I’ve given her everything she wanted for a wedding and honeymoon.
I saved her from ruin and potential murder when Bobby can’t pay back the mob.
I’m her savior in more ways than one.
But, most importantly, I won’t play second favorite to the motherfucker who did all this in the first place.
Who has been playing his own role as a perfect boyfriend when the dumbass never met her in the first place.
He lied the first time they officially met, and I’m the bad fucking guy here.
I’m the villain in her story.
And, if that’s the character I’m going to be, I may as well go hard with it.
“Come here, Meirna.”
“No,” she immediately retorts, pushing back a little into the couch when Irise to my feet.
She’s not scared of me. There’s that little lift of her chin that silently dares me to either do my worst or show her everything I’ve been hiding.
And what I’ve been hiding is my deep and dark obsession with the curly-haired daydream of mine.
It’s downright toxic with the number of times I’ve thought of this woman.
The many positions I’ve reflected on fucking her. The many ways I could make her happy, content, and successful. How easily she would fit into my family with my mother, and sister.
Meirna is perfect for me, and I’m the opposite for her. I’d ruin her for everyone else. I would make her wish for space when I can’t keep my hands to myself.
And, right now, is one of those fucking times.
“You wanna go home, Daydream?” Her lips part, and I know there’s a yes behind them when I round the coffee table and add on, “Then fight me to get out.”
Her face skews as she cranes her head to look up at me. “What?”
“Fight me.”
She’s not able to get another word in because I’m the bad guy. Bad guys are unpredictable—the good ones, anyway.
If you’re truly someone who can completely uproot someone’s life and not be figured out beforehand, you’ve got the title and name hands down.
I yank Meirna out of the couch and onto her feet before she can blink twice. She’s over my shoulders by the third.
And by the sixth, she’s on the floor next to the big ass Christmas tree in the corner of the living space with me between her legs.
Meirna swings at me, connecting with my cheek on a hard slap that I know has her palm stinging.
My skin feels like it’s on fire, but I feel alive.
And I feel pissed.
“Getoffme!” she bellows out, her frame trying to throw me off as she pushes up on her heels. “You’re a misleading piece ofshit!”
“No, I’m the bad guy, Daydream,” I taunt, pinning one of her arms over her head, but I permit her use of the other just for fun. “Let me show you how I feel about playing second best to my brother.Again.”
Releasing her arm, I use both my hands to rip at the thin satin material of her pajama pants.
Meirna sits up, shoving at my chest the moment she has the momentum, but I’m able to tear at the material of her pants, making the most satisfying fraying sound to my ears.
