two.”
He
glances up from his phone to me. “It is and it has been for a while. She’s just
a psycho ex. I’m sure you’ll understand once you break things off with Zack.”
“She
never liked me, anyway.”
“Who
cares, cupcake. She’s old news.”
I
sit the half eaten burger down, staring into his eyes. “Not really. She called
me and said she was going to break my neck if I didn’t leave you alone.”
His
expression turns to stone. “What? She called you?”
I
nod. “More than once, but the calls are always private or unknown.”
“We’re
getting our numbers changed,” he says with sudden solemnity in his tone.
“It’s
not that serious, Tate,” I mumble.
“Well,
you’re that serious to me. Besides, it’s not like we can go to the police—her dad’s
the sheriff.” He stares at a fixed spot on the wooden table, dumbfounded. “What
was I thinking when I was with her?”
“Curvy redhead with giant boobs.”
His
eyes have an amused twinkle. “You’re right. I cannot deny the beast inside of
me. When I see a pair of nice and fertile hips all I want to do is stick my d—”
“Okay,
Tate. I get the picture.”
Part Two
The
strong heartbeat of a furious lion…
I
don’t have much, so packing should be a breeze. I just have to wait for the perfect
time. Perfect time equals less heartache for everyone. My eyes dart to the
digital clock on the dresser that reads 7 P.M. Zack should’ve been home by now,
but it is Friday. Maybe he took his crew out for drinks or something.
I
check my dying cell one last time before I shut it off, placing it on the
nightstand by the bed. I’ll charge it later.
No
messages from Zack, just five missed unknown calls.
Anxiety
about leaving builds in my gut. This is the second time I’m acting on a bold
decision, the first was moving out here two years ago. Maybe a nap can settle
me down. I need to get my scrambled thoughts together if I want this move to go
off without a hitch.
Yep,
a nap is exactly what I need , I think as I climb into our, I mean,
his bed.
***
The
covers are thrown off me. I’m woken by an excruciating pain spiking through my
scalp. It’s Zack. He’s pulling me out the bed by my hair.
My
hair!
“ Ow !” I yell as he drags me out the bed.
“What
the fuck, Rain?” He lets go once I’m on the floor. “I…called…and…called…and…called!
Why the fuck didn’t you answer? You know how I feel about you not answering
your phone. I don’t like that shit. Not at all. Are
you doing this to me on purpose?”
My
hands reach up in my hair, lightly caressing my stinging scalp. “No. My fucking
phone is dead you asshole.”
He
laughs darkly. His fair skin is darkened by the moonlight and his crystal blue
eyes are dilated, the tainted black spilling into the pure blue. He’s dressed
in his mechanic uniform. He’s still breathtakingly gorgeous. Angry
as hell but still beautiful. He crosses his arms at his chest,
expression lightly amused and way more annoyed. “Asshole?”
My
stomach flutters, my pulse is erratic like my breathing. “You heard me, asshole .”
In
a movement that happens too fast I barely witness it, he squats down and
cruelly cups my chin, staring directly into my wide eyes. The heat emanating
off his body is scorching. It’s like I am being roasted alive. His fingers
pinch my skin. “You love this fucking asshole?”
Holding
his turbulent gaze, I nod breathlessly.
He
narrows his eyes very slightly before placing a soft and wet kiss on my lips.
Zack closes his eyes, resting his heated forehead on mine. He seems heady for a
moment. “I love so much, Rain, so fucking much. If you ever leave me…I will kill myself because not having you at my side will drive me fucking insane. You
get me?”
My
heart plummets to stomach.
Damn!
Damn!
Damn!
Damn!
“Yeah,
I got you,” I whisper, shocked beyond my natural capacity.
“You’re
my superstar, my beginning, my ending. I can’t
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