Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) by Stephanie Jean Read Free Book Online Page A

wasn’t used to feeling unless it came from my dark place.
    “That would be great! Dinner is at six; you can bring Bettina if you like.”
    I looked at her, wondering why she’d even make the suggestion. “No. That’s not necessary.”
    She started waving her hands. She looked like a nervous chicken. “Well, she’s your girlfriend and a big part of your life. We would all like to get to know her.” Her eyes were drifting all over the room, anxious again.
    “No. Bettina will never meet Mom and Dad.” She dropped it after that. My loud, rigid voice had her literally running for cover. She was out of her chair, heading towards the door.
    “Sounds good. We will see you Thursday,” she said over her shoulder, shuffling her two kids along as she left my office.
    I finished work and headed home. I was in no mood for Bettina tonight. I parked the Jeep at my apartment and took Bo for a refreshing, peaceful, long walk to wind down. When we made it back to the apartment, Bettina was in the kitchen with her arms folded across her chest. I took a deep breath.
    “It’s nice you finally decided to come inside.” She was looking for trouble. Bettina had to be the unhappiest person I knew, which never bothered me, until right now.
    “Bo and I took a walk.” I maneuvered around her to fill up Bo’s water bowl. My callous response pissed her off even more. She leaned into my stride, but I was careful not to touch her. I knew the game, and I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. There were dishes in thesink, so I set his bowl down on the floor and went to work putting them in the dishwasher.
    She kept bitching about how I upset her. She wanted to be more of a priority to me. I rolled my eyes as I continued wiping down the counters. She continued to follow me, her voice growing squeakier as I mentally shut her out, sidestepping around her to the patio to feed Bo. I ignored her, which was something I had become really good at.
    I trudged to my bathroom, needing a door between us. She followed me in and I just pretended she wasn’t there, tossing my clothes aside and stepping into the cold water. I heard her getting huffier as I began washing myself. I closed my eyes and visions of long, black hair filled my mind. Surprised by the image, I opened my eyes and rinsed off before stepping out and drying off.
    Bettina took the cue and left, which I was grateful for since my dick was straining and I didn’t want her thinking it was anything she did. I dragged my tired legs to the dresser to get my boxers before she came back into the room. When I opened the drawer, all of my boxers were gone. I felt my neck veins pop out as I clenched my teeth, and my hands balled into fists. If she wanted the animal in me, that’s what she was going to get.
    “
Bettina
,” I yelled as my muscles began to flex. I stalked to the kitchen, on the hunt for her. She was out on the balcony.
    “What the
fuck
did you do with my boxers?” My words fell quiet as I glanced over the rail at the traffic eight stories below and saw my boxers floating down.
    “Now you want to talk?” She held up a handful of socks and began to throw one pair over the rail. My eye twitched, anger boiling under my skin. Aggressively, I reached over and grabbed her by her hair, and shoved her back into the apartment.
Fuck, this girl drove me psychotic
. I forced her to the bed and threw her on it. She smiled and it stirred ugly things inside me. I looked away briefly, trying to gain my control when I saw Bo. He tilted his head at me, and for some reason that small movement calmed me. I tied Bettina to the bed, her arms pulled out and up. I placed the belts across her stomach, securing her to the bed, and I tied straps around her knees and pulled them up as well. I stepped backand looked at my masterpiece, but I felt emotionless. Bettina was posed like a stringed puppet, arms and knees up.
    “Do you like to look at me like this?” She was still smirking, her voice like