Prologue
Dixon
“I swear if I never see you again. It’ll be too soon.” Brooklyn spits at me as tears stream down her face. She’s standing outside her bedroom door in nothing but a silk robe. Even though I just had a night of hot, wild, no holds bar, meaningless sex with two strangers I find my dick twitching with desire for her.
I’m an asshole.
She knew this from the start.
I thought we were both on the same page but now seeing her standing here looking completely devastated I know that we are not even in the same damn book.
I say nothing.
I just stare at her from across the lavish hallway of my cousin Kayden’s mansion here in the Bahamas where we’ve come to escape the media circus that is my cousin and his girlfriend Savannah’s lives right now.
There’s no reason in sugar coating it. I’m a world class douchebag.
For a while that made Brooklyn want me even more. For a while our hook ups were working out perfectly. But now I see that I was fooling myself. I should’ve stuck with my original plan to avoid this chick like the plague. Instead I let my guard down and allowed myself to become trapped in the seductive web that she weaved.
For a while it was hard to tell who the player was and who was being played because we both were in denial that things between us would ever turn serious or get messy. Only now with me seeing the ‘never take life seriously and never settle down’ Brooklyn shoot daggers at me across the hallway while salty tears zigzag down her cheeks I know one thing for sure. I’m officially the douchebag who played my cousin’s girlfriend’s best friend and possibly fucked up everything at the worst possible time.
The most fucked up part is while I was screwing the two chicks only five minutes ago I was imaging Brooklyn’s body riding mine, and her lips kissing my lips.
She’s here and wanted me. What did I do? Pretended she meant nothing to me and instead went out and found two chicks and brought them back here knowing Brooklyn would flip out and get pissed off at me. Maybe even retaliate by fucking Jax just to spite me. But still I did it anyway.
Like I said I’m a fucking asshole. The biggest asshole you’ll ever meet. You ask, why did I do it? Why did I bring these girls back here tonight?
Well that answer is simple. Because I’m a fucking idiot and wanted to hurt her. I want her to hate me. I want her to feel her stomach twist into knots and have disgust consume her when the thought of being with me crosses her mind.
Why? You ask again would I do this if I want this girl more than any girl I’ve ever met in my life?
The answer is simple…
Because she’s made me fall in love with her.
I don’t do love.
She told me she didn’t do relationships, and sure as hell didn’t do love. Brooklyn told me time and time again that she loves her freedom and loves to fuck. She was totally okay with us hooking up whenever there was no one else around to scratch that itch. But the moment I flew to Los Angeles to be with her I knew I was in over my head.
The final nail in the coffin was the moment she saw Savannah lying in a hospital bed on life support. She turned to me and crumbled in my arms. She looked to me for comfort and I gave it to her. That was the worst mistake of my life because at that moment while I held her in my arms and told her everything would be okay I felt my heart stammer in my fucking chest and an ache build in it that was so painful it made it almost impossible to breathe.
At that moment I felt pain because she was feeling pain. I knew right then and there that I was fucked. I was falling for her. The only way to stop it before we got in to deep was to push her away and make her hate me.
The last thing I ever expected though was to see her walk away from me and straight into the arms of my friend, Jax.
I inhale a painful breath and drop my eyes to the floor before turning the doorknob and entering my bedroom. I shut the door leaving Brooklyn alone seething with anger on the other side out in the hallway.
Pressing my back against the door I lean against it and closing my eyes as I try to will the piercing pain in my chest to go away. I rub circles against my chest as I wait for the pain to cease. It feels as if someone has punched their way through my ribcage and is squeezing the life out of my heart.
Brooklyn Bennett has fucked up my life.
I’ve turned into a pansy who has to imagine another woman while fucking someone else just to blow his fucking load, and now I’ve had to try and adapt to the continuous pain in my fucking chest every time I’m around her.
Lord help me; I will get over her and find the Dixon I was before she crashed into my life.
She’s just a chick.
I’m Dixon Fucking Beaumont.
I don’t fall in love.
I fuck.
End. Of. Story.
The only way I’m going to shake this is to avoid Brooklyn—and that magic fucking vagina of hers that’s cursed my fucking dick—at all costs. Breaking her heart is the last thing I want to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
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