Bad Boy Rich

Now it is my turn to pace; a reaction from the pile of questions he just threw at me. This wasn’t how I envisioned this night to go. I should be mourning the loss of a man that had been my steady rock the past few years. Not fighting a battle with this crazed lunatic.

“I left home because my mom forced us. She has advancing Alzheimer’s and in order to keep our house and afford her care, I had to move somewhere we could earn more money. I lost my job back home. There was nothing else for me to do. She’s staying in a care facility.” My voice fades, leaving it at that till I realize he has followed me to the window where I unthinkingly gravitated to.

“Liam and I had been in a relationship for years. When I left, I promised him that we would just be. I didn’t commit to anything more than that.”

“So you’re still together?”

“No, I mean yes. I said it was complicated…” My head begins to hurt, a migraine imminent from the stress of today. Shutting my eyes tight, I wish the pain away, opening them moments later with the same pain in the back of my eyes and circulating around my head.

“Did you fuck him?”

“When?”

“Now, today, whatever!” His eyes continue to haunt me; this jealous beast that has trapped me in the corner of my room.

“No, he wanted to but I…”

The warmth of his hands suddenly grips my face; lips pressed firm against mine as he pins my body against the window. The glass is warm; the heat coming through from outside. His tongue rolls against mine, hard and with force, sending a stream of sensations to every part of my body, and making me ache everywhere for him.

It’s just a kiss.

How does he do this?

Wesley pulls away, only just, keeping his lips extremely close so I can feel his breath against my skin. I wanted to tell him to go away, we probably shouldn’t be doing this, but this newfound lust that I had guiding me—made it difficult to think about anything besides his lips.

“I come home and you’re here, with another man, that says he is your boyfriend. You can expect I will go wild.”

“But he’s not my boyfriend…” I finally admitted it. Liam said goodbye, and I let him walk away.

“I know…because I am.”

My face pulls away from him, confused. “You are?”

“Why do you sound surprised?”

“Because don’t you ask these things?”

“Maybe, in high school. My thoughts are crazy when I’m around you. And when I’m not around you, they’re wild. I fucking missed this smart mouth of yours when I was gone. So if that isn’t enough to be your boyfriend then maybe this is…”

He gets down on his knees, his hands wrapped around my legs, eyes wide staring up at me with a sexy grin. “I want you.”

With a slow burn, his hands wander up and down against the back of my thighs, causing my legs to shake with pleasure.

“What if I say no?”

He kisses my thigh, the moan escaping my mouth as his lips linger against my heated skin. “I’d say we’d have to find a way to cure that smart mouth of yours and I’m sure I could find something to stick inside.”

“Okay, fine. Since you’re practically begging me.” I roll my eyes, hiding my elation at this over-the-top cutesy conversation where the baddest boy in town just asked me to be his girlfriend.

It was stupid, ridiculous, yet—I didn’t care. If there was anything that Wesley had done right, it was make me forget. When he was this close to me—it was all about him.

He continues to slide his hands up my thighs, positioning them so he is firmly cupping my ass. Slowly, he eases his way to stand up, his body pressing against mine.

“I don’t beg. You would have said yes.”

“Oh please, cue the badboy talk.”

He tilts his head in amusement, displaying a wide grin and teasing me by biting his lower lip. I’m drawn to the way his teeth gnaws on the corner of his mouth, much like an animal ready to pounce on his mouthwatering prey. His grip around my ass tightens, till his hands slide lower and around the front. His long fingers brush against my clit, causing me to suck in my breath as the sensation begins a rippling effect of pleasure.