Buy Me, Bad Boy - A Bad Boy Buys A Girl Romance by Layla Valentine

Author:Layla Valentine [Valentine, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Jake

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I slammed my fist onto the top of my bedroom cabinet, leaving a dent beside another where I’d slammed my fist before.

What was wrong with me? She was just some rich, high-society bitch. Some uppity princess who thought herself more worldly and humble than she was. Why did I care what she thought?

Sure, she’d probably make a fun lay, but I’d already had a ton of those. Those exciting nights and empty mornings, the same nothing-faced girls slipping out the door and away. Yeah, I’d had enough of those.

Who gave a damn about it anyway? About any of this? It was just a stupid job—a big one, but just a job. That was all. Just a few more hours and I’d be free of her.

My stomach growled. I should’ve gotten food supplies before I’d decided to take a hostage. Still, there were some cheese balls downstairs. Just because I was down there didn’t mean I had to talk to her.

Once downstairs, I found the bag of cheese balls emptier than I remembered. I headed for the stairs without a word, however. The skinny little rich girl probably hadn’t had a non-organic snack since she could talk.

“Your hand…”

“What?”

Alice had risen, and she took my hand in hers.

I looked down and was surprised to see a splinter embedded in it, blood trickling out of the gash.

Ripping my hand away, I backed up a few steps.

“It’s nothing.”

But Alice’s face was unchanged. She looked as concerned as ever.

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” she said softly.

Pip let out a small bark of support.

“Listen…” Alice took the snack bag and set it on the floor. Then she took my hand in hers. “I’m sorry about before. I…it’s just been a tough day. This wedding, my life—it isn’t the fairy tale it seems, okay? And you just…you got me at a bad time.”

I said nothing.

“Can I just take the splinter out, please?” she asked.

I said nothing and let her lead me upstairs to the bathroom.

Once there, she turned to me and asked, “Do you have any tweezers?”

I laughed.

“You kidding me? What kind of place do you think this is?”

She frowned, and I opened the cupboard under the sink.

“Wait a sec. Let me just check the basket.”

I peered into the little pink plastic container of all things girly—all of my nighttime visitors’ left behind belongings. There were some hair ties and a brush, some toothbrushes, a thong, a bra, and, sure enough, a pair of tweezers.

“Here ya go,” I said, handing her the metal thing.

“I won’t ask,” she said, leaning in with the tweezers. “Now, this is gonna—”

I roared as hot fire enveloped my palm.

“Hurt,” Alice said, dangling the bloody splinter before me victoriously. Then she pressed a wad of toilet paper to my palm.

“Goddam,” I swore, sitting on the bathroom floor.

“You good?” Alice asked, sitting beside me.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “No bandages, so I’ll have to press on it till it stops.”

“Okay. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much,” she said, actually sounding like she meant it.

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