Being the Bad Boy's Victim (12 page)

“Do you want something to drink?” Connor asked as I sat down numbly on the couch.

“Water, please,” I said. I watched as he stared at me for a few seconds before turning to walk into the kitchen.
Had I really freaked him out? Who am I kidding? I turned into a psychopath in front of him. Of course, he was freaked out.

“Here,” he said, handing the water to me.

I gave a whispered “thank you” and took a sip. At the corner of my eye, I saw Connor still standing there, still watching me cautiously.

“Do you… um…?” he started as he rubbed his neck awkwardly, “need to rest or something?” He glanced at me, taking a step back as if I was going to lunge at him or something.

That did it. I slammed the glass on the table in front of me, causing a loud noise to echo throughout the room. Then, I stood up and faced Connor, glaring at him as I began my rant.

“Look, Connor! I know I freaked you out and all. But really? Why are you treating me like a kid who belongs inside an insane asylum?” I shrieked, throwing up my arms in emphasis. “I’m fine, okay? I don’t need any special treatment, especially from you.”

Connor stared at me in bewilderment for a couple of seconds before he frowned and crossed his arms.

“What the hell? I’ve been nothing but nice to you since your little ‘freak-out attack’ and this is how you thank me? And what do you mean ‘especially from you’?” he asked, his eyes narrowed, and a look of annoyance on his face.

“You were being cautious! I don’t need you acting like I’m going to freak out at any second!” I screamed.

“Well, with good reason. Look at you! You couldn’t even take two sips of water before you lose it again!” he snapped.

I raised an eyebrow in annoyance. “What? You think I’m crazy?”

“Exactly!” Connor said, smirking in victory.

“Well, in that case…” I threw the remaining water at Connor, and it splashed all over his face and clothes. I grinned with satisfaction as I put the glass down, enjoying his shocked expression.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” he hissed and took a step towards me.

I shrunk back in fear.

I turned to make a break for it, only to be pulled back into his hard, toned chest.
Bella! Stop thinking about his abs
, I scolded myself. I let out a gasp of surprise as he whirled me around, keeping his arm around my waist.

“Karma’s a bitch,” he said with a smug smile, while some of the water droplets fell on me.

I let out a shriek as he lifted me up, flinging me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I pounded his back with my fists, but it was useless. This guy is pretty much made of pure muscle. I let out a gasp as cold air hit me, telling me that we were now outside. From what I could see, we were now in his backyard.

“Connor, let me go this instant!” I demanded, shivering slightly.

“You sure about that?” he asked.

But something was off, I could tell.

“Yes!” I replied.

“Alrighty!”

Then, I felt my body being thrown. And when I took a quick peek, I saw that it was straight into a pit of blue. I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared for the icy cold pool water to engulf me. Only, it didn’t. I opened my eyes to find Connor holding me, bridal style.

“Your face!” he exclaimed, causing me to bounce a little as he laughed.

I frowned and watched him, annoyance taking over.

“Bells, did you really think I was going to throw you into the pool?” he asked when he finished laughing.

I didn’t answer, and just looked around awkwardly.

“Well, I wouldn’t,” Connor said, a small grin on his face.

“Really?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Of course not!”

I let out a horrified scream as I was thrown in the air and into the freezing pool. When I surfaced, Connor was on the ground, laughing hard.

“You bastard!” I screamed, shaking like a veritable leaf as I put my arms around my body, trying to keep myself warm as I looked for a way out.

“You look cold,” Connor observed, his eyes twinkling.

I scowled as I swam to where he was standing.

“Here,” he offered, holding out his hand.

And yeah, that clichéd idea popped into my head. So I took his hand and pulled with all my strength, trying to pull him into the pool. 

Only that didn’t happen.

He didn’t even budge. He just watched with amusement as I struggled to pull him in. After at least a minute, I sighed, giving up, and climbed out of the pool. My clothes were stuck to me, and I was pretty sure that I was dying.

“C-can we g-g-go ins-side?” I stuttered, my teeth chattering.

“Whatever you say, prin——” Connor was cut short as his body was thrown into the water.

I laughed when I saw his expression when he resurfaced—it exhibited pure shock. But then came the anger. His eyes darkened and he swam towards the edge of the pool.

“Uh-oh!” I whispered, backing away. And with incredible speed, Connor shot out of the pool and cut off my exit.

“Uh-oh is right,” Connor said, advancing on me.

I turned to make a break for it, with Connor right behind me. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to make it back to the house fast enough, so I went for the gate instead.

“Gotcha!” Connor said as he put his arms around me, flinging me around so that I was facing him.

I cried out as I slipped on a puddle of water, falling backwards. Connor reacted quickly and held on to me so that I wouldn’t fall. But I panicked, flailed my arms, and ended up smacking him in the face, causing us both to fall.

“Ahhh!” we both screamed as we fell back into the ice-like water.

I managed to keep my head above the water, while Connor sunk to the bottom before managing to bring himself to the surface. I couldn’t help but laugh at his “pissed off” expression. I was treading water while Connor simply stood to his full height of six foot one. Thankfully, we didn’t fall into the deep area. We were only at the five and a half feet part, which was good for my five foot five frame.

“You think it’s funny to get your head dunked under all this water?” he hissed, standing in front of me.

“You’re the one who threw me in!” I reminded him, backing away.

He grabbed my arm, stopping me from backing away any further.

“You’re treading water?” he asked, sporting a self-satisfied grin.

