Heart of Dixon(25)

I spot Savannah covering her mouth as she tries to hide her laughter too.

Everyone laugh it up. Enjoy the show.

I knew something like this was bound to happen, but still I continued time and time again to sleep with her. I even tried to last night because I think with my dick way too fucking much.

Clearing my throat, I furrow my brows at Brooklyn before turning to my dates who, thankfully, are so drunk that they are letting everything Brooklyn says go in one ear and out the other. “Don’t listen to her ladies, she’s just jealous y’all are going to be spending the evening in my bed and she ain’t.” I tell them before bringing my eyes back to Brooklyn’s. A flicker of hurt flashes in her eyes, but as quickly as it was there, it’s gone and replaced with anger once again.

I prepare myself for another tongue lashing—God, there goes my mind in the gutter again as I think of Brooklyn giving my cock a good, hard tongue lashing.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’m finding my dick getting hard by the minute all because of Brooklyn standing out here trying to embarrass the hell out of me and ruin my night. Why do I find her jealousy so damn hot?

Brooklyn surprises me by spinning around and storming back into her bedroom, slamming her door so hard it vibrates and echoes throughout the hallway.

“Well, ladies. Where were we?” I open the bedroom door and even though it feels all kinds of wrong I lead them inside, shutting the door and locking it behind me.



I walk the girls back downstairs almost an hour later and ask Jerome to set them up in one of the spare rooms downstairs for the next couple of hours. He assured me they’d be on the first flight off of the island as soon as the sun was up.

I’ve sobered up a bit, so I easily make the trip back up the stairs a lot faster than I had earlier. It seems quite still as I make it to the top, so I think I’m in the clear. But, to my surprise, as soon as I begin to turn the doorknob to my bedroom I hear Brooklyn’s door pop open once again. At first I tell myself just walk back into your room.

Don’t even acknowledge her behind you.

But, of course, my body betrays me, and I find myself turning around coming face to face with a very hurt and upset Brooklyn.

“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 barred, 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 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 and sexy web she weaved.

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 shooting 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 she wanted me. What did I do? Like a big douche, I pretended she meant nothing to me, went out and found two chicks, and brought them back here knowing Brooklyn would flip out and get pissed off at me. I knew she might even retaliate by fucking Jax just to spite me.

But still I did it anyway.

Yep, I’m a world-class douche, and the biggest asshole you’ll ever meet. You ask, why did I do it? Why did I bring these girls back here tonight? Well, 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 too 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 close 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.





Chapter Thirteen





Brooklyn


I stand stunned as my eyes stare at Dixon’s bedroom door. How foolish was I to think he felt what I was feeling? I should’ve stayed as far away from him as I could the minute I started feeling something stronger towards him than sexual chemistry.

Slamming my bedroom door, I fall against it as hot tears continue to fall one by one down my cheeks. My body shakes against the cool wood as my cries consume me. I grip at my robe squeezing my hands into tight fists as I try to hold onto anything that’ll help keep me afloat in this storming sea of heartbreak I’m drowning in.

I hate what he is doing to me. This person I’m turning into...I don’t even recognize. I wipe away my tears and pad across the wooden floor towards my bed. I rip my blankets back down and slide into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin.

My lips quiver as I feel my heart shattering in my chest. I attempt to blink away the tears. It it’s useless as they continue to fall one by one, dripping onto my pillow. My chest rises and falls fast as I sob uncontrollably into my pillow. I can’t believe Dixon slept with those two skanks with me right across the hallway. I love him and to know he doesn’t love me back...well...it just kills me inside.

This is why I’ve kept my life simple. It’s easier to not fall in love than to do so and deal with the devastating aftermath. People are fucking stupid if they are naive enough to say falling in love is amazing and worth the risk. Right now, the pain I’m feeling is excruciating. It’s as if Dixon punched his way through my chest and tore my heart out with his bare hands before tossing it on the ground and stomping all over it; before stepping to the side and allowing those two skanks to finish it off.

Now I know why so many women settle in life. It’s smarter to settle down with a good guy that is viewed as your ‘safe’ choice rather than a guy who screams ‘heartbreaker’. I don’t understand how my life has turned into the mess it is. I move to Texas, and my whole fucking world flips upside down. I should’ve stuck to dating shallow models, actors and man-whoring rock stars. At least we both knew it was always just for fun and knew there was no possibility of us ever falling in love.