I don’t know if I like this.
I’m certainly all for a good time, but he’s really drunk and I just…can’t fucking focus with Tyler’s eyes on me.
Connor’s hand goes up higher making me jump from my place on the couch. Tyler’s eyes flick up where I’m standing, letting his arms down from being crossed over his chest. He pushes off the wall, his analyzing look telling me he’s trying to anticipate my needs.
“You okay?” Sam looks at me.
“Yeah, I’m just going to get some more food. Want anything?” I offer.
“Yes! I’ll take a piece of pumpkin pie with extra whip cream please!”
“You got it.”
Shortly after, the smell of alcohol is enough for me to recognize it’s Connor behind me. It takes everything in me to not roll my eyes and groan. Maybe I should’ve taken up Sam’s offer to get with her when we first met. Then I wouldn’t be in this situation tonight.
Connor braces the kitchen counter with both arms, caging me in. I can’t get out, and if I turn towards him, our faces will be inches from one another.
Pressing his chest into my back, I feel his bulge against my ass, pinning my hips to the counter. I’m honestly curious how the hell he is able to achieve that, considering the amount of alcohol coursing through his system. His body weight on mine is a reminder of how Ryan felt the night I left.
Leaning into my ear he whispers, “What if we get out of here?”
Panic rises like bile in my throat. I should’ve fucking known better. I should’ve known I wasn’t ready for this. I can’t…not after whathedid to me.
Turning around to face him, I push on his chest lightly to get him a step away. “That’ll be a no, Connor”
“Why not?” he asks playfully while his hand traces up my thigh.
I have a flashback of Ryan forcing my thighs open with hisknees. “Because I don’t feel like it,” I say matter of fact, trying to keep my composure despite my trembling hands.
“It’ll be fun,” he whispers again, tracing his fingers along the scar on my neck, giving me a flashback of my own stethoscope wrapped around it.
The disgust, the fear, the hate for myself and what he did to me, all of it rushes me like the very blood coursing through my veins. It’s living and breathing inside me, reminding me that maybe I’ll never be okay.
“Connor, no!” I jump away from his touch, pushing against his chest with my full weight.
Stumbling back, his ego is clearly bruised because a woman knocked him off his feet. He starts for me with rage prevalent on his face, fists balled, as if he’s going to make me regret shoving him off.
Little does he know I’ve got a lot of rage inside me, caused by men just like him,beggingfor a release.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
TYLER
All it took wasa blink of an eye for me to lose my place leaning against the wall and to have Connor’s neck in my hand.
Listen, I can’t kill him.Yet.
I knew Connor would make a misstep because I know the type of guy he is. If he didn’t make a mistake now, sending Sunny running the other direction, there’s no way I’d let her leave with him.
If I killed him tonight, especially after what happened at the brewery, that would trigger a series of events that will create a target of not only me, but Sunny, too.
I unfortunately have to be methodical so that it doesn’t come bite me in the ass. But soon, death will greet him, and I’ll be the one to make the introduction.
Once I saw his fingers trace that scar on her neck, all fucking bets were off.
I throw him in the opposite direction before I even try to snap his neck. It wouldn’t have taken much, honestly. But we unfortunately have witnesses tonight.
Connor tries to come after me, hoping I’ll move frombetween him and Sunny, but I refuse. I’ll be the biggest cock block he ever experiences and I’ll do it happily.
