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Bambi huffs. “Stupid fat bitch!”

Axel swings around and gives her a menacing stare. I place my hand over his chest. “It's okay, Axel, I'd rather be a fat bitch than an ugly bitch.”

Chapter 13

Don't stop, then, but you're still not getting in my panties!

Everything Fearless 24/7

Scarlett Quinn is a savage. Just ask Bambi. We're all watching, Scar Q. No other girl has kept Axel Creed's attention for longer than a night. She has, but can it last? The odds are definitely stacked up against you, honey.

Axel

Without another glance, we skate toward our friends. “You're beautiful, you know?”

She smiles up at me. “You're sweet. Thank you.”

“I'm not just being sweet. You're beautiful.” And I mean it when I say it to her.

“Thank you, Axel.” She grabs my hand and laces our fingers together. A loud cheer erupts from our group as I kiss her full on the lips. She hides her face in my chest. Which is cute, and Jaxon hands us both a drink. It feels nice to have her close to my chest. Jake calls me a pussy, which is funny, because yeah, maybe I am. We skate with the group and just with each other. She damn near almost takes my breath away. When Scarlett asked me earlier if I was scared, the answer to her question in the way she meant was no, but I am scared—scared of her. Scared of these feelings and scared of the power she could eventually wield over me.

My whole life has been planned out for me. I'm supposed to live my life as a bachelor, much like my father before me and his before him. We don't do relationships. We're Creeds. We don't fall in love. It's been drilled into my head since I was a little kid that women come a dime a dozen. Hell, when it's time for us to produce an heir, it's an unwritten rule in my family that we find a beautiful model and get her pregnant. She signs all sorts of documents, gets her money, and politely leaves. I hadn't even seen my mother since I was thirteen, and then it was only because she wanted more money. That's the night my trust issues started. People outside your circle only want to use you, and they can't be trusted. Does Scarlett have my complete trust? No, not yet. But with each passing day, she earns a little more and more.

I look over at her, she's laughing at something that little shit Brody is saying. Wait, when did he show up? I don't fully understand what this is between us, but Creeds weren't taught to share. Being the only child and all doesn't help matters. That little fucker needs to back off. “Brody, is it?”

He looks up at me, and I don't even try to hide my smirk. It boosts my ego because he has to look up at me. Jackass! That makes me stand with perfect posture, which makes me even taller. “Yeah, man.” He holds out his hand for me to shake.

I wasn’t going to shake his hand, but the look Scarlett gives me determines his fate. The sweet taste of her pussy has put me in a fucking fantastic mood, so playing nice won't be that hard. Those good vibes will continue as long as he doesn't flirt or touch her again. My grip is overly firm as we shake hands. My grin grows when he winces. Brody has never been my favorite person ever since he dated Melanie Thomspon. Melanie and I hooked up and I don’t know if it was while they were dating or not, but it solidified my disdain for him.

Jake and I were very similar in the whoring capacity, but he's happier than he’s ever been, and Dani is to thank for that. It made me start thinking that there was more to life than sex, football, and alcohol. Cuddling with Scarlett last night is in my top ten best things to do in bed. The other nine are all sexual.

Brody walks off, and I decide to shoot my shot. “Want to leave?”

She laughs at something Toby says before turning her attention back to me. “And go where?”

I smirk. “My place.”

She stares at me for a minute, uncertainty crosses her face, and then she smiles. I smile back because, yeah, she's coming. “I have an early shift at Java Jerry's. Can we do my place this week instead?”

“We'll stay at your place tonight, then mine the rest of the weekend.” In other words, my bed is bigger.

“Okay. On one condition.” She smiles.

I throw up my arms and let out a victorious yelp! “Anything.”

“On the way there, you have to sing at the top of your lungs with me to the radio. Nonnegotiable.” She folds her arms over her chest and doesn't realize how cute she is when she's being demanding. Not to mention, her actions give me a good view of her cleavage. It's a win-win for me.

I kiss the top of her head. I love car karaoke. “Let's do it!”

“And don't forget, I get to pick the music!” She scrunches her nose.

I laugh. “Nope. You're straight out of conditions.”

“That's mean.” She pouts.

I shrug my shoulders. “Daddy didn't raise a nice boy.” Literally.

“Well, my daddy taught me to only go after the nice ones.” She smirks.