The Bad Boy Likes Me?

Chapter 26: Thank god for the puppy dog face.

Much to his dismay, Nixon had left my house last night at around 9.

Admittedly I didn't want him to leave me alone, but I felt guilty for keeping him here. On the plus side, when he left I was free to have a breakdown in private and ball my eyes out until I fell asleep.

Luckily for the both of us, my house was empty this weekend and I was home alone until tonight. I mentally breathed a sigh of relief as I did not want to have to answer for my appearance to my family. We both agreed to keep this between us for now and I already had a plan to cover my bruises so nobody asked any questions.

Nixon made me promise to call him as soon as I woke up this morning so that's exactly what I did.

Telling me that he was on his way, I scrambled into my bathroom quickly, taking a hot shower an attempt to scrub away the events of yesterday. Leaving my hair wet I changed into a comfy sweater and a pair of shorts, getting to work on my face. Makeup really was such a godsend, I've never been more grateful for its existence. I managed to cover up the purple bruises, any trace of them had now disappeared under the concealer.

Making my way down the grand staircase, the smell of food instantly filled my nostrils. That was odd. My heart started racing with panic as I practically ran down the remaining steps and towards the kitchen. My panic subsided as my gaze was met with Nixon's muscular back.

"Nixon?" I called out and my handsome boyfriend turned around with a warm expression on his face from where he was stood.

I could now see that he was in the middle of cooking breakfast and that there was a spread of food on the kitchen island. He must have seen the confused look on my face as he replied.

"Carla let me in. I was lucky that she stopped by to drop off some groceries. I wanted to surprise you,"

As I walked up to him he transferred the hot food from the pan into a plate, and was quick to pull me into an embrace.

"Well I'm definitely surprised," I leaned back to give him some much needed kisses as I thanked him for breakfast.

"How are you feeling?" Nixon looked at me with concern.

I planted a deeper kiss on his lips. "Better now that you're here,"

We had finished eating and I helped tidy up as we migrated into the living room. Now cuddled on the couch with the TV playing in the background, Nixon spoke up turning to face me. "Baby, we should talk,"

Nodding in response I retorted giving him my full attention. "I know. Stacey said some things yesterday that you need to know,"

He sported a look of confusion which quickly morphed into anger as he clenched his jaw. "What did that bitch have to say?"

I felt moisture filling up my eyes as I spoke. "She's in love with you Nixon,"

I felt his body stiffen beneath me and his face paled in shock. "What?"

I nodded as a tear escaped. "It's the reason why she tricked me. She wanted to get revenge. To punish me or something because she's jealous. According to her I'm a spoilt little brat and that's why she hated me even before we met,"

Seeing me cry brought Nixon out of his frozen demeanor almost instantly, as he wiped the fallen tears hugging me close.

"Fuck her. You don't listen to a single word that comes out of her mouth. Jealousy brings out the worst in people and she can go to hell," Nixon gritted through his teeth.

Deep down I knew that. Anything she said didn't mean a thing but somehow her words still managed to hurt.

I sniffed. "She admitted that she's only with my brother because of his money. How messed up is that?"