“I already told you before. Maybe I’m in to that…”
His eyes somehow darken more.
I gasp as I’m suddenly looking at the floor over Zane’s shoulder as the surrounding ground is moving. The man’s friends finally make it over to him as he still lies overtop the bar, not moving, and I feel like I would have known if he would have killed someone just now.
“Maybe we should stop ever coming around one another, since you seem to kill someone every time.” I laugh as the door shuts behind us and I now see the sidewalk underneath his boots as he moves.
He laughs from underneath me. “He’s not dead.”
“Are you sure about that?” I wheeze out as best as I can with my stomach bouncing off of his shoulder. I gasp out as he slaps my ass.
“Yes.” I watch him kick over the bike.
“What are you doing?” I shout, trying to move off, but the ground moves from underneath the bike. “Zane, what the fuck!” I shout again and even though I can’t hear it, I can feel the menacing laugh come from underneath me. I’m stunned as the bike picks up speed.
My entire body stills.
I watch the white lines move to the side as he turns right and a few cars behind us honk. I’m sure at what I’m positive is my ass hanging out of my dress, or just the complete fucking absurdity of the situation.
I don’t move again until I see the driveway underneath us, although he has already killed the engine and is standing up before I thrash around again.
“Stop it.” He growls at me. “Stop acting so fucking tough, like I can fucking smell how hot you think all of this is.”
My whole body stills again.
The door slams behind him as we walk into the house and I hear the couple of prospects come into the room.
“Why the fuck are you in here?” He snaps at them, shouting, before I see their shoes turning around and them leaving again.
He moves up the stairs towards the room, the door opens, slams shut, and he slings me onto the bed, hard.
“Ow.” I whimper, almost embarrassed that it slightly hurt. When I look back up at him, I still see the anger in his eyes and my mouth drops as the recognition forms. “Wait, you’re really mad about that?”
“What, you think you can make me look like a fucking idiot and I’ll just what… think it’s cute and fun?”
“Okay.” I roll my eyes as I roll off of the bed, walking into the bathroom. “That’s fucking rich.”
“Seriously, Tatum.” He snaps at me, grabbing a hold of my arm and pressing me into the wall. “I told you that you were here with me. Which means that you can’t just fuck anyone else.”
“Seriously?” I shout at him, pushing off of the wall, shoving him away from me with my body and spinning around. “You’re fucking serious right now? I was trying to be fucking nice to him. He was saying something to me, so I gave him a pity laugh as you were over there, eye-fucking whatever chick was hanging all over you.”
He blinks as he looks down at me, his eyes seeming to search my face. His lips slam down to mine and his entire body presses me into the wall. His hands sliding up my dress as they slide up my thighs.
“What the fuck?” I snap as I shove him off of me. “You just caveman-ed me out of the bar, drove me down the street over your shoulder with my ass hanging out, screaming at me, and then just kiss me. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You were jealous.” He smirks down at me.
“What, no?”
“Don’t lie. You were jealous cause you thought I was hitting on her. So you wanted to make me jealous.” He pulls his lips far enough away from me so that I can look up at him. “But had you just asked, I would have told you I was trying to explain to her that going to clear things up with you would be a terrible idea.”
“What?” I’m stunned as I continue to look up at him.
“I wasn’t hitting on her, I was warning her…”
“Warning her about what?”
“About hitting on me.” I just look up at him, surprised. “Because you know where to hide the bodies, which is why I left her lying on the ground, face-planted into a chair.”
