Scotch on the Rocks

by Elliot Fletcher

She said she hated me – my only thought was How much? How far did I need to push until she unravelled? And what would that hate taste like on my tongue? Like I said, a sick, sick man.

Hehe

He thought he had me by the balls. Little did he know Juniper had been carrying those around in her purse for the last eight years.

“Allow me to be crystal clear this time.” My eyes bounced between hers. “I wanted to fuck you because you’re you, that never changes. But I also knew why you wanted me. I’m not a good man, sweetheart. I’ve betrayed my brother in my mind more times than I can count, and I couldn’t have lived with myself if I’d selfishly taken what you offered when it was little more than pain-fuelled revenge for you.” Biggest regret of my life. Well, second, it sat right below letting Alistair meet her first.

“You want me.” I spat the words like an accusation. He didn’t even blink. “I never pretended otherwise, sweetheart.”

“You want nice, harpy, just say the word. I’ll be the nicest man you’ve ever met.” The words were a tease against my ear. His hot breath stroking my pulse, sending it soaring. He wanted me. He’d always wanted me. The knowledge was thrilling. Terrifying.

“While you’re taking care of other people, who’s taking care of you?” The question took me by surprise. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” Another lie. I’d let her take care of me. And I’d take care of her right back.

I love this woman. I love her in a way that makes me understand why people would so willingly die for it.