Page 12 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
The car door opens, and first, I see her leg. Long, sleek, lustrous, and sensual. She’s wearing a pair of black heels with red bottoms, a slim-fit red skirt, and a tight white top that shows off the perfection of her curves. Her chestnut hair is up in a bun, accentuating the flawless lines of her face, but her eyes are hidden behind a pair of large, black designer sunglasses. My cock twitches at the sight of her. She could not be any more perfect. I want her so goddamn bad.
She walks toward me like a dream. My Mira, dressed like a model, her hips swaying like the personification of feminine energy. Her legs look a mile long as she moves, and I can’t stop thinking about her juicy little slit at their apex, just waiting for my cock to split her open.
My pulse kicks hard like a mule as she approaches. I feel the eyes from the other guys as they look over at me, but I ignore them. My life is her and only her right now.
She isn’t smiling. But I’m fine with that. There’s nothing funny about our situation—ourrelationship. If anything, her circumstances are more dire than she knows.
“Finn,” she says, stopping maybe a foot away from me, one hand planted sassily on her hip. “Are you stalking me?”
My mouth goes dry. “What do you mean, princess?”
“Don’t play dumb,” she replies, pulling her phone from her purse. She swipes and shows me a photo of me, sitting on my bike, parked across the street from her house.Shit. “Security footage from the other night. So I ask you again—”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” My response shuts her up. In fact, her breath hitches, and she blinks several times, shocked by my reply.
“Excuse me?”
“You ever think there may have been another reason I was there?” I ask. “Other than stalking you?”
I don’t know whether I’m offended or impressed by the fact that she came here with this photo. She could have gone to the cops, and with her last name, I’d no doubt be in the back of a squad car right now. But little does Mira know, she’s not the only one with an interesting photo. The only difference is mine actually proves something sinister about her fiancé, Tyler.
“And what would that reason be?” she asks.
Christ, Ireallywant to tell her. But I also don’t want to be the one to shatter the fantasy of her perfect life. I can’t see her actually being into Tyler, but what if she is? What if she’s actually in love with him and has just made a couple of mistakes with me? If I prove he’s been cheating on her, she might end up lashing out in anger and blaming me for his actions.
That could mean never seeing her again…
I step closer, enough to make her eyes shift up to keep them locked on me. “Why didyoucome here, Mira?” Her lips part for a moment then close again. “You could have had Daddy’s security show up or called the cops on me. But you didn’t.Youcame. Why?”
I reach out and lift her sunglasses from her face, revealing her gorgeous eyes. She doesn’t even flinch or pull away. She just lets me do it. She’s okay with my familiarity. More than okay.
“I just wanted to ask you about this—” She holds out the photo again, but I cut her off, shaking my head.
“No. You came to see if what we had was real,” I reply, my voice low and rough. “If what you felt was more than just a moment in time. If it was something solid you can hold on to.”
Mira shakes her head. “It didn’tmeananything…”
“Liar,” I snap. I move in, and her hand comes up, pressing against my chest like she’s about to push me back. But her fingers curl into the grease-stained fabric of my shirt instead, and I see that she’s trembling.
“Just tell me…why were you there?” she asks. “What did you want?”
There are two truths I could reveal to her now: the truth of the photo—of Tyler’s infidelity—or the truth of my crushing desire for her.
I lean closer, brushing my lips against her ear. “I was there for you.” Her body quivers. “To take you from Tyler, because you belong to me.”
Mira pulls back, her eyes wide and flashing. “T-Tyler? How do you know about him?”
“He doesn’t deserve you,” I tell her. “And I think you know that.”
I want to tell herso badly.But it could end in disaster. I’m walking a thin tightrope now over a pit of flames, and we’re both on the brink of plummeting in if I make one wrong move.
I run my eyes up Mira’s body. Her skirt looks like it’s hanging on for dear life, and those perky, teenage tits are about to burst out of her tight white top. My dick is rock hard as I breathe in her scent. My lust for her is overwhelming.
“Sorry, princess, but there was a problem processing your payment,” I say, loud enough that the rest of the shop can hear me. Mira gives me a strange look. “I’m gonna need you to come into the office so we can straighten it out.”
I don’t even wait for her response. I just walk away, knowing she’ll follow. Which she does. Once inside, I close and lock the door behind us and draw the shutters, giving us complete privacy.
“A payment problem, huh?” she asks.
