The Murphy Princess

Chapter 11

I was almost to the front door. I had almost escaped.

Finn's arms wrapped around me.

"Get the FUCK off of me!" I snapped.

He didn't listen. He hoisted me over his shoulder. I slapped his back angrily as he carried me up the stairs.

"Finn, let me go," I tried calm, serious.

Nothing.

I kicked him, so angry I couldn't even cry.

He opened the bathroom door and practically threw me down before slamming the door shut and locking it.

I punched him in the chest, "What the FUCK did you guys do to that girl?"

"We didn't do anything," he ran a hand through his hair, but it only messed it up, making him look annoyingly sexy.

I felt hot anger rush through me.

"So you're marrying the Carmichael daughter?"

Something flashed through his face. He ran a thumb over his lip, but said nothing.

"And you didn't think that was privy information that maybe I should be included in?"

"It was just finalized tonight. Not even an hour ago."

"Fuck you," I frowned, "I hate you. I really do."

I shoved him, but he caught my hands in his and held them tight.

"I've been sick the last two weeks since you left," I snapped, wanting to kick him again, but he had me pinned against the bathroom counter.

Finn bent down, breathing in my hair, "Me too, baby."

"Don't baby me," I tried to kick again, with no luck. "You're marrying Brenna Carmichael. She's 20 years old. I didn't think you liked them THAT young. But hey, you know what," I was rambling, "congrats. Happy for you."

I was so angry I was surprised I was able to form coherent sentences.

"Are you jealous?" he chuckled into my hair, still breathing in my neck.

"Fuck you."

His hand grasped behind my knee, shoving me against the counter, then he slowly, so slowly grazed it up my thigh. And fuck me, I fucking let him.

As his hand moved under my dress, his teeth grazed my neck, feeling nothing there.

"No panties, huh?"

"I hate you," I felt hot tears in my eyes now, as hard as I'd been fighting it. They were there.

"God, I missed you. You're all I thought about."

Unbelievable. He was unbelievable. The prick.

"I'm not going to be your mistress or whore, or whatever, you know," I growl.

He grinned at me, "No?"

"No. This is the last time you'll ever see me."

"We should make it count then."

"Your entire family is downstairs, including your virgin bride."

"Kailey," he slumped, sighing into me, "stop."