Free Love & Hate (Book Two: Love) by JJ Dorn Page A

his time slowly undoing each one. It feels weird having him touch me like this but I don’t deny that I like it. I know I should feel bad about letting Cutter do this when I have been seeing Holden but my drunken state chases any guilt away.
    He undoes the last hook and pulls the material from my skin. I should have thought this out better, but the majority of me really could care less at this point. I have no bra on. I’m completely topless standing in front of him now. He sucks in a sharp breath and reaches next to me to grab the pajama top. He helps me pull it over my head and I go to sit down on the bed.
    “ Stand up.”
    “ Oh uh….” Okay this is getting super weird.
    “ Paige…” He growls. I give in, not wanting to fight him. I know he will just force me to stand if I refuse, so I go ahead and stand.
    He pulls my black sparkly tutu down my legs revealing my black stockings, matching garter and lacy black thong.
    “ So beautiful.” He whispers and begins to slowly unhook my garter. Next he rolls my stockings down my legs and pulls them off my feet. Blame it on the alcohol or the fact that I have lived with my scars for nearly two years now but I forgot about them. That is until I hear Cutter suck in a deep pained breath and I feel him trace the long scar that runs from the bottom of my left butt cheek to the middle of my thigh. It isn’t my only scar from the accident but it is by far the worst. A large piece of windshield glass had cut a long painful gash down my leg nearly causing me to bleed to death.
    I can tell things have changed now he is trying his best not to look at me as he pulls my pajama bottoms up and into place.
    “ I uh need to…” I can’t think. I need to do something but what is it? Think drunken brain, think!
    “ Do you need to throw up again?” He looks up at me super concerned.
    “ No, I need to call Millie to tell her I got sick and came home. She is probably looking for me.”
    “ I’ll text her. Give me your phone.” He says.
    I hand him my phone. I lay back on the bed because my head is spinning and it’s too hard to focus on the strange things that are happening.
    “ Do I need to text your boyfriend too?”
    “ No!”
    “ Just checking.” He says with his signature sexy grin.
    Cutter finishes the text to Millie and places my phone on my nightstand.
    “ Thanks for uh… helping me.” I tell him, still a little embarrassed about him seeing me naked and that he saw my hideous scar. I know tomorrow it will really freak me out but luckily I have a drunken haze keeping my anxiety at bay tonight.
    “ Why don’t we go see about getting your makeup off, huh?” I remembered now that I have thick dark eyeliner on to make me look like the Black Swan.
    “ Yeah good idea.” I say and try to push off from the bed but am too dizzy to manage it.
    “ Hang on, let me help you.” He says helping me to my feet.
    He sits on the toilet with the lid down watching me like a hawk as I take my makeup off and brush my teeth. I can feel his eyes on me, evaluating everything about me.
    “ You’re too skinny Paige.” Okay, rude much?
    “ Gee thanks.” I say showing that I’m offended.
    “ I mean it. You have lost too much weight. You look unwell.” Seriously? I think I look good but whatever.
    “ Well that’s what happens when you almost die and undergo multiple surgeries, you look unwell.” I say pointedly.
    “ I don’t like it. I liked you with curves.” Well it doesn’t really matter what you like, now does it?
    I choose not to say anything in return and just scoff at his comment. I’m feeling a little more like myself so I turn to walk down the hall.
    I take my first step and bam, I hit the floor. This happens sometimes. If I have been doing too much, sitting too long, or standing in a weird position my leg goes numb and I don’t realize it until I have taken a face full of dirt.
    “ Paige!” Cutter says as he jumps up from where he is sitting and rushes to my side.