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“Where are you going?” Ross raked a hand through his mussed hair. Hair mussed from her fingers raking through it while she came in an alley. God.
“Anywhere. Home. Away from here. Away from you.”
“This was your idea!”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know that, but it was stupid.”
“Stupid or not, I held up my end of the deal. We’re good now?”
She rolled her eyes and blew out a breath. “Of course. That’s what you wanted. That’s all you cared about. We’re good. Don’t worry. I’ll still come to all your parent’s stupid dinners and when we have Christmas together with our families, I’ll act like the good little zombie and pretend that nothing happened and there was nothing ever wrong.”
Ross grabbed her shoulders and nearly shook her. She glared at him, refusing to let him know that her body flooded with heat again the instant he touched her or even looked in her direction. It was pathetic. Way more pathetic than anything she’d done so far, including the whole prom fiasco and the stupid deal.
“All of this because I refused to take your v-card like some creep or take you to your stupid prom? Grow up! You have the maturity of a toddler. This whole deal thing was ridiculous. I can’t believe I’m even here right now.”
“Oh right. Here with me. Because I’m so seriously repulsive. Don’t worry. Chance already informed me that I’m not your type and I never will be. I got the memo. I’m sorry that I wondered for half my life what everyone saw in you. I don’t have to wonder anymore. I know exactly what women want from you. A good time. A few decent orgasms, and yes, I’ll admit they were decent, and nothing else, because you don’t have anything else to offer. You’re a walking, talking, over glorified hard-on. That’s all you are good for. Your body. You have nothing in your head. Or your chest. And I’m pretty sure, after this, that you don’t have a soul. All you’re good for is screwing your way through life. You might be really good at it. You might have a reputation. A whole bunch of random, nameless chicks might think you’re something special, but I’ve known you your whole life and I’ll tell you right here and right now, you’re not. You’re just this empty thing that screws his way through life and doesn’t care who he steps all over and hurts in the process.”
“We had a deal,” Ross ground out. “It doesn’t matter what you think of me.”
“Right. Don’t worry. I’ll honor our stupid deal.” Alix whirled and walked away.
“How are you going to get home,” he called after her.
She flinched, glad that he couldn’t see her face or the tears that she couldn’t stop from stinging at the corners of her eyes. Her sinuses burned and her body was in complete and total disarray. Unfortunately, the aftershocks of those climaxes were still rolling through her veins, watering down the rage she needed to feel at the moment to protect herself.
“Not with you,” she flung back without turning around. “I’d rather take a ride straight to hell.”
He let her go. She walked part of the way home before she gave up and called a cab, since it was dark, and her parents would probably call the cops if she wasn’t back when she said she’d be.
She didn’t need a ride straight to hell. She was pretty sure she was already there.
CHAPTER 8
Ross
The problem most people have with life is that it’s straight up mostly shit.
One shit storm after another. One twisted curve and bend and unseen danger that blindsided a person just when they thought they were back on the straight and narrow with no roadblocks in sight.
It had been four days since he’d had his showdown with Alix in the alley. He didn’t understand her. Then again, he never understood women at all. He didn’t think he was alone in that. She’d asked him, no- made a deal with him- to kiss her. To take things a little further. He had. Way too far. He’d given her exactly what she’d pretty much forced him into, given it willingly, and obviously it was good for her, and she still yelled at him, flipped him off, and stormed away at the end of it all.
He couldn’t win. He couldn’t win the night of her prom and he couldn’t win now. Not when he’d tried to do the right thing. Not when he’d done the only thing she’d asked of him since then.
After he’d heard what was going on at home, he’d grabbed his keys, torn out of the house, stumbled into his car, and taken off, hoping that the adrenaline of the drive would actually fix things inside of him. It was stupid and he knew it. Of course, the drive didn’t help.
