Did I actually hit a sore spot – or is he just waiting to jerk me around again?
“Before today, I thought my old man was one-of-a-kind. Greedy, narcissistic, cut throat. Willing to do anything to take the empire he's built with his bare hands to the next level. I'll never be the perfect son, and it's too fucking late for him to mold me. But he's got the rest of his life to mold Spree into what he wants.”
“Why today? What changed?”
“Meeting Amanda. Straight up, your ma's different, lower on the totem pole in some respects. Still, that woman had to pull some seriously sneaky shit to sweet talk my old man into marrying her. She's landed herself a fucking whale for financing future campaigns. Not too shabby for a politico, right? Fuck, you'll go far if you're half as big a snake as mama. Maybe you can find yourself Prince Charming, some dude who's loaded to make it easier for you to stand around and lecture everybody else.”
Wow. I come to a dead stop. I'm almost speechless.
Ass. Hole.
When the words come back, they come fast and hot. So do my fists. I fly forward and start hitting him over and over. He grabs me, stops me so easily, grabs my wrists and twists them like I'm a child. It's as infuriating as the laughter pouring out of his evil sexy lips.
“Knock it the fuck off, babe. Throw me a fucking bone and don't play stupid. You're a smart girl. We both know what this marriage's all about. Are you pissed because I opened your eyes, or because I threw something you already knew in your face?”
“I'm pissed because you're the most condescending, insulting jerkoff in the entire world!”
“Ah, the whole world,” Ty muses, loosening his hold on my wrists and lowering them to my waist. “You must get around a lot for a Congresswoman's daughter. Shit, here I thought North Korea still had some bigger pricks than me.”
I flap my limbs, arms and legs pumping, putting sorely needed distance between us. It's my turn to start walking. The beautiful daylight wanes fast, and not just because he's once again made a complete ass out of me. I stare at the thick clouds rolling in from the Pacific, doubling my steps to make it to the car before it starts to rain.
I don't dare look back. Ty doesn't even chase me or say anything until my old car comes into view, an ugly metal lump totally out of place on this gorgeous beach. It doesn't matter that the scenic value is about to plummet with a Washington rain coming ashore.
“Hey.” Ty's voice hits me from behind, just as he grabs my shoulders. “I didn't know you were so sensitive. Never meant to make you this pissed. If you want me to walk home, I'm more than happy to –“
“Just get the fuck off me and get in the car!” I scream, spinning and slapping him away. “I don't understand you!”
“Feeling's mutual, babe.”
“No, it's not. I didn't decide to zero-in the moment I first saw you and treat you like complete shit. I don't get why you're doing everything you can to get a fucking rise out of me. Is it just a sick game? Are you hitting on me? Playing me for kicks? You're supposed to be my fucking brother!”
He laughs, arrogant as ever. “Don't fucking flatter yourself, babe. You think I'm so desperate I'd fuck my own little Sis?”
Of course I do, even if I'm afraid to say it. He's proven he's Prince Asshole, with all the dangerous looks of Prince Charming. I can't rule out anything on his agenda.
“Bullshit!” he roars at last. “You really don't know me, do you? I'm Tyler fucking Sterner. Every goddamned day's a pussy buffet at my club. I can and will fuck everything in Seattle before I'd ever lay my hand on you. Even if you weren't little Sis, you're not the kinda chick I take to my bed unless I've got one or two hotter girls on the other arm. You're a side dish. Nothing more. Get the fuck over yourself, Little Miss Perfect – pussy like yours is a dime a dozen.”#p#分页标题#e#
Tears sizzle in my eyes. I hate him so much.
He's stabbing me in the heart again and again, reminding me what a worm I am compared to the almighty billion dollar golden boy. He's a stain, a disease, and if I had any goddamned backbone, I'd leave him behind. I'd head back to Seattle and scrimp together whatever money I can for an apartment, exit this sideshow Mom's snuck into my life.
I should reach down and scoop up some sand to plug my ears so I don't have to hear his crap the rest of the drive home. Either that, or scoop up some dirt and throw it right in those perfect blue bastard eyes. I want to fucking blind him the same way he's doing to me.
Facing the ground, I put my hand over my brow, hiding the tears.
I've got to keep moving, while my legs still work, or I'll never escape this torture. I get in the car and slam my door before he can answer.