Oceans Apart Book 1 (Oceans Apart #1)(29)

“What? Liked what?” Did he know about Tristan and me? He couldn’t. Could he?

“You’re supposed to be mine. I made a mistake, yeah, but you’re going to forgive me for that, aren’t you?” He slid his hand around my throat, whispering in my ear, “We’re going to be together again…dirty girl.”

“The hell we are!” I yelled as I jerked my knee up, hitting him in his nutsack. He doubled over, grabbing it — and in the process, let me go. I ran into the kitchen, slamming the door behind me and slid the table up against it, hoping it would at least hold him back a few minutes . My heart was beating so fast, I thought I might have a heart attack, and the adrenaline flowing through my veins wouldn’t let me stop to rest.


He was in my house, and he was crazy. The door rattled up against the table, I knew I had to do something quick or he was going to hurt me. I searched for my phone to call 911 and it wasn’t there. Fuck!

I leaned against the counter and put my head in my hands, taking several deep breaths. I felt like I was going to throw up. I didn’t know what he would do, or what he was even capable of, and I glanced over to the knives hanging on the cabinet just as the table skipped across the floor, and the door flew open.

“Making some dinner in here?” Brad asked as he limped in, and I backed up again.

Fuck. Fuck. Double f*ck.

“Remember how you used to make all those fancy-ass dinners all the time?” he asked me. “With green shit on it for — what was that? Garnish? I miss that.” He slowly moved closer to me.

“Why?” I retorted. “You never appreciated it before.” I looked around for something to hit him with.

He narrowed his eyes. “Why do you think that? It was good food. Coulda gotten it from a restaurant and saved yourself hours of work, but you were always a good cook, babe. It’s one of the reasons I love you.”

“Stop saying that. Stop calling me babe. Just stop!” I screamed.

Brad’s eyes went to the counter when a buzzing sound echoed through the kitchen, and I swore under my breath for not finding my phone sooner.

“Expecting a call?” He walked over and picked it up off the floor. “Oh, it’s Kari. Do you still live with that bitch? I thought you would have found a new roommate by now. Someone who was less of a f*cking *.” He waited for the call to go to voicemail and then dropped the phone into his pocket.

“You mean like you?” I muttered. “Kari’s not a bitch. And she’s going to be home soon, so you need to go. You don’t want to know what she’s going to do if she comes home and finds you here.”

He snorted at that. “Oh please, I’m not scared of her. And I really don’t give a f*ck if she shows up right now, anyway. So are you going to show me what a dirty, filthy girl you are?”

That was pretty much proof he was crazy. “Why do you keep saying that? What is your f*cking deal with this dirty girl shit?”

“Who is he, Gin? This Tristan you’ve been f*cking online?” He sneered. “Who the f*ck is he?”

“What? How? God, Brad are you—” I wanted to kill him.

“Yeah, your room is bugged,” he smirked, pacing around the kitchen.

“You f*cking bugged my room, *? You are a sick f*ck! I can’t believe you’d do that! Fuck! Like seriously, you put a f*cking bug in my room? ”

“Yeah, Gin, I did bug your room. I watch you. How does it feel to know that I’ve been watching you f*cking yourself in front of the computer?” He walked over to the knives and slid one off the strip. “You know, Gin, instead of jacking off to some f*ck on the computer, maybe you should have took me up on my offer to get back together? Seems more realistic doesn’t it?”

He ran his finger down the blade, looking at it and then back at me, slowly walking toward me. “I plan to be here for a while, and I didn’t have any lunch, so…make me one of those fancy-schmancy meals you like to cook, and I’ll even do the dishes for you, you know, like I used to.”

“Like you used to? You never helped me with one single dish when I made something. You said I was the one who decided to make all the fancy food, so I should be the one to clean it up. God, you’re an *!” I hesitated for a second, catching my breath. “You know, maybe you’re thinking about Helena,” I said. “Maybe you helped her in the kitchen.”

“Don’t talk about her!” Brad snapped. “This isn’t about her!”

“The f*ck it isn’t! It was always about her! She’s the reason we’re not together anymore because apparently your dick runs the show. But I consider it a good thing that you gave me a heads up on how much of an * you are.”

Brad was quiet for a minute, looking at me with an eerie calm in his eye. “Is that what you think? I’m an *? Is Tristan an * as well?”

“You.

Cheated.

On.

Me.

You’ve been stalking me for weeks now. You’ve broken into my house, taken me hostage, now I find out my room is bugged and you’ve been watching me like a f*cking psycho. What do you think I think of you?”

He moved just a little bit closer, the knife dangling from his fingers. He dropped it as his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, yanking it painfully until I was flush against his chest. I struggled to get away from him, but he was a good eight inches taller than me and so much stronger. “Mmm, you smell so nice,” he said, nuzzling his face in my neck.