Page 73 of Wild Thing
“Surprised you remember considering how smashed you were.”
Steven chuckled as he walked towards me, typing on his phone. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he stopped when he got to me.
Cocking his head to the side, I wanted to slap the smug smile off his face. “So tell me the real story Brax.”
“With what?”
“How do you really know Dylan?”
“We’re old friends.”
“Sure…” He pulled his sunglasses off his head and began to clean them with his shirt. “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
The prick was getting on my last nerves.
“Old friends… Or ex-lovers?”
“None of your business.”
He laughed to himself as he fixed his sunglasses back up onto his head.
I wanted to put my fist through his face.
“You know she’s got a boyfriend right…?” Steven's voice trailed off.
He was deliberately trying to bait me. Test me. I gritted my teeth.
Stay calm.
“She’s got the best rack I’ve ever seen…”
“That’s enough.”
“Tight little ass too.”
I took an intimidating step towards Steven. “Watch your fucking mouth.”
My reaction gave him the confirmation that he was looking for. Dylan was more than just an old friend. It took all of my willpower not to strangle the cunt.
“If she is an ex of yours… I have to know," he said. He was either ballsy or stupid, because he remained rooted to the floor, staring at me directly. "How’d you ever let that pussy go?”
I grabbed Steven by the shirt, pulling him towards me, before turning and slamming him hard against the wall, the loose floorboards shuddering upon impact.
I could kill this motherfucker.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” Steven exclaimed.
I didn’t give a fuck how unprofessional this was, I wasn’t letting anyone disrespect Dylan like that.
“If you think for one second that I give a fuck, you’re mistaken,” I hissed. No one will ever know the violence it took for me to be this gentle. "You have no idea who you're fucking with."
“Relax,” Steven put his arms up, eyes wide, slightly frightened. “It’s in your best interest to keep it professional, Brax. If not for your sake, then at least for hers.”
I clenched my jaw, my blood was boiling, heart pounding. "What the fuck would you know about keeping it professional?"
"Don't worry about me. I'm leaving… I'm untouchable." Steven’s eyes narrowed. “But you wouldn’t want Dylan to lose her job, would you?”
What the fuck is he talking about?
