Page 7 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
As he stands, he sucks in a deep breath and puffs his chest out like he’s not intimidated. But he fails miserably. I’m at least six inches taller than him, and in way better shape. He simply can’t hold a candle to me, and everyone here knows it.
“Fine,” he says as he backs away. “Take her. She’s probably a royal pain in the ass anyway.”
I want to mash his teeth in for speaking about Mira that way, but it’s best not to make a scene and get myself thrown out. I’m here for her, and I can’t see her if I’m busy dealing with the cops.
I keep my eyes on Stan until he’s back at his table with the other Skulls, then turn to Mira’s friend, who’s looking at me like she can’t believe what just happened.
“What’s wrong with you?” I grunt. “Aren’t you her friend? How are you gonna let that skeeze-bag grope her like that!?”
“Fuck you!” Her friend scowls.
“Don’t you have pepper spray or something to protect yourselves?” I’m furious. How can these two be so vulnerable when guys like Stan are around? “The world isn’t a nice safe place like in the sitcoms.”
I should have been here to protect her—
“Hey!” Mira snaps, standing. “Don’t talk to my friend like that!”
Again, her beauty almost levels me. Her scent causes my lust to skyrocket. My rage for Stan has me redlining. I need to calm myself down before I explode.
Mira’s eyes are narrow as she glares at me. I can see the mess in her makeup I made when I busted all over her gorgeous face and marked her as mine. My cock jerks as I think about how incredible it will be to spread her open and spray my seed inside her. Christ, I wonder she could still be a virgin. For some reason, I’m just getting that energy from her.
“As a matter of fact,” Mira’s friend says, standing and doing her best to look scary and failing miserably. “Why don’t you get the fuck out of here? I mean, thanks for the help, but—”
“I save her ass and you don’t even invite me for a drink?” I ask, eyeing Mira, who begins to shift uncomfortably. After a moment, she purses her lips and slowly nods.
“Okay,” Mira replies. “That’s true. Finn did me a favor. We probably owe him a drink for that.”
From this above angle, I get an eyeful of her cleavage, and it takes all my self-restraint not to just slide my hand down her shirt and cup those beautiful tits. I bet they’re so firm and perky. After she left the shop, I was killing myself for not getting my hands on them when I had the chance. I guess I just wasn’t thinking straight. I was too focused on getting her off.
“Yeah, let’s buy this random guy a drink,” Sandy scoffs. “I’m sure when your fiancé finds out about that, he won’t have a shit-fit.”
My chest burns, and my body goes tense.
Fiancé?
It’s like a bomb just went off above me, sending my whole world spinning. That same feeling of betrayal and abandonment I felt back at the shop comes barreling back into me like a truck with the throttle pinned. My fists clench even tighter, causing my knuckles to ache.
Now it all makes sense.
The gorgeous, privileged princess knew she was getting married and just wanted to have one last fling with a working-class roughneck like me before going back to her castle with her Prince Charming.
I knew it.
A girl like her would never settle for a guy like me. But I deluded myself into thinking I had a chance. That I’d show uphere and sweep her off her feet like some kind of hero. What the hell was I thinking?
I drag my eyes over her body, drinking in her curves and overwhelming beauty. Imusthave her. There’s no way I’m letting her walk out of my life without having her one more time. Without experiencing that unclaimed slit. She got what she wanted from me, now I’m going to get what I need from her.
She’s eyeing me nervously, like she’s afraid of what I’m about to do. I want to grab her by the hair and drag her out of here like a caveman, but even I can’t pull something like that off in a bar full of people. So I take a calming breath and ask, “You wanna see my bike?”
Sandy clears her throat, pretty explicitly hinting at me to fuck off. But Mira searches my face for a clue as to my intentions. I give her nothing. If she doesn’t get it by now, she never will.
Of course she’s going to shut me down.
The princess goes home with the prince, not the pauper.
But to my surprise, she shrugs. “Sure. Show me.”
Sandy gives he a look like she’s crazy as she stands. “Are you kidding, Mira?”
