girls really like this shit? I pushed back with what my little arms could give me, and I secretly hated myself for eating gummy candy and not working out. If I was more fit, maybe I stood a chance. Or not. No dice; the door didn’t budge. The intensity in his eyes showed he wasn’t planning on backing down anytime soon.

I gave up and released the door with a huff. He pushed his way inside and I backed away quickly keeping a close eye on his expression. He looked like the big bad wolf coming for dinner.

Half running, half stomping, I made my way back to my room while making a feeble attempt to cover my ass with my hands. I locked the door. No way was he going to see any more of me. Throwing on a sweater and jeans haphazardly, I wanted to get my clothes on as fast as possible in case he made good on his word to break into locked areas. What nerve this guy had. Kidnapping—really?

When I poked my head out from behind the wall, I caught him standing casually just inside the door. He was taking in the surroundings and looked far too comfortable in my house. Before I could psych myself out, I walked back into the living room, leaving a couch’s worth of space between us.

His eyes flicked over to me and sparked in approval.Good to know you approve of my clothes on too, asshole.

He closed the distance between us, holding his jacket out. “Here,” he said, spinning me around and draping it over my shoulders. “If you’re going to be—-unfortunately—clothed...”

I looked over my shoulder back at him, confused at his sudden change in demeanor. First, he was trying to kidnap me in what looked like underwear. Then, he was being a gentleman and putting his jacket on me to keep me warm. Sour, then sweet. Just like the candies I ate.

Before I could process any of it, he scooped me up in one swift motion, slinging me over his shoulder like I weighed no more than a sack of potatoes.

“Brent!” I yelped, pounding my fists on his back and kicking out. “Put me down!” It felt pointless to struggle. He had a firm grip on me and patted my ass as he closed the front door behind him.

All he did was laugh while he carried me down the walkway. Hiscarcame into view and the realization hit me that he planned this anyway. I was just dumb enough to want to bring him his stupid jacket back at the same time in a twisted coincidence. He reveled in my resistance and slaps to his back—he loved it.

He wanted me to fight back more.

My ass found itself firmly planted on the seat of the passenger side and he strapped me into the seatbelt. We were off before I could get my bearings and another night in this twisted game he was playing started yet again.

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?Chapter 12

Fallon

“We’re here,” he announced, slowly sliding his finger down my thigh, tapping my knee. His voice changed again–more playful.

I glanced around, taking in the scene of a creepily lit parking lot. Lights flickered around in the dark and the shadowed silhouette of the back of a building in front of me convinced me again that he might try to kill me. This guy was always taking me out to secluded and almost frightening places. “I knew you’d murder me eventually,” I sighed.

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