Page 20 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
I recognize it instantly. It’s her.
Quickly, I scale a trellis and tap on the glass.
Then again, but harder.
The silhouette appears again, and the curtain pulls back, revealing her beautiful face.
Mira…
Her eyes go wide when she sees me, and her jaw drops like she’s about to scream. But I quickly place a finger over my lips and shake my head. It takes her just a moment to process, but then a tiny smile comes over her lips. She glances over her shoulder, then unlatches the window and slides it up.
“Finn! What in the world are you doing here?” she whispers. Her voice is slightly frantic, but still so sweet, like warm honey.
“I just saw Tyler race out of here,” I say as I climb inside, landing softly on her carpet. “He looked…upset.”
“So youarestalking me?” she asks, sneering playfully at me. I look down at her. She’s wearing nothing but a tiny pair of short-shorts that show the curve of her delicious ass and a pink tank top with a low neckline. I’m instantly hard.
“And what if I am?” I counter.
She thinks for a second, then swallows. “He told me…that you were blackmailing him.”
My chest tightens. She has more to say.
“And?”
“And he said you had pictures—fakepictures—and that you were so obsessed with me that you’d do anything just to have me.”
I grit my teeth and ball my fists. I should speed after him, hunt him down. If I left now, I could catch up with him and beat the snot out of him.
“Is that true, Finn?” she asks, her voice wavering.
I step closer, my eyes taking in the gorgeousness of her existence. The soft skin of her thighs, the cleavage showing at her low neckline, the fullness of her lips. God, I want her so fucking badly.
“The second part is true,” I reply. “I would do anything to have you, Mira.”
“Finn—” Her voice trembles, like she wasn’t expecting me to say that.
“But the first part is a lie. I do have a photo of him, but it’s not fake. It’s real. He’s been cheating on you. Probably for a while. I’m sorry.”
Her eyes lower like she’s hearing something she’s been expecting to hear now for a while. I expect her to cry. Cover her face with her hands and break down. But that’s not what happens.
Her lips actually twist into the hint of a smile, while her cheeks turn rosy red like a ripe peach. “He said the wedding is off.” A feeling of relief warms me. “And that’s because of you?”
She raises her eyes to mine. I can’t decipher the look she’s giving me. Is she thankful? Angry? Insulted that I intervened in her life?
Well, the only solution now is to tell the truth.
“Yes.” I nod.
“And you did this…for me?” Her lips are trembling. I step closer, my voice low and firm.
“He didn’t give two shits about you, Mira. He never did. You deserve better than him.”
She stares back at me, speaking the unspoken with her eyes.
Yes, Mira. You’re mine.
I reach out and cup her cheek. The warmth of her skin is like a drug, kicking my body into overdrive. “I couldn’t stand thethought of you walking down the aisle with him, Mira. It made me sick.””
