Ride It

Chapter 9

Bentley's POV

Guilt.

That's what I feel as a bit of clarity finally seeps into my mind.

Fuck, you idiot.

Is this really the time to be thinking with your dick?

But I couldn't resist. Seeing those teary eyes look up at me with such desperation had my body going into fight mode.

That look is dangerous.

I glance down at her body as she nestles herself into my arms.

The sad part is that she's right.

I didn't save her out of the goodness of my heart. I'm not that much of a fucking saint and it's not normal for someone to take in a stranger.

I knew who Bea was when I approached her. I knew she had a fiancé, which was why I didn't hesitate to follow her up that hill when I first saw her. It was mere curiosity at first. I didn't understand why she was on my property.

I remember the shock I felt when I saw her trying to throw herself over the cliff and the way my body reacted without thinking. I wanted to know why this woman felt the need to kill herself, and when I found out, I got angry.

I knew Jason was a bastard, but I didn't know it was to that extent.

I took this as an opportunity for me. An opportunity to take her in and probe for information about Jason. I need to find evidence.

Evidence regarding my missing older sister.

I didn't plan on using Bea this way. It was a scumbag move, I know, but she initiated everything herself.

I sigh.

It makes no sense trying to defend myself. I'm the one in the wrong.

I think about the surprise on her face when she started enjoying herself and frown. What bastard doesn't let his fiancé cum? I know she doesn't know much about this stuff, which means she expected it to hurt and still wanted it.

I look down and run my hand through her hair, gently massaging her scalp.

What's going through her head? Why did she want to have sex with me?

I carefully lift her head and slip out of bed.

I grab a wet rag from my bathroom and go back to wipe her down. It's the least I can do after getting so carried away.

Maybe if we get closer, she'll tell me everything I want to know.

After cleaning her up, I slip the bedsheets off and throw them out for the cleaner to take care of.

She's a really heavy sleeper. Or is she that exhausted?

The sun peeks through the clouds.

Rebecca and Sal will head my way soon.

Should I wait and ask them to bring food for Bea, or should I do it myself?

It's about time I start the day, anyway. The pens for the sheep need improvements and I have to sign the paperwork for the new shipment of crops going out.

A knock on the door has me looking over in confusion. Who's interrupting me so early in the morning?

"Mr. Langston, Jack is downstairs asking for you." Sal's voice filters through the door.

I furrow my brows.

My brother? What is he doing here?

"Mr. Langston?" She turns the doorknob.