Page 53 of Such A Good Guy
Of course. A golden boy.
“That was dumb,” I said hotly. “You could have been caught.”
“Luna, you’ve always been the brains of the operation.”
I began to sputter angrily.
“How the fuck have you not been arrested?”
“I guess no one saw. Can I get you something to eat?” he asked.
“This is not low blood sugar,” I said. “This is realizing I’ve been secretly impregnated by a psychopath.”
“How about chicken alfredo?”
“I need to figure out what kind of person you are,” I said, leaning against the counter before he decided to tie me down and force me to rest. “What do you even like? What even is your personality?”
“I likeyou,” he said, sitting lightly at the end of the bed, his eyes on me.
It was unfair how hot he was, how every move fuckingdrippedwith sex, the false seductive pleasure of even just looking at the muscles in his arms and that devastating jawline.
“No, I mean what things do you enjoy doing? Do you enjoy making music or performing in front of crowds?”
“Yes, before I met you, music was the only thing that made my brain quiet,” he said, tightening a hand on my ankle.
“What isinyour brain?” I asked.
“I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s kind of like a spiky forest of knives? Sometimes they’re noisy or inconvenient.”
“What was Ignatius talking about? What does he have evidence of?”
I realized my analytical brain was already categorizing and analyzing the worst-case scenario.
What the fuck.
I should be figuring out how to escape him.
“I don’t know,” Luke shrugged. “Maybe he’s gotten ahold of my psychological assessment from when I was 16.”
“What happened then?” I asked.
“I killed the guy who ran the foster care group home. Have you had your multivitamin yet today?”
For a moment I was stricken to terrorized silence.
“W-why?” I asked, as Luke got off the bed and moved to the bathroom. In a second he was back and advancing on me with the huge prenatal horse pill.
“Wouldn’t let me play the piano. Now open up, baby girl, you need to take your vitamins.”
My palms felt slick as I gripped the counter behind me.
“Stay away from me,” I said weakly.
His long legs went on either side of me, trapping me in place, and I tightened my mouth to avoid the big pill.
“Why didn’t they press charges? Did you go to juvie?”
“The investigation found he was abusive,” Luke said, tightening his legs on me. I should scream even louder. I shouldn’t feel that low dirty heat in my cunt to smell him, watch as he ran a hand through messy blonde hair.
