Page 43 of Indulge
By the time I slam the door behind me, my chest feels hollow.
And I realize something awful.
I wanted him to stop me. Because if he did, I think I’d listen. He has that dominance in his voice and the way he holds himself alters something in my brain.
I can’t help it.
He’s an asshole, but there is something under that hard exterior I want to see. It feels like he could give me something I’ve been missing.
20
ROWAN
Song- Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand
My brother is a dick sometimes.
I know he’s upset her, I can see the tears she’s trying to fight back.
I can’t stop staring at her as she yaps away about him calling her a business arrangement.
“Rowan, can I borrow your car?”
That snaps my attention back.
“What for?” I ask.
I hardly know this woman, but I think I’d do anything she asked of me.
“I wanna go for some drinks, make some friends. Get out of this fucking prison for a bit before I slit your brother’s throat in his sleep,” she huffs.
I love this violent side of her.
“Well, I need my brother alive. Want me to take you out? Show you the town? Grab some food, movie?”
Her eyes light up, and my heart races.
“You’d do that?”
The more I speak to her, the more I’m starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together. I don’t think she’s ever felt like she belongs anywhere. Always fighting for her place. Doing everything for herself.
Well, Miss Independent is about to learn something new.
“Let me hop in the shower, then we can go. Where are my cookies?” I ask.
She pouts.
“Left with Reggie. Should have laced them like I planned.”
My eyes go wide.
“Bella. Please do not.”
She giggles. “Fine. He shouts at me again, though—he’s fair game.”
I shrug. If he’s going to upset her, he deserves her revenge.
“I’m going to do some yoga while I wait,” she tells me.
