twice about it, I wouldn't have called him after all.
"It really doesn't matter, Leon..."
"Stop. Don't you dare make an excuse for whoever touched you like that. That is my fucking kid you're carrying, I expect to know who fucking harmed you, Monica!"
I hate the way he says my name, and even more that I am feeling disciplined. With a few shed tears, I finally glance up at him, embarrassed and ashamed. "My mom."
He stares for a few moments, probably wondering how it got to the point of her hitting me, then he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. His other arm comes around me, and he holds me to him. "Has she ever hit your before?"
I shake my head back and forth, savoring his scent as my face is buried into his chest.
"Good. You can stay here tonight."
"No," I argue boldly. I can't stay here, not because I don't want to impose- although that is a reason, too- but because it would be dangerous if I were in that close of a private area to him for an entire night without his girlfriend present. I'm fairly certain it isn't exactly safe for me to even be here, allowing him to hold me this way, but I'm not going to argue on that. At least not yet.
I know it makes me a bad person, I know I'm being selfish, but apparently I like playing with fire. I just hope no one gets burned.
All too suddenly he pulls back from the hold he has on me. His eyes are hard as steel. "If you're not going to stay here, then I'm paying to put you up for a weekend in a hotel."
"No, that isn't why I came here. I... I don't even know why I came here. I don't have anyone. I needed to get out of the house and out of my head for little while."
"You're not going back home for a few days. You need to let your mother cool off. Stay with me, or in a hotel, or with a friend, but you're not going home."
Knowing damn well I don't have a friend to stay with right now, and that he'll probably follow me to make sure I'm not at home, I nod my head with shame. "Fine. But I'm paying for the room."
"Like hell you are."
Rolling my eyes so he sees it, I do my best to take a stance on the subject, even though from the look he gives me, it's certain I'm going to lose. "You've done enough for me. I can't ask for you to pay for a room for me as well. If I walk away now, can we forget I was ever even here?"
"No."
I take a step back, forgetting his arms are still loosely around me. He locks me in place with his hold. I'm sure if I tried to pull back more he'd let go, but maybe a small part of me doesn't want him to. Maybe I want his comfort, even if for a minute.
"I'm fully capable of caring for myself," I argue more.
"I never said you weren't."
"Well, you kind of did. You're not letting me get my own room."
"I can't force you to do anything you don't want to do, Monica. Go if you want." When I don't move even an inch his lips lift into that panty dropping grin that I shouldn't pine over. "No? Not leaving?"
"Reverse psychology isn't going to work on me." I try. I try desperately to sound like I'm winning this argument.
His eyebrow lifts up. "Get in the damn car."
I wasn't planning on moving until he broke the hold, placing his hands on my shoulders to physically turn me, then starts walking past me towards his garage. Quickly, I follow after him, wondering where he is sending me. I hate feeling like a nuisance. I knew for a long list of reasons I shouldn't have come here. But when he turns to flash a smile at me before opening his garage door, and I get those intense flutters in my stomach, I know exactly what made me call him in the first place. No matter how hard I attempt to tell myself not to feel this way.
The door slides open, revealing a Nissan of some kind. It's midnight blue and made of beautiful curves. He certainly does have a great taste in cars. "Get in," he hollers over.
"What about my car?" I ask, looking over at it.
"It's probably safer here. You got any bags?"
I nod my head to answer, perplexed by his intense need to take
"It really doesn't matter, Leon..."
"Stop. Don't you dare make an excuse for whoever touched you like that. That is my fucking kid you're carrying, I expect to know who fucking harmed you, Monica!"
I hate the way he says my name, and even more that I am feeling disciplined. With a few shed tears, I finally glance up at him, embarrassed and ashamed. "My mom."
He stares for a few moments, probably wondering how it got to the point of her hitting me, then he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. His other arm comes around me, and he holds me to him. "Has she ever hit your before?"
I shake my head back and forth, savoring his scent as my face is buried into his chest.
"Good. You can stay here tonight."
"No," I argue boldly. I can't stay here, not because I don't want to impose- although that is a reason, too- but because it would be dangerous if I were in that close of a private area to him for an entire night without his girlfriend present. I'm fairly certain it isn't exactly safe for me to even be here, allowing him to hold me this way, but I'm not going to argue on that. At least not yet.
I know it makes me a bad person, I know I'm being selfish, but apparently I like playing with fire. I just hope no one gets burned.
All too suddenly he pulls back from the hold he has on me. His eyes are hard as steel. "If you're not going to stay here, then I'm paying to put you up for a weekend in a hotel."
"No, that isn't why I came here. I... I don't even know why I came here. I don't have anyone. I needed to get out of the house and out of my head for little while."
"You're not going back home for a few days. You need to let your mother cool off. Stay with me, or in a hotel, or with a friend, but you're not going home."
Knowing damn well I don't have a friend to stay with right now, and that he'll probably follow me to make sure I'm not at home, I nod my head with shame. "Fine. But I'm paying for the room."
"Like hell you are."
Rolling my eyes so he sees it, I do my best to take a stance on the subject, even though from the look he gives me, it's certain I'm going to lose. "You've done enough for me. I can't ask for you to pay for a room for me as well. If I walk away now, can we forget I was ever even here?"
"No."
I take a step back, forgetting his arms are still loosely around me. He locks me in place with his hold. I'm sure if I tried to pull back more he'd let go, but maybe a small part of me doesn't want him to. Maybe I want his comfort, even if for a minute.
"I'm fully capable of caring for myself," I argue more.
"I never said you weren't."
"Well, you kind of did. You're not letting me get my own room."
"I can't force you to do anything you don't want to do, Monica. Go if you want." When I don't move even an inch his lips lift into that panty dropping grin that I shouldn't pine over. "No? Not leaving?"
"Reverse psychology isn't going to work on me." I try. I try desperately to sound like I'm winning this argument.
His eyebrow lifts up. "Get in the damn car."
I wasn't planning on moving until he broke the hold, placing his hands on my shoulders to physically turn me, then starts walking past me towards his garage. Quickly, I follow after him, wondering where he is sending me. I hate feeling like a nuisance. I knew for a long list of reasons I shouldn't have come here. But when he turns to flash a smile at me before opening his garage door, and I get those intense flutters in my stomach, I know exactly what made me call him in the first place. No matter how hard I attempt to tell myself not to feel this way.
The door slides open, revealing a Nissan of some kind. It's midnight blue and made of beautiful curves. He certainly does have a great taste in cars. "Get in," he hollers over.
"What about my car?" I ask, looking over at it.
"It's probably safer here. You got any bags?"
I nod my head to answer, perplexed by his intense need to take
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