AllFreeNovel
Share Us
AMANDA
At some point in the early evening, Jade changes her mind and decides to go home and sleep at her place. After a few hours alone, I realize that I don’t really want to stay here by myself, so I drive back to Beckett’s house.
When I walk in, Glinda is surprised to see me. “Hey, sweetie. I didn’t think you were coming back tonight. How’s Jade?”
I can’t help but smile. “In love. It’s so nice to see.”
“How exciting. Do we like him?”
“I don’t know him. He’s friends with her cousins. I think I’ve seen him once or twice in passing at various events, but I’ve never met him. He definitely loves her though, and I’m simply thrilled about it.”
“That’s wonderful. Beckett didn’t know you’d be returning. He’s not here.”
I can’t mask my disappointment. “Oh. Where did he go?”
“I don’t know. He and Nico said they had something to attend.”
“All right. I’m turning in. It’s been an emotional twenty-four hours.”
“I’m glad you’re back.”
“Me too.”
I’m awakenedin the middle of the night to the bedroom door flying open. Nico is holding a clearly drunk and seemingly battered Beckett. Nico mumbles, “Shit. I thought you weren’t here tonight.”
I pop right up and notice swelling and blood around Beckett’s lips and eyes. “Oh my god. What happened to him?”
“He’ll be fine. He drank a bottle of whiskey to numb the pain. He’s had ice on the injuries. He doesn’t bruise easily. He’ll be good as new in the morning.”
“Where did this happen?”
“It’s not my business to discuss.”
He carries Beckett to the bed and lays him down. He nods my way and just before he closes the door, he says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I glance at the clock. It’s after two in the morning. Where the hell was he?
Beckett is mumbling incoherently. I run into the bathroom and wet a washcloth. I sit next to him and start to clean the wounds on his face, but he immediately picks me up to straddle his body. My legs are on either side of his waist.
I continue to clean as he slides his hands up my shirtand grabs hold of my bare breasts. I can only roll my eyes. He’s truly obsessed with them.
“What happened?”
He starts squeezing my breasts and laughing.
“Beckett!”
He sighs. “Sometimes I like to feel the pain. Ineedit. Sometimes I like when people don’t give a shit what my name is. Do you care about my name?”
“No. I care about you. And I don’t like seeing you hurt.”
His jaw ticks. “I’ve been hurting for as long as I can remember.”
“Why? What happened to you?”
“No one cares about me. The real me.” He moves his hands to the sides of my body and caresses me in a more delicate manner. “But I think you might.”
I rub the unbattered parts of his face. “I do care about you.”
