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He chuckles. “Why? Because I give girls what they want?”
I bite my lip, feeling the tears well up again. I get the urge to smack him, but can’t, because he’s holding me too tight against him.
“Let’s face it, you thought I was a sweet, troubled guy, who just needed a friend. And now you find out how wrong you are about me.”
Refusing to speak, I just stare at him in blind hatred.
I hate him. I seriously hate his guts.
“You can give me the silent treatment all you want, but we’re going to talk. Eventually. I can wait.”
“Fuck you! I saw you in there … Pathetic. Scarlet’s with Brody. How could you do that?” I’m fuming, and I feel like a dragon spitting fire. I just want to shout swearwords at him all day long.
He chortles. “Brody was right there with us. Do you think he’d be relaxing on a couch with a bunch of girls if he minded?” Hunter shakes his head. “You’ve got it all wrong. Scarlet’s the one in pain. She was just looking for some distraction.”
“Whatever.” I turn my head so I don’t have to look at him anymore.
Hunter squints, carefully assessing my reaction.
“Regardless, I’m not going to let you just walk away from here.”
“And you think you can stop me? Not a chance.” Now I’m squirming again, twisting in his arms.
He muffles another laugh and grabs me by my arms, leaning in. “Want to test out that theory?”
There’s a sly half-smile on his face, and all I can do is purse my lips together and boil in my own anger.
Hunter puts me down in front of him, grabs my hand and drags me to a car. Protesting isn’t of any use. His strength is triple my own.
He opens the passenger’s side door and points inside. “Get in.”
“Since when do you have a car?” I say.
“Borrowed it. Now get in.”
“I don’t want to,” I snap.
“Do you want to stay here all night? Or do you want to go home?”
“I don’t care.”
“Get. In,” he says crudely.
“No.”
“Goddammit, get inside or I’ll lift you up and lock you in myself.”
He looks so determined it’s intimidating.
Swallowing, I take a deep breath and step inside the car.
“Stay there,” he orders, as he walks to the other side of the car and gets in.
My arms are crossed as he starts the car. The engine rumbles, and Hunter gives me a piercing glare before the car races away with screeching tires.
Chapter 17
Seduction
Chewing my cheek, I stare out the window. Rain is pouring down, blocking my view, but I will not turn around. I try not to even glance at him. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me look at him.
I don’t want to peek at him for even one second. Not anymore.
“Before I take you home, I need you to do something for me.”
Snorting, I shake my head and refuse to answer.
“Talk,” he says.
It’s quiet. I keep my mouth firmly shut as Hunter switches up the gear. We race through the streets as if it’s a racing track.
“You’re really mad, aren’t you?” he says.
“Damn right I am,” I snap.
Shit, I broke my own promise of not talking to him.
He chuckles. “You’re getting worked up over nothing.”
“You were trading drugs again! I wouldn’t be surprised if you took some yourself, too.”
He laughs, and it’s a deep, husky sound that turns my insides to mush. I don’t want to feel that way, but I still do.
“I only sell it. I don’t take it. I told you, I hate that stuff. I would never take it unless they forced me to.”
“Well, you were at that party, which is already bad enough.”
“You were there, too,” he scoffs. “Quite a surprise to me. I can’t believe you showed up there. Do you even know how fucking dangerous that is, huh?”
“I was looking for you. Jaret brought me. It was his idea.”
“Yeah, and I’m going to thoroughly thank him for that later.” He furrows his brows in an annoyed manner.
“Don’t blame it on him. I didn’t say no. I wanted to see what you were doing, and I was right all along.”
“Oh? So now you’re the one watching me?” One of his eyebrows lifts, and on his face is a cheeky smile.
I just want to give him a smack on the head.
“You’re following me, checking what I do. You went to a party in that dress, just to keep up with me.”
His eyes swipe over my body, and my pussy clenches with need I don’t want to feel, but do.
“You’ve changed, Leafy.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap.