Page 60 of Wreckage of Me
“Her boyfriend,” Puck responds, and I almost chock on my own spit.
“What fuckin’ boyfriend?” I continue interrogating him.
“I don’t fuckin’ know,” he shrugs. “They’re holding hands,” he points to the two people we’re observing. “Why would they hold hands unless they were dating, am I right?”
“No, you’re not fuckin’ right,” I snap at him. I press the bottle of beer I was holding to his chest and just let it go, hoping he’s got good enough reflexes to catch it before it hits the ground.
I start walking toward where Becca and this asshole she’s with have stopped to talk to Devereaux.
“So sorry for your loss, Mr. Stewart,” she tells him in her sweet voice that I’ve missed like hell since the last time I saw her.
Devereaux nods at her like he’s royalty and she’s his subject. “Thank you for coming, Rebecca.”
“Mr. Stewart,” the asshole she’s with stretches his hand for Devereaux to shake. “I’m Oliver Nolan. I work with Becca and Emily,” he explains.
“Dr. Nolan,” Devereaux greets him like he’s something special. “My daughter speaks very highly of you. Thank you for coming.”
A doctor? She’s fucking a doctor from the hospital where she works? Isn’t that unethical or some shit? Shouldn’t HR be notified?
“Becca,” I call out before I can think better of it. That seems to bring everyone’s attention to me, at least those standing around Devereaux.
My mother, who’s standing next to him, like she’s his co-host of this shindig, turns surprised eyes my way. I don’t like the calculating look in them when she glances from me to Becca, then back to me.
“Dylan,” Becca gasps in surprise. There was no way for her to know I’d be here today since she didn’t know my connection to Shortie. I’m fairly certain she’s not aware of Shortie having been in a motorcycle club,mymotorcycle club. Although, unbeknownst to her, she met him when he played the part of the attorney representing me in my so called murder trial.
“I need to talk to you.” With that, I just grab her by the arm and start dragging her behind me.
“Oh my god, what is wrong with you?” She resists my pull, then somehow manages to yank her arm out of my hold.
“Is there a problem?” douche canoe asks from the sidelines, watching us with interest.
“No problem,” Becca mumbles.
“Yeah, there’s a fuckin’ problem,” I growl at the same time.
I catch my mother’s expression from the corner of my eye. She’s got a knowing smirk on her face, but I refuse to acknowledge it.
“Rebecca,” Devereaux calls her name, and she jumps in surprise. “You and Mr. Knight can go use my study for your conversation.” He’s definitely ordering us and not suggesting us to do this. “Dr. Nolan,” he turns toward Becca’sboyfriend, “tell us about your job.”
With that, we are all dismissed. I once again grab Becca by the arm and drag her toward the hallway, then down to where I know Devereaux’s home office is located. The fucker thought I needed permission to do this, I roll my eyes to myself.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I don’t respond, just slam the office door behind us, so hard, a picture rattles on the wall. I am breathing hard, it’s like I just ran a mile at the highest speed.
“Dylan, I…”
I don’t give a shit what she’s got to tell me. I wrap my hand to the front of her throat and apply some pressure. It is not enough to hurt her, just enough to push her back against the hard surface of the door.
Her eyes are wide and dilated, lips parted, so ready for me. Both of us are breathing heavy now. I can feel her pulse speeding up under the tips of my fingers that are still wrapped around her throat.
“You think you can just walk in here,” I squeeze a little harder, and she moans in pleasure, “with your fancy boyfriend, and that I’d just stand to the side and watch?”
Becca never takes her eyes off my face. There’s fire in them, and all the blood rushes to my cock when she licks her lips, then bites her bottom lip in a very sexual manner.
“What are you going to do about it?” She lets out a little puff of air right into my face, and I think I’m gonna come in my jeans.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” I nip at her bottom lip in the same spot that she was biting only seconds ago. “And after I’m done with you,” I press her head against the door while my other hand grazes one nipple, then the other, “I’m gonna send you back to him.” She jumps and whimpers when I pinch her right nipple, then move my hand down to the short skirt she has on, yanking it up. “With my cum dripping out of your pussy and down your legs…”
