Tainted Love(13)

“Do it,” I mouthed to him.

I knew once I let this happen, my dad was going to beat my ass, but I would rather get my ass beaten than let Zane have the shame over his head. He looked at me sideways, narrowing his eyes in confusing.

“Do. It.” I mouthed again with a little more pronunciation while bouncing around in front of each other.

Understanding sets in as he drew his hand back, and like every other time this happened, the movement played out in slow-mo in my head, which resulted in me being a lot quicker than your average Joe. I let it hit me, his fist connecting square with my jaw. That was the first time I’d ever been touched in a fight that didn’t include my dad. I was getting back up when I heard Aunt Annabelle yelling while walking up to us.

“David Mathews! Get those boys out of there now! I don’t care what you do with your club, but if you throw my boys in that ring again, I’ll cut your balls so deep you will be pissing out your mouth for a week. Are we understood?”

For the first time ever, Uncle David looked like he’d just shat himself. The thought made me laugh. Aunt Annabelle was gentle and graceful. She wore cardigans and had a soft angelic face. Therefore, the words that had just come out of her mouth shocked me.

“Come here boys. Aidan, come and get cleaned up hon,” she said, dragging us out of the ring.

She turned her head to my dad and pointed her finger. “Frank Nixon, you should be ashamed of yourself. You may be Sargent at Arms of this club, but he’s your son. You sick, twisted, man.” While storming off with both Zane and me on her heels, it was at that moment that I knew Aunt Annabelle must be an angel. A potty-mouthed angel.





Present Day




Pulling my mind out of my brief memory lapse, I make my way back to bed. I don’t know why hearing my full name triggers memories, maybe it’s because my dad always used it—he made it filthy. Up until I was thirteen, I was Aidan Nixon. Now, I’m just Ade Nixon. Stepping into the shower, I let the water run down my head.

Fuck! Kalie is fucking out-of-this world-beautiful. I’ve never seen a woman with such raw, natural beauty. She doesn’t even realize how bloody outstanding she is. I lean my head against the glass door, rubbing my hands through my hair, and before I know it, I’m stroking myself at the thought of her eyes looking up to me. I squeeze around my dick, thinking about those sweet, plump lips wrapped tightly around my cock. Her head bobbing up and down, and then just as I blow my load all over the glass, I think of those fucking eyes looking right up at me.

Those fucking eyes, they had me in a second.

“Fuck,” I groan, turning the shower off.

What the fuck was that about? I haven’t jacked off since I was thirteen.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I walk out to my room and get changed. After throwing on my clothes, I gather my shit, ready to make my way back to Westbeach. I need to put myself under as many bitches as I can to get over this weekend. Kalie is going to haunt me forever—good fucking thing I’ll never have to see her again.





Present Day




I wake up to Carter’s annoying fucking alarm going nuts in his room.

“Carter!” I scream from my bed, trying to put my pillow over my head. I just want to go back to sleep and dream about Ade again. Spewing profanities, I get up out of bed and storm into Carter’s room.

“Carter! Your fucking alarm is killing me!” I yell, walking to it and smashing it on the ground.

I look to the bed and see he’s yet again, not alone.

Rolling my eyes. “Carter, I’m serious about the falling off thing. However, if it doesn’t fall off, I might just cut it off. Sort your fucking alarm out. I don’t shake my ass in front of MTV cameras all night to have to wake up to your psycho ass alarm.” Storming off back to my room, and on my way there, I walk past the bathroom mirror and see my crazy hair all over the place. I groan just as I hear Carter laughing loudly.

“Shut up, Carter. You have no idea what the struggle is like with thick hair.”

He laughs again before yelling, “Sorry, baby G, the only thick thing I’m experienced in, is the cock.”

I slam my door, hard. I love Carter so much it hurts. But right now, I could slice his eyeballs open with a skillet knife.

What can I say, I love my sleep.

I slide back into bed, closing my eyes ready to pick up where I was so rudely interrupted. But after tossing and turning and trying to go back to sleep, I realize can’t.

“Fuck my life,” I moan getting back up out of bed in a little bit of a better mood.

I know I need to call Vicky, see what’s going on with the wedding. I’ve seen Pipper a few times, but they were all times that she had come to The Hills, I haven’t been to Westbeach in years.