Bad Boy Blues(81)

I mean, I knew that already. But this gives it a concrete picture. An apartment he shares with friends. A job he’s good at. I bet everybody who watches him perform thinks the same way. That he’s brilliant and breathtaking.

His eyes take on a distant look, then. “Took me a hell of a lot longer though, to realize that not every dad treats his kid that way. For the longest time I thought that this is how it’s supposed to be. A father is supposed to be mean and angry and I’m supposed to… just take it and hate him. I’m supposed to hate him so much that I become like him.” Finally, he focuses on me. “A bully.”

“Zach, you’re not…” I begin with a determined and fierce tone. “You haven’t been a bully in a long time.”

“It was you who made me realize it, you know that?”

“Me?”

He’s looking at me with something so akin to affection that I feel like I’ll burst out of my skin. I’m so restless and needy.

So hungry for this elusive guy.

“Yeah. What you said to me on prom night. How I change you and make you into a worse person. That’s when I realized I’d been doing to you what my dad does to me. I’ve been turning you into me, angry and vengeful.”

Don’t be like me.

His words from long ago make sense to me now. I get what he was saying. In his own way, he was telling me to move on, forget about him, live my life. He was telling me to be a bigger person, a better person than him.

I grab the back of his neck and press our foreheads together. “You’re not like your dad. You’re better than him. You’re so much better and amazing and –”

Zach moves his hand from my waist and clutches my face, arching my neck up. “What’s with the twenty questions?”

His brusque tone makes something clench in my tummy. Something thrilling and delicious. And I wrap my fingers around his wrist, the one with the tattoo. For some reason, touching it sends a shot of current slamming into my core.

“Why’d you come back to this town?” I ask.

His demeanor takes on a dark turn, a mysterious turn. “Why?”

Ever since he came back, I’ve seen him climbing out of tower one, where Mr. and Mrs. Prince live. It’s the only place in this mansion where the junior staff isn’t allowed. There have been so many rumors about why, but no one knows for sure and no one dares talk about it above hushed whispers. Mrs. S is super strict about it.

Every time I see him coming out of there, he appears angry and agitated. I don’t know why. But I know it has something to do with his dad.

God, I hate that man so much.

“You were free, Zach.” I swallow with difficulty as his grip on my face increases in pressure and my neck stretches up even more. “Of this place. Of your dad. Why’d you choose to come back?”

The little twinges of pain brought on by his possessive hold make my core spasm with arousal. Hungrily and violently. My breasts are throbbing, and my stomach is trembling with the rush of savage butterflies.

“Why?” he asks me again, looking down at me with hooded eyes.

Just tell me what’s going on so I can help.

“Th-this place isn’t good for you, Zach. You don’t like it here. You shouldn’t be here.”

I don’t know what I’m saying because I don’t want him to leave. Not yet. In fact, that’s the last thing I want.

But if I don’t say this, I’ll probably end up asking him to stay. I’ll end up begging him to stay here. With me.

And I’ll never do that.

This was his St. Patrick’s for the first eighteen years of his life. He doesn’t deserve to be stuck here.

“Why?” he growls, pinching my chin. “What’re you gonna do when I’m gone, Blue, huh? You’re gonna find someone? A guy? Go out with Ryan?”

When he’s gone, I’ll still be here.

Unlike Zach, I’m stuck here. In this town.

It’s not going to end with just getting my house back, is it?

I’ll have to work to keep it, meaning more mortgage payments. And for that, I’ll have to work here, at The Pleiades. Where he grew up, where he was bullied and where we became something more.

I shake my head. “No.”

“No?”

I dig my nails in his wrists. “No. I don’t care about other guys.”

A humorless chuckle escapes him. “Well, that’s not gonna stop them, is it? From sniffing around you like hungry dogs. That’s what you do, Blue. One look at you and a guy gets reduced to his most basic self.”

Happiness blooms inside me at his harsh tone.

Not because of other guys he just referred to but because of him. Because he’s the guy who gets reduced to his most basic self with me.

Zach makes me feel beautiful. He makes me feel stunning.

“What about you?” I pant, fisting his t-shirt. “Are you going to find another girl to date?”

His smile is cold. “I don’t date.”

Something breaks apart inside of me at his words. Some sort of a dam and I’m flooded with emotions. So many savage, violent, possessive emotions.

He’s mine. I don’t care what girl comes after me, he’ll always be mine.

His dick has been buried between our bodies and I rub against it, whispering, “I want you to do something for me.”