Satan's Sinner's #3: Becca and Bullet

Chapter 18

Becca POV

I told him I needed a few days to think. I knew I need a place to live. And I wasn't looking at paying such outrageous rent prices. As for whether I wanted him to live with me...I feel like we still had at least one more painful conversation to have. I was finally ready to talk about her. The one he kissed. The one he didn't listen to me about. I wanted to get this conversation out of the way before I gave him an answer. It made a difference to me. I needed to know because that would dictate the route I took with the house.

Becca: Hey. Thought about it. I have a few more questions. Can you stop by when you get done?

I knew they had church today. I also knew that my step-sister was more than likely on that list of topics to discuss. I can't believe the drama. Why do women always try to tear apart happy people? But were we really all that happy if they were able to tear into our relationship? Why weren't we stronger? Why didn't he listen to me? I needed answers. I was going to drive myself insane if I didn't get them. I was finally able to move past seeing it every time I looked at him. Hell! I kissed the asshole last time I saw him! I literally facepalm myself at that. I should have stopped myself before that happened. At least until we talked about this.

But...I did like being in his arms again. It felt right. It felt like home. And that thought makes me both happy and sad. Happy, because I know I have a home. But sad, because I don't at the same time. It feels like I'm still left out in the cold. Waiting for the door to open again.

Hopefully this conversation goes well. Now just to wait to hear back from him.

Two hours later, my phone pings, letting me know he's finally texted back. Right in the middle of Winnie the Pooh's Great Adventure. For the third time. And these shapes Rosie and I can't seem to figure out. This circle does not fit in this hexagon hole. Darn.

Bullet: Just got your text. Be over in half an hour? I can bring dinner.

Becca: We're about to cook if you want to join us.

I say we, but really, it's just me trying to cook with Grey and Brody running around screaming while Rosie claps her hands and squeals at the trouble her big brother and cousin cause. And trying to see who I squish because they ran in front of me while I was carrying something in front of me. It's a really fun time.

Bullet: Be there in ten.

Ten minutes later, as I am trying to put a pot of water on the stove for macaroni noodles and two children run past me, barely missing dropping the water all over, everything, the door opens. And in walks Bullet. Damn, he looked handsome. No. Focus. Not on the full, hot guy biker vibes he was throwing my way, all black, his new boots, his cut, tattoos on display. That's not what we're focusing on. We're having a good time, cooking, and talking because I will need the chaos the kids bring to help me to stay grounded in this conversation.

Call me a scaredy-cat who's unable to have this shitty conversation with just us. I don't care. I am. I'll admit it!

Hello. My name's Becca and I'm terrified of having this conversation because I don't want to be hurt more, so, I'm using the kids as a buffer when it gets too much.

Taking a deep breath, the pot of water successfully on the stove, stove, also, successfully on. I turned to grab a pan for the pork chops, so I could add the butter and get it simmering. I turned into this new, very good-looking wall that was just added in, apparently.

"Hi, Becs." I looked up at his stupid handsome smiling face. And for some reason, that pissed me, right the fuck off.

In the calmest voice I could, trying to keep it even and my face neutral, I unloaded all the questions I had for him. Blunt, straight forward honesty hitting him without any bush beating. "Why did you kiss her? Why were you pulling away? Why didn't you listen to me when I tried to tell you she liked you and was pulling us apart? Why?"