Confused (Getting Inside of V - Book 2) (3 page)

“What? Are you gay?” I question seriously. I mean come on, any straight man wants a piece of this. Especially when it comes so easily.

“You don’t want to do this
,” he responds.

“Do you have an STD or something? Some kind of pus-filled disease that I can contract?” I ask.

“NO!” he all but shouts. “It’s nothing like that… I just think you should have a little more respect for yourself, that’s all!”

“I do have respect for myself. I have respect enough to give my body what it wants, what it craves
, and exactly what it needs. And right now, baby, my body is calling out for yours. Don’t you respect me enough to give me what I want?” It’s not really a question. I know he wants me, too. He just needs to throw this nice guy act in the trash where it belongs and let himself have me.

“It’s too soon
,” he states very seriously. I can’t help but frown.

“What in the hell do you mean? Yeah
, I’d say it’s a bit soon, considering that I just met you last night.” I have to keep playing stupid. He thinks he’s smarter than the dumb blonde. He’s not the only man that ever underestimated me and I’m sure he won’t be the last.

He moves his hands away from his eyes and slowly opens them. He looks no other place but directly into my eyes. He places his strong hands directly onto my perfect baby
-making hips. Not that I’d ever consider making a baby, but I sure like the act that it involves. He grips me and picks me up in one swift motion without even bringing his back off the bed. He places me down roughly next to him and rolls onto his side, facing away from me. I am both shocked and pissed off. He’s seriously turning me down?

“What in the fuck is your problem? Am I not good enough for you?” I
’m seeing red at this point. I have never been as easily dismissed as this. I don’t like the feeling.

“That’s not it. You already know that you’re beyond beautiful. You deserve more than a one night fuck. You deserve for someone to love you every day of your life.” His words are like music to my ears. I almost believe them. It’s like when you’re dreaming and everything seems so real and then you wake up and realize that dreams are so much better than reality. I know that I’m a monster. I relish the fact.

“You don’t know me. You don’t even know my fucking name. Please act like I’m something more than a warm pussy for you to slide your dick inside, make my god damn day.” I scowl at his back. I’m not putting my fucking shirt back on. In fact, I’m going to take my skirt off, too. I’ll finger fuck myself right here on this bed until he can’t stand it any longer and has to pay some fucking attention to me. I’m by no means desperate, but being turned down makes me fucking crazy. Well, crazier…let’s be honest. I’ll never be okay with that shit again. I stand from the bed and walk around to where he is facing. I slide my skirt down my hips and show off my recently shaved pussy. He seriously looks mad. He’s all hard lines and high cheek bones, he’s practically emitting testosterone right into the air and it turns me right the fuck on, to put it frank.

“That’s okay
, baby. Get mad. I like it rough.” I’m not at all put off by the look on his face. Most woman want to make love, not me. I’m always the exception. I don’t want slow and sensual, at least not right now. Fast and hard is what I need. I want to fuck and forget. I slide my hand down my stomach until I reach my aching center. I slide my finger between my swollen lips. I make sure to bring my soaking finger back up to my lips and place my finger in my mouth for show.

“Mm… want a taste?” I ask seductively.

“Nah… I’m good.” He places his hands behind his head and lounges back onto his pillow. He starts to laugh to himself. He must be crazier than I am. I try to ignore him and continue my relentless finger bang, but I just can’t focus.

“AHHH!” I yell and go around the other side of the bed to collect my clothes. I throw them on with quickness. I
’m used to getting dressed in a hurry. “Fuck you!” I shout with as much conviction as I can muster. He laughs even harder.

“You’re seriously throwing a temper tantrum because you didn’t get your way?” He sits up
, clenching his stomach.

“That must be how you got your fucking abs. Laughing wom
en right out of your bedroom!” I stick my middle finger up and search the room for my purse. I hear him move behind me, but I don’t care. I only care about finding my purse and getting the fuck out of this room before I go off.

“Looking for this…
?” he says tauntingly. I turn around to where he stands, my purse in hand.

“Give me my purse
, asshole. It’s not your color.” I smirk.

“Go to your hotel room, take a shower
, and get your bikini on. I’m taking you to the beach. Then and only then will you get your purse back.” How does one go from a sensitive sweetheart to a dominant prick in two point five seconds? That’s a question for the ages.

“What in the world makes you think I would actually follow through on demands coming from you? What do I gain, other than my purse, from this set up? To be honest, I could just get another purse
,” I smart off. I honestly want more if I’m going to act like a baby back bitch and let this man demand things of me.

“You get the pleasure of my company, isn’t that enough?” He sticks his gorgeous lip out in a pout and I’m considering his offer.

“I’ve had better.” Is all that comes out of my smart ass mouth? I turn around to leave. I figure he’ll get pissed and launch my purse at my head. I’ve definitely been in worse scenarios. I’m sure I can handle myself.

“So have I
,” he responds and I stop dead in my tracks. I stand as still as stone and contemplate the words that actually left his mouth. I calmly turn around and it feels as if the world is moving in slow motion. I’m not sure what I’m going to do when I turn fully around, but it’s not going to be pretty. As soon as my eyes meet his, I see red.

“Prove it
,” I threaten. I mean every ounce of it.

“I don’t sex on a first date. But let me take you out… three dates minimum. After that, you can have your wicked way with me.” He has no idea. I’ll rock his world, have him plead for more
, and then regret every single naughty thing we’ve done when he’s begging for his life. I’m not sure how much he actually knows or if he just thinks he’s getting one over on me, but I’m going to play this little game. I will win this prize. I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for a man in uniform, especially police officers. Too bad he doesn’t have his uniform here in paradise. Apparently he was laid off for stalking me too much. I’m not surprised he became a bit obsessed. I’m a mental case, to put it mildly. I’m pretty positive he’s the only one hot on my trail. Nobody else believes him, though. Sad for him, good for me. I highly doubt he’ll last three dates, but I’ll go along with this game.

