English Accent (The Accents #1)

Painkiller

"This is so not my house, buddy." I said, putting a hand on my hip.

Dominic raised a brow.

"It's not?"

His teeth flashed in a smile when swatted him in the chest with my good palm.

"Stop laughing, you idiot!" I punctuated my words with a firm stomp of my foot. "And take me home!"

I heard Max snort behind me. Narrowing my eyes, I whirled around, ready for murder.

"Did you just stomp?" he asked.

Yes, I have. And I wasn't ashamed of it.

"Why are you still here?" I raised a brow.

He shrugged.

"You two are quite entertaining when you want to be."

I was taking a step, fully intending to sacrifice my second hand to bruise the rest of his jaw, when a pair of arms snaking around my waist stopped me.

"Hey, there, Sweetie." Dominic murmured into my ear. "I don't want to have to explain to everyone why my girlfriend has both of her hands plastered."

"Let me go." I fought against his grasp. "And take me home."

He didn't listen.

"Oh, I don't know. Can I trust you with my best friend's life?"

"Not if he opens his mouth once more."

Max arched a dark brow.

"Look who's talking."

I stuck my tongue out at him. He winked.

When he didn't release me when I tugged again, I let out a sigh.

"Dominic, take me home." I sounded resigned even to my own ears. "You can't keep doing whatever you wish with me."

He must have heard the seriousness in my voice because his hold on me loosened a little.

"But taking you home now wouldn't make sense. I would have to waste so much petrol." he protested.

I took a step forward and faced him.

"You should have thought about it earlier." I crossed my arms over my chest. "I don't care about your petrol. I want to go home."

"So you could knock over and hurt yourself even more?" Dominic shook his head. "No way, Sweetie."

My mouth fell open. He did not just say that.

"I. Am not. A klutz."

Dominic didn't comment as his gaze fell to my right hand. My shoulders sagged.

"Okay. I am." There was no denying it. Fate hated me. "But me falling and cracking my head open against one of the stairs is none of your concern."

"I beg to differ." Dominic crossed his huge arms over his chest. "I don't want to parade around with a girl who has her head wrapped in bandage tomorrow."

How did we even end up having this conversation?

"So you're not going to drive me back home?" I raised a brow.

He slowly shook his head. Great.

"Fine." I shrugged. "Then I'll go on foot."

I had no idea how to get home and I wasn't sure if I had any money for a cab with me, but it was still better than standing here and arguing with him for the next two hours.