Heartless (Enemies to Lovers 1)

I have that same sinking feeling I had after our first kiss.

“You can’t just come into my room and practically assault me.”

For a moment I actually feel bad, but then she goes and accuses me of shit once again.

Anger flares up and I take step towards her.

“Rhett!” she screams. She runs for the door, darting right by me. “Rhett!”

The door slams open and she collid

es with the side of it. I wince knowing it has to hurt. I might not like her but I really don’t want to hurt her. I just wanted to teach her a lesson.

Rhett catches her arm and his worried eyes go from her tear-streaked face to me. He pulls her into his arms and it only makes her cry harder.

“Make him leave,” she sobs.

Anger tightens his features as he makes eye contact with me. He shakes his head and ushers Della out of the room. When I get to the door, all the guys are on their feet.

“What the fuck did you do?” Jaxson asks as he walks towards me.

“I just kissed her,” I spit out. I don’t need this shit. “She’s fucking crazy.”

I stalk out of the apartment, not in the mood for drama.

When I get home, I’ve cooled down a little. Enough to know that I was a fucking asshole to Della. That is twice now that I’ve kissed her without her permission.

Even though she kissed me back, it doesn’t change the fact that I basically forced myself on her.

The front door slams open and Rhett stalks towards me. When he throws a punch, I do nothing to stop him. I deserve it.

His fist connects with my left cheek and my head whips back from the force. Pain shudders through me, but I keep standing, looking him dead in the eye.

“She’s a fucking woman,” he shouts. “You never use your strength against a woman. You’re not fucking stronger to hold them down. You’re stronger to protect them, asshole.”

I nod, knowing he’s right.

“Don’t you fucking do that. You don’t get off so easily,” he hisses.

He shakes his head and it fucking sucks to see the disappointment on his face.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her,” I say.

“What did she do to you that you hate her so much?” He throws his arms wide.

At first, I don’t plan on answering him, but then the words rush from me. “She’s under my fucking skin. I won’t let her do to me what my mother did to my dad.”

Rhett frowns at me. He takes a step closer to me until we’re eye to eye. “That’s fucked up. She’s not your fucking mother, dude. She’s an innocent woman.”

“I know she’s not my fucking mother,” I shout back. “Believe me, I fucking know.”

“Oh man,” Rhett says as understanding dawns on his face.

I’m glad one of us understands this fucking mess, cause I sure as hell don’t.

“What?”

“You’re not fighting her,” he says, sounding surprised. “You’re fighting yourself for liking her.”