Page 65 of Broken Prince
“And yours isn’t Kai,” I respond.
“But it is,” he replies,. “It’s short for Malachi.” Shit, he has me there.
“Well, you lied to me too. You said you were a traveling photographer that was just passing through,” I try to defend.
His jaw ticks, the anger finally shining in his eyes. “Not one thing I told you was a lie. At the moment we met, my plan was to move on and continue my travels. That was until I got a call a few days ago offering me this position.” He stands up, forcing me to take a step back. “Now tell me, how much of what you told me was a lie?” he growls.
A shiver runs through me, and I swallow down a whimper. Shame and guilt fill me.
“I–I didn’t think I’d see you again,” I whisper, licking my lips. My heart thunders inside my chest, threatening to burst free.
“Answer the question,” he demands through gritted teeth.
“Pretty much everything.” Tears fill my eyes, but I’m not sure why. I feel horrible for lying to him. I didn’t think I’d see him again. I wanted to be someone else for a night, free of all the drama that’s come with my new life. Only, it got me into more hot water, and I don’t know how to get out of this one. I don’t think I can.
He laughs, shaking his head. “Of course. So, you're not really a dancer traveling the world performing. You're a college student. My student,” he sneers, taking his glasses off before running a hand down his face. “I fucked my student in a damn fucking bar bathroom.”
“I’m sorry.” I hate how my voice cracks. It takes a lot for something to get to me like this, to make me feel so small.
“How old are you?” he growls.
Closing my eyes, I take a shuddering breath. “Nineteen.”
“Fucking hell!” He storms off onto the other side of the platform, running a hand over his face again. “A teenager.” He glares at me. “You're not even old enough to drink! Why the hell were you in that bar?”
“My... my stepdad owns the place. I was just looking for a night out, to get away, to forget. I’m sorry. I never meant to cause any harm. I really didn’t think it would be a big deal because I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” I’m getting defensive now because it’s true: I didn’t go in there that night looking to be malicious or hurt anyone.
He stops his pacing, eyes snapping over to me. “I’m sorry, you said your stepdad owns the place?”
“Yes?”
He blinks at me a few times. “What's your real name?” he asks me slowly.
Biting my lower lips, I tell him, “Delaney Jones.”
His eyes widen, and he curses again. “Nope.” He shakes his head. “Nope. This is not happening. I can’t deal with this right now.”
“I’m sorry,” I say a little more strongly this time. I’m not going to continue to feel like this when I really didn’t mean for any of this to happen. “This was an honest mistake, and I truly am sorry. I’ll transfer out of your class. If I can’t, I’ll drop it. You won’t have to deal with me again. We can forget that any of this ever happened.”
I gasp in surprise as he strides over to me, getting in my face. “Just forget about it?” he snarls, gripping my chin. “You think I can just forget about you, Delaney? No.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “No, my Sweetheart, that's not possible. Do you understand that you’ve been all I can fucking think about? That every time I close my eyes, I see you on your fucking knees, sucking my cock like the perfect good girl you can be. Or how your cunt felt wrapped around me, so hot and tight, so needy, dripping for more. There's simply no forgetting about you, Sweetheart. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
My eyes widen, lips parted as I pant for air. I’m filled with a mix of fear and want. It’s so messed up–how damp I am between my thighs for him. Part of me is begging for him to throw me over his desk, rip off my pants, and fuck me like an animal.
We stare at each other with heaving chests and frantic eyes as the tension between us crackles and pops.
Then his lips are on mine with a savage sound. The kiss is punishing and scorching hot as his tongue plunges into my mouth.
But it’s short-lived because my whimper of need snaps him out of it. We break apart, him jumping back like he’s been burned.
“Fuck!” He slams his hand down on his desk, turning his back to me. I jump away, fear replacing the burning ache in my belly. “Go, Delaney. Now.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Turning around, I run out of that room faster than I’ve ever run in my life. I keep going, out of the building and all the way to my car. I don’t stop until I’ve locked the door behind me.
Chest heaving, I sit there for a moment, staring out the front window before I close my eyes and just scream, getting all the frustration and anger out of me.
What have I done? Who am I anymore?
Having a one-night stand isn’t wrong. I have every right to do what I want with my body. I didn’t know who the guys were when we slept together, so I’m giving myself a pass for that.