“Deal
,” I state firmly. I reach my hand out for my purse.

“Uh-uh-uh.” He shakes his head back and forth. “I don’t think so. You can have this back after you’ve given up.”

“And what exactly will I be giving up… just so we’re on the same page?” I pick at my fingernails, acting completely uninterested. I’ll never admit that he has my curiosity piqued.

“Everything.”

The reality of his statement hits me full force in the face. For a split nano second, I want to give him everything. I back up a few steps. I need to get out of this room. I’m being smothered by this lovey dovey shit in the air.

“I need your name and number
,” he requests.
Like you don’t know it.

“It’s V and my number is in my purse, front pocket. I have a bad memory, so I keep it handy. And your name?”

“It’s Breccan…” he trails off. The name sounds familiar to me. I mean, how many Breccans can there possibly be? But my mind still blanks. I know his last name, though. I did some research when I realized he was a police officer. A detective, actually. Detective Grant, to be exact. Breccan Grant, I like it.

Chapter Four

Dat
e
1

I did just as Breccan said. I went to the condo, put on my bikini, and met back up with him to go to the beach for date number one. He looks adorable with his black Oakley shades and neon colored board shorts. His body is heaven sent. I could quite literally drool over it all day. He lays out a blanket on the beach and we both lounge back and soak up the sun. It seems surprisingly like my dream and that definitely freaks me out a bit, but nothing like that happens. He still hasn’t revealed the truth to me. He claims he’s here for vacation and offers no more information. We act like any other loving couple on the beach. He lavishes me with attention. He holds my hand, kisses my cheek and forehead lightly, and looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world. It’s super fucking weird to be honest, but I’m kind of liking it. I’ll never admit that fact to him or anyone else, though. The fact that we fit together scares the fuck out of me. I have to keep reminding myself of the truth. This is all fake. For show, not real. I need to come to terms with that fact and not play right into his hands. I know he just wants me to let my defenses down, so I’ll give him a confession and he can finally get his life back. But that’s not going to happen. I’m going to use him just like I do everyone else. The beach day is actually perfect. Perfect setting, perfect temperature outside, and perfect man. I would have ate it up if I was a normal girl.

Girls stare at him openly when they walk by and I feel myself getting wells of jealousy. I have to swallow it all down and act cool. Whenever they d
o this, he grips my hand and kisses the top of it. It’s almost odd how reassuring it is to me. I feel safe with him, when in all reality, he shouldn’t feel safe with me. Not one bit. We eat ice cream and he knows my favorite kind, mint chocolate chip, I didn’t even have to tell him. I want to question him about it, but I choose not to. I don’t want to ruin the playful mood we are both in. I fit the role of doting girl to a tee, reaching out to lick the corner of his mouth where ice cream was dribbling out and playfully wrestling around with him in the sand and water. We stereotypically spend the evening on the beach, grabbing a bite from the boardwalk when the sun goes down. It was beautiful to watch the sun set against the crystal blue water. Something so huge, so bright…disappearing, fade to black; just gone. After date number one, Breccan walks me back to the condo and drops me off without so much as a kiss on the lips. He pecks my cheek, does a funny little bow, and bids me goodnight. I mean, he literally says, “I bid you goodnight.” It’s funny, but not at all what I was expecting. I vowed to myself that I’d be good for one date, but I make no promises for the next. I can’t remember much else of this one. It was too perfect to ruin with my words of hate and disgust. I’m a walking disease. On to date number two. Hopefully I’ll have more to share. I fall asleep without a second thought.

Chapter
Five

Date 2

I sleep all through the night and wake up to my phone blaring a John Mayer
song that I know for sure I didn’t download. I can’t help but laugh at the audacity.

“Hello?” I sleepily murmur into the receiver.

“Why, good morning there, beautiful. What are you up to?” His is a voice I wouldn’t mind waking up to…for a couple days or so.

“I’m sleeping…naked.” The last part was an embellishment. I fell asleep in a t-shirt, but this was a lot more fitting to my image. He laughed huskily.

“Well…get dressed. I’m going to pick you up in an hour for date number two.” I sigh loudly into the phone. I mean, he really isn’t my normal type of guy. Why the fuck won’t he just take me? I’m literally throwing myself at him.

“Or…I can stay naked…and you can come over and get naked…and then we can be naked, together…for date number two?” I’m only half joking. I really would like to skip the formalities and just get this out of my system. Love
‘em and leave ‘em.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He quickly responds and my heart skips a beat. I can feel my skin start to heat up.

“I’ll see you soon, baby,” I respond, keeping my cool even though my heart is racing.

“Oh wait…”
he says before I can hang up.

“Yes?” I question seductively.

“Wear comfortable clothes.” He laughs and quickly hangs up before I can scream. God dammit. I should have known better. I grumpily get out of bed and take a really cold shower. I scrunch my wet hair with my hand and leave it down and wavy. I decide to put on some tight black shorts and a red bandeau top as a shirt. I don’t mess around with makeup. I was starting to get a really great tan from being here and have that sexy summer glow going on.

He arrives in twenty minutes on the dot. I open the door and his jaw nearly drops. I smirk and playfully grab his hand to lead him inside.

“Rethinking that whole staying in thing?” I ask while running my finger down his chest.