Page 28 of Tate: Gemini King
Tate
I don’t ever want to stop arguing with this woman. I can tell she feels the same, even if it’s taking her a little longer to come around to her blatantly obvious attraction.
“You can’t just blackmail me into being your girlfriend,” Natasha says.
“I’m not. I want you. Please, Natasha. Give me a chance. You get less action than a fat ginger dude in high school.”
“Thank you, Tate Whitmarsh. That makes me want to date you so much more now.”
“All I’m saying is… I promise to fuck you good every night. And I’m not charging you rent. Isn’t that a great deal?”
“I’m basically the stay-at-home mom to our chihuahua puppy, so it doesn’t sound like that great of a deal to me,” Natasha says testily. “It sounds like the bare minimum.”
Cormac sets Terrorist in the house and comes back out where Natasha and I stand in our deadlock. Why the fuck is she fighting me so much on this when it’s obvious she feels the same way?
“Okay,” I tell her. “I promise to cook for you every night. Get you drunk on wine. Tie you up…”
“You are never going to tie me up again.”
“Fine. I’ll take you to bed and then… You’ll never have to sleep alone.”
“Except when you run off in the middle of the night and disappear.”
“When you’re my girlfriend, I’ll keep my location on so you can stalk me.”
“Great. Now you’re calling me insecure.”
“Okay. I’m done.”
“Finally,” Natasha says, rolling her eyes. She has no idea what the fuck she’s in for. I wrap my arms around her and throw her over my shoulders. Cormac laughs as Natasha screams her head off and beats my back again.
“Do you learn nothing you giant creature!?” Natasha yells. “Put me down!”
“Welp. Looks like you have everything under control,” Cormac says, slapping his thighs in the universal country signal for “I’m ready to get the fuck up out of here.” I nod at him.
“I’ll get you the money I owe you by tonight.”
“Don’t forget to leave a tip.”
“For who? DraftKings?” I mutter under my breath. Cormac doesn’t pick up on it because he’s too busy looking at his phone. More football scores or possibly another failed gambling venture popped up, I can’t tell which. Natasha fights for her life as I walk towards the door and keeping her ass under control is my far more pressing concern.
Once I get her inside, Terrorist barks and jumps around my feet with excitement. He’s excited that we’re finally back together. Natasha on the other hand won’t stop punishing my back with her surprisingly brutal fists.
“I am covered in mud and I hate you, Tate. You cannot carry me off like a caveman when I never agreed to be your girlfriend.”
“You are very loud,” I mutter, pushing the door open to my bedroom and then my bathroom before setting Natasha down in the shower. I get her nice and stable on her feet, but her irrational behavior continues and dare I say becomes more extreme. She shoves my chest and starts scratching at me with so much vigor that she falls backwards in the tub.
Natasha screeches as she loses her balance and lucky for her crazy ass, I was standing right there to save her. My arms wrap around her waist and even her toxic ass can’t help herself. She grips my biceps tightly and clings to me for support. Her eyes meet mine. We’re both covered in mud.
I want to feel her so fucking bad and I won’t let her get away.
“I’m sorry I left you.”
She grips me tighter.
“Dylan Callahan set me free.”
“Did he see–