Page 31 of Hate So Deep
Surely, he didn’t fuck me while she was waiting for him to call or some shit. Either way, I don’t ask Finn for clarification because I’m afraid to hear the answer.
“There’s something there,” she says, tapping my hand. “The question is what you plan to do with it.”
Before I can speak or even ask what she thinks I should do about it, a loud voice booms across the room, “What up, fuckers? The party has arrived.”
Finn rolls her eyes, but a grin creeps across her face as she stands and approaches the guy pushing through the crowd and holy fucking shit, I’ve never seen such dangerous beauty before.
It’s sin wrapped up in a sexy package that would make any heart pump just a little faster.
He’s tall, dark, and handsome with amazing pecs straining a dark shirt and this is what I’m taking in as a woman with sleek dark hair, cut off at her shoulders, appears behind him.
Unfortunately, I’m pulled from my salacious thoughts when Dirk says behind me, “Careful. Look what playing on the dark side got you already?”
I hate to admit it, but his words send a chill through me, even though he can’t possibly understand the ramifications of his insinuation.
However, I merely shrug and ask, “Which is what?”
Will he admit it? That he felt something too.
My skin heats in anticipation when his brows flicker before he pulls out the chair Finn just vacated, sits beside me and mutters, “Nothing but trouble.”
I’m not sure if he’s answering the question or making a general statement. Either way, I’m not interested in the disappointment swirling in my belly and I turn back to the yummy show, as Finn’s friend pulls her in for a hug.
That lush dark hair swings around the stranger’s strong jaw and his perfect lips pull into a wicked smirk while his pretty companion joins the fray, her head tipped back in a laugh.
I’m still following him with my eyes when Dirk grabs my chin and says, “You so much as look at Franks and Ramie will kick your ass.”
“Wait,” I breathe, pulling away to study him more closely. “That’sHayden Franks?”
I’ve heard rumors about the man and from where I’m sitting, they all look to be true. He’s practically a living legend from his violent tendencies, whorish behavior, and sexy persona.
So far, I can say…I’m not disappointed but I note with a kernel of amusement that Dirk can’t help but insert himself into my eye fuck fest.
What a tool.
“I’m surprised you’re here,” he says, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Why?” I mutter because I’m not stupid.
Here comes the judgement from a dick who couldn’t possibly understand what it’s like to have your dad fuck two women, to create a life with them and ultimately chose one over the other.
“C’mon,” he says with a chuckle, “it’s Mommy who has the money. You piss her off and you lose your fancy ride, no?”
How the fuck does he know about my parent’s financial situation. Did Colttellhim?
Oh right, bro’s before ho’s and all that.
Balling my fist, I allow the imprint of my fingers on my palm to ratchet my hurt fueled rage before I sneer, “Worried about what Colt will do when he finds out that you fucked the enemy?”
For my efforts, those lush lips pull into a wry grin, and he says, “You think you’re so tough? Tell him. He knows what rich bitches like you do for fun.”
Wow. Way fucking harsh.
Ignoring the pulse in my chest, I slap his pec and say, “Ah yes, precious Colt. Whatever.”
“Not whatever,” he growls, grabbing my hand. “You think it was easy for him to watch his dad go home to your bitch mother every night?”
Dumbfounded, I pause, searching his dark eyes, which sidenote give me fucking nothing before saying, “Am I supposed to feel bad that my dad camehome? Are you for real right now?”
