THE BAD BOY - 18+

EIGHTEEN

18

BEATRICE

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I WINCED AS I looked behind me, Rhys' hand falling from my face. Standing there, looking very angry, was Ace. My lip threatened to tremble, but I frowned, ignoring the urge to cry.

He wouldn't make me cry, I promised myself.

He got closer.

"Who the fuck is this, Beatrice?" He grounded out.

I frowned and looked away from him and to the water that my feet were dangling in.

"This is Rhys," I said.

It was quiet. Ace didn't say anything, and I didn't look at him. I looked at Rhys, who looked uncomfortable and a little scared.

I gestured for him to go, "I'll see you around."

He nodded and smiled at me, walking back into the house. I was being really bold with Ace right now, but it didn't faze me.

"Get up," He said. I looked at him and stared into his burning eyes.

"Why?" I asked, keeping my real desires at bay.

"Get the fuck up." He said.

I hesitantly looked back at him and got up, picking up my heels. I didn't bother to slip them on. 

Ace walked away, expecting me to follow him wherever he was going. I frowned as I followed him up the stairs, making sure to keep at least three feet of distance between us.

He walked down the hallway and opened the door to a room. It was empty. He watched me walk in. Once the door was shut and I was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, he stared at me.

"Why would you fuck with me, Beatrice?" He asked.

I frowned, "You started it."

I watched as his eyebrows furrowed and he got closer, roughly grabbing my chin in his hands. His hard eyes flickered all over my face and stopped at my eyes again. His eyes burning with passion and anger.

"Excuse me?" He said.

"You. Fucking. Started. It." I gritted out.

He looked surprised and to say I wasn't surprised either would be a lie. I never in a million years would have thought that I could've talked back like this to Ace.

"You fucking kissed her. You had your hands in her pants. And you forgot all about me. I'm new to this!" I yelled at him, the first of my tears making their way down my cheeks.

"I have no idea what the hell I'm doing with you!" I yelled, but before I could get another word in, he roughly took my lips in his in a searing kiss.

I felt as all the unleashed anger melted away into the kiss. I let out a soft moan as I wrapped my arms around him, holding his hair in my hands. His tongue danced around mine in a competition for control.

He suddenly pushed me back, making me land back on the bed with a bounce. He stared at me, his lips red and his eyes clouded with lust. I watched as he slipped his shirt off and hovered on top of me. 

He stared at me, angrily, "You won't talk to me like that again, you slut. Okay?"

I gulped, managing to nod my head. He looked disappointed, "Words, Bea. You know this."