I frowned as I continued to stay afloat. Being awful at all things athletic, I started to struggle.      

“Well, sorry! Not everyone can be as tall as you!” I snapped, a little breathless as I carried on kicking my legs lightly back and forth.

Connor laughed and pulled me closer, wrapping an arm around my waist. Being so close to him made it hard for me to continue to tread the water.

“C-C-Connor,” I stammered, shivering. Connor’s eyes twinkled as he pulled my body even closer towards him.

Before I could say another word, he crashed his lips to mine. I raised my arms to push him away when I made the sickening realization—I didn’t want to.

Despite all that I had said before, I couldn’t stop myself from putting my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He lifted me slightly, one arm resting under my butt, and I wrapped my legs around him. With his free hand, he threaded his fingers through my hair, deepening the kiss. And although we were in the freezing water, the kiss was so heated that I wasn’t bothered by the cold at all.

After what seemed like just a couple of minutes, he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. We were both breathing heavily, our bodies still entwined. I rested my head against his shoulder as he somehow managed to pull himself out of the water while still carrying me. The second we were out of the water, the chilly October air was much more noticeable.

Connor carried me inside the house, turning the heat up as he did. I didn’t bother protesting as he carried me upstairs, and into the bathroom.

“You can take the first shower,” Connor said, placing me on the counter. He pulled out two towels from a cupboard and handed them to me. He then left the room, returning with a large t-shirt and sweatpants.

“They’re probably not going to fit, but you can adjust them.” Connor said, folding the clothes and leaving them on the counter. I shivered and nodded my head, giving him a grateful smile.

“You know, we could take a shower together. Save some water,” he said, his hot breath fanning across my face.

“Are you sure you don’t want to shower first?” I asked.

Connor shrugged, giving me a small smile. “I’m fine. But you know, the offer still stands, if you want to…”

I playfully slapped his chest, pushing myself off the counter.

“Out,” I said, smiling at him.

He bowed mockingly, skipped out of the bathroom, and shut the door behind him. I shook my head, still smiling.

Twenty-five minutes later

I actually finished my shower ten minutes ago, but the hot water seduced me into staying longer! I kept on spinning around as the jets streamed down on me. This is the…

“Ahhhhhh!” I screamed. I felt myself slipping so I grabbed onto the glass door. Right as I was standing up, the glass door flung open, causing me to tumble out of the shower. I slipped and let out a strangled scream as I slid across the bathroom and onto the door, falling to the ground in a heap. I groaned and stood up slowly, feeling the pain all over my body. I looked at the trail of water I left. All I needed to do was avoid the water and I’ll be…

“Noooo!” I wailed, as I found myself slipping backwards again. I braced myself for the impact, only to find that there were arms wrapped around my midsection.
Wait, what?!
I let out a shriek as I was pulled up to a standing position. I immediately whirled around and struggled to get away, trying to cover myself as much as I could. I looked up at Connor in horror as his eyes trailed over my body.

“Stop that!” I snapped, shifting awkwardly as I tried to adjust my hands.

Connor looked into my eyes, full-on smirking.

“Don’t be ashamed,” he whispered, taking a step forward.

I scowled and moved away. “You need to leave!” I ordered, my face flushed. To my surprise, Connor turned and left without another remark. He shut the door behind him, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Peek-a-boo!” Connor yelled out, flinging open the door.

“Connor!” I shrieked, slamming the door closed.

I heard him laugh as he ran down the stairs.

Asshole!

I hastily dried myself off and changed, grateful that my bra and panties had dried off. I glanced at the mirror, wincing at the sight of the hickey on my neck. And because of the pool incident, some of my makeup had washed off. The shower removed the rest of it. After checking myself in the mirror, I cleaned off the floor, dumping everything into the basket in the corner. Then, I put on the clothes that Connor gave me. The t-shirt dwarfed my small frame, but the sweatpants were the most comfortable thing in the world.

In the living room

“You’re a douche!” I snapped as soon as I saw Connor lounging on the couch. I noticed that his hair was still damp, and he was wearing a set of new, dry clothes.

“Did you shower?” I asked, plopping down next to him.

“Yeah, I realized that waiting for you to finish would take too long. So I just used the one downstairs,” he said, facing me.

I nodded and turned towards the television. He was watching some basketball game, so I pretended to be distracted. However, I could feel his eyes on the side of my head, and I couldn’t help it anymore.

“Please just forget what happened,” I said, remaining to stare forward.

“Forget the image of those breasts and the Brazilian? I think not,” Connor said, amusement evident in his tone.

My jaw dropped and I turned to him, aghast.

“I saw everything,” he whispered, moving closer to me.

I flushed and turned away, hoping to distract myself. My heart began to pick up pace as Connor moved nearer and placed a hand on my leg. I ignored that action and continued to stare blankly at the television. But then, his hand began trailing up, slipping underneath my shirt.

“Stop it!” I snapped, standing up to glare at him.

He laughed and let his eyes trail over me.

“You look really good right now,” he said, his eyes meeting mine once again.

I rolled my eyes and snorted.

“What time is it now?” I asked, sitting back down next to him.

He checked his phone, which reminded me that mine was in my car.

“It’s almost ten o’clock.”

I yawned and nodded my head, leaning back. It only lasted about five minutes before my eyes started closing slowly. Right before I completely fell asleep, I noticed Connor put his arms around me, resting his chin on my head. I smiled as I shut my eyes, enjoying the warm embrace.