Bastard(5)By: J.L. Perry
My gaze moves down to her extended hand then back up to her face. “You called your dog Lassie?” I snarl. “What were you fucking thinking? That’s a pussy name for a dog like this. You do realise he’s a boy, right?”
Her sweet mouth opens in shock and her pretty green eyes widen before narrowing into slits. “The dog that played Lassie in the movies was a boy too, you know,” she retorts, folding her arms over her chest. If she’s trying to look tough she’s failing miserably. Crossing her arms only manages to push her perky little tits up further. I feel my cock grow at the sight, and that pisses me the hell off. I hate how she’s having this effect on me.
Opening the trunk, I reach in to retrieve a box and place it in front of me. The last thing I want her to see is the damn hard-on she’s just given me.
“What’s your problem anyway?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine again. “You’re not exactly making a great first impression.”
I almost want to smile at her fucking attitude, but there’s no way in hell I’ll be giving her that satisfaction. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of me, kid. Why don’t you run along and go play with your dolls like a good little girl?”
I’m really struggling not to smile now as her eyes widen in disbelief at the way I’m speaking to her. When her lips open, forming a perfect little O, all I can think is she has the most fuckable mouth I’ve ever seen. That thought only makes my cock even harder.
Sweet Jesus, what is she doing to me?
I’m surprised I almost feel bad for the way I’m treating her, but riling her up is way too much fun. I’m not about to stop now.
“Well that’s just plain rude. Something pretty shitty must’ve happened in your life to give you such a bad attitude.” She hit the nail right on the head. It sure did I want to say, but I don’t. My brow furrows. Why does her saying that piss me off even more?
I hate that in less than a minute she has already seen through my facade. What is she, some kind of crazy clairvoyant or something? My eyes lock with hers again, and the sympathetic look I see on her face makes me dislike her even more.
“Nope. I’m just a bastard, and stop fucking looking at me like that. You’re creeping me the hell out.”
“Like what?” she huffs, placing her hands on her hips.
“Like you feel sorry for me. I don’t want or need your sympathy. The sooner you learn that the better off we’ll all be, Princess. Do yourself a favour kid, stay the fuck away from me.” She gasps at my words and a satisfied smile crosses my face.
“Later, Larry,” I say to the dog, giving him one last scratch behind the ears before walking away.
“His name’s Lassie, arsehole,” she snaps to my retreating back.
“Not to me it isn’t,” I chuckle as I walk towards the house. “You won’t catch me calling him that pansy-arse name.” Maybe living here isn’t going to be as bad as I thought.
“Come on boy,” I hear her say, exhaling an exasperated breath.
As I walk up the porch stairs to my new hell, I hear her front door slam shut. Surprisingly, this makes the smile instantly drop from my face. I actually feel shitty for the way I just treated her. I don’t often feel remorseful for my actions.
Why am I such a bastard? That’s right, I was born one.
Slamming the front door, I stomp down the hallway towards the back of the house. “Out you go, boy,” I say to Lassie once I slide open the glass door. I feel so let down. I can’t believe I was actually looking forward to meeting that douche. Nobody has ever been so rude to me. Ever.
He’s nothing like I expected. Well, I don’t really know what I was expecting. Certainly not what I got. He’s a prick, plain and simple. A rude, egotistical arse. And as much as I hate to admit it, a sinfully hot one. Why does he have to be so good looking?
He’s so tall, and so built. Every stinking inch of him. His dark hair and haunting chocolate eyes just add to his attractiveness. His cute little dimple on his left cheek. His perfectly straight white teeth add to his illuminating smile. Well they do when he smiles. I hate to admit that he’s gorgeous even when he frowns. To top all that off, he has this perfectly chiselled face, which I’d seriously like to slap right now, by the way.