Free Bad Romance by Bonnie Bliss, L Kirk Page B

set-up.”
    “But—”
    “Oh, just stop it, Clara. Todd had nothing to do with the video. It was Dax. Dax is the villain and Todd is the hero. There, all solved. Now, I’m starving. What ya buying us, Todd?”
    He just laughed and shook his head.
    “Well, I was thinking Eureka Burger.”
    “Sounds great. Let’s get moving.” Shannon turned and led the charge.
    I glanced up at Todd and jokingly slugged him in the side.
    “So violent.”
    “I’m still upset. We need to work this all out.”
    “We will,” he whispered and leaned down to give me a light kiss on top of my head.
    “Oh, he’s coming to Disneyland with us too. I invited Cat from my algebra class at SAC too.”
    Four. Great. Just great.
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Dax
     
    They moved up the front walkway together, a laughing wave of happiness that had something twisting around my gut. It was tight. Too tight.
    What. The. Fuck.
    I leaned against the frame of the large window and moved into the corner so if they looked over, they wouldn’t see me.
    Which, just like I expected, and ever predictable, Todd glanced over. His eyes squinted against the glare that bounced off the window.
    He couldn’t see me.
    The self-satisfied smirk was hard to miss. I knew Todd wanted Clara. Like fuck I would let that happen. I took a slow pull from his glass. The shuffle behind me brought my muscles to tense.
    Tamara.
    I still hadn’t fucked her as some demented reward for helping me attempt to ruin Clara. Looking back on the whole mistake, I realized I’d totally played my cards wrong. The best thing would be to get her to trust me, then break her. Take her apart piece by piece. Then she would know how I’d felt all those years ago when she abandoned me. Promises were broken. Important promises and all I could feel for her was a need for sick vengeance. Yet, my cock had other ideas. Every time she looked my way he got harder than fuck and demanded entry.
    I took another lazy pull of my drink before the arms of a snake slithered around my waist. My body’s instinct was to bolt. But I had to keep this one close if I would even get close to breaking Clara Parker. An image of Clara’s unshed tears flashed in my mind and something rough slammed into me. It was a possessive need to protect her.
    From me.
    What bullshit.
    She deserved me.
    But you don’t deserve her.
    Where the hell had that come from?
    “I’m horny as fuck, Dax. Fuck me?”
    I avoided her begging. It was like nails on a fucking chalkboard. How anyone could put up with her for longer than ten seconds was beyond me—or reason.
    “Do me a favor?”
    She huffed.
    God help me, I didn’t hit women.
    “I guess. I still haven’t gotten paid for the last favor.” At that her hand slid down. Her long, boney fingers grasped my dick. It responded.
    Don’t fucking judge me. It was a chick grabbing my junk.
    I shoved away from the window. Clara, Todd, and Shannon had disappeared into the house more than a few minutes ago. Now I was just acting like a creeper. The movement dislodged the leech from my cock and I walked towards the stairs.
    “Find out what Todd is up to tonight.”
    “Are you fucking serious?” she barked up at me.
    I stopped. Every muscle in my back rippled as I cracked my neck, fighting for control. I fought to not give this chick the boot. Without turning to look down at her, I responded, “Yes, I’m very fucking serious.”
    “This is about her, isn’t it?”
    I took another pull off my drink.
    “I know a lot of ‘hers’. You are going to have to be specific, Tamara.” My lazy drawl was under control. I was kind of shocked.
    “ You know. That Parker girl.” She said Parker like it was some plague on her person. Like the word came straight from some vile place. My fist clenched around the glass in my hand. “It didn’t work. People fucking like her too much. Hell, I think I kinda like her. You gotta admire a chick that wasn’t broken by what you did to he r and just went