Rage (Blue Rose Series Book 1)

Chapter 11

Saturday night comes; my date with Edward is in an hour. I don't want to go, but I had to. It's all a part of the plan. I reminded myself. A part of me was tired of saying that. Plan , plan, plan. That's all my life was. Even my dating life was a part of the plan. But I signed on for this. This is for Henry's sister and me. I couldn't stop now because of a few mixed feelings.

I put on a dark red thin strap dress with brown heels. I pull my hair back into a ponytail.

"You're really going out with Edward?" Jessica asked while lying on my bed.

This past week we had gotten close but not close enough that I trusted her with everything.

"Yeah, why?"

"He's not Noah."

"You know when you do that whole team, Noah bit, it just transfers us back to high school when you kept encouraging me to go out with him, and we see how that ended up. I'm just starting to trust you, Jess. I don't want to go back to how it was."

She cringed and looked a little horrified at the realization.

"Yeah, I know, but you just had so much chemistry, then and now."

"He was faking then, and now he just likes fucking me."

"I thought you were smarter than this. That man is in love with you and you know it."

I ignored her and finished getting ready. The words Scott said lingered in my head. You've been trying to save her then and now. What did he mean by that? It's been driving me crazy all week. That and the woman I saw at the event. I pushed it aside because tonight was not the night. An hour later, I made Jessica leave. I headed outside the dormitory, where Edward was waiting for me in his mustang. I got it, and we drove off.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him.

"An Italian restaurant just down the street. Their food is amazing."

We got to the restaurant and were escorted to our table as soon as soon as we walked in. The restaurant was nice. Dimly lit and quiet, there weren't many people here. The host put us in a booth in the back.

"Can I get a menu, please?" I asked.

The host looked over at Edward.

"I actually decided to order for us. Trust me, their food is amazing; you'll want to try one of everything on the menu after you taste their lasagna." Edward answered, and the host walked away.

"Okay."

I remained nonchalant. It didn't matter what he ordered. I didn't come here for the food.

He looked over toward the kitchen. "I'm going to use the bathroom."

I nodded and pulled out my phone, I looked up and saw him walk into the area where the kitchen was. I walked the same way he did. I moved to a corner where I could see inside the kitchen. Edward talked to the chef and pulled out a tiny bottle with what looked like a clear liquid. I pulled my phone out and took pictures. He put the liquid inside some red sauce, stirred it up, and layered it with the lasagna I assumed we were meant to be eating. After getting the pictures, I returned to the table and sat as calmly as possible. Inside, I wanted to take him out the back alley and beat him senseless.

Edward Reyes had been drugging and raping women since he started at Caswell. Probably even longer than that. I kept tabs on him to ensure he wasn't doing it to any other women, thankfully he wasn't. Edward was a hunter. He preferred to stalk his prey. I'm surprised he's speeding things up and trying to drug me on the first date. From the testimonies of his victims, he waited until they trusted him before drugging them.

Edward came back to the table and smiled at me like all was right with the world. A waitress brings over our plates and sets them in front of us. Edward started to dig in, and I took my time. He gave the appeal of nonchalant, but by his body language, he was eager. I wondered how much he paid the staff to look away. It must be a shit ton. As I'm about to make the scene of my life, I feel him before seeing him. It's as if my body just knows he's in the room. I looked up and watched Noah walk up to our table. Dammit, no.

"Get up," Noah demanded, not sparing a glance at Edward.

"No, I'm on a date."

Go away, asshole.

"Dates over." he reaches into his wallet, pulled out a few hundred dollar bills, and threw them on the table.

He was about to grab me when Edward stepped in.

"We're on a date; leave."

Noah looked him up and down before scoffing and grabbing me. I tried to yank out of his grip, but he held me tighter.

"Let her go," Edward demanded.

Noah looked at him, and one minute, Edward was standing there seething, and the next, he was on the ground, out cold. I heard the gasps and horror of the crowd as Noah dragged me away.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, stilling, trying to get out of his grip.

"Saving you, again."

"I didn't need saving."

"Edward was going to drug and rape you."

"What?"

I made my eyes widen and stared at him in feigned horror. He looked at me closely but seemed to buy it since he didn't call me out on it.

"I shouldn't be saving you."

"No, you shouldn't." I agreed.

"We hate each other."

"Yes, we do."

He kissed me the same way he did the last time like he hated me for making him feel. He pulled me toward his car and looked down at me. We don't stop until a car honks at us since we're still in the middle of the parking lot.

"I wish I could erase you from my mind. I hate how much I want you, How much I think about you." he declared.

He ran his hand down from my cheek to my shoulder. He pulled my strap down and moved me against his car. I looked up into his gray eyes. The same gray eyes that let his friends bully me set me to juvie and saved me without knowing I didn't need to be saved. Why do I still want him? Why does he still want me? This isn't fair. I should be boiling with the same rage I'd felt before I came here. The same anger I feel for his friends, and yet I dragged him down to kiss me again.

Everything moved so fast. One minute we were in the parking lot, and the next, we were in another parking lot, this time a hotel. What am I doing here? The sentence ran over and over in my head as we booked a room and headed up. The Grant family always had a room available at any five-star hotel. We got inside the room, and it was as if we had turned into different people.

He kissed me, wrapping his arms around my body and ripping my clothes off in the process. I was doing the same to him. We barely made it to the bed when he put a condom on, he somehow always had, pushed my face down into the mattress and pushed inside me. I groaned into the mattress as he continued to fuck me from behind. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me up from the bed. My back pressed against his chest. He kissed my neck and behind my ear while keeping his hips moving.

"I hate you," he growled.

"I hate you too."

I moved my head to the side, and he gave me another one of his punishing kisses. At this moment, I realized how different we fucked than before. Before, he fucked me as if he was afraid to break me; now, it seemed he wanted to break me and put me back in some fucked up way. I came with a shaking, legs weakening orgasm. He picked me up and laid me on the bed with my back on the mattress. He got on top of me, this tall, muscular damaged man. He pushed back inside of me, giving me every inch of his beautiful length. I hated this position. It was too intimate for me. I preferred the rough fucking from behind, so I didn't have to look into those gray eyes. He stared at me as he moved in and out of me. His eyes left mine only when he closed them briefly as if he was savoring every second. When he leaned down and kissed me, I was grateful to have a break from that stare. I fell in love with him from that stare. I couldn't go back there. I wouldn't But what if I already was?