Page 17 of The Bully Alien

"I didn't mean... Any of you. All of you. The students and the teachers," I mumble. "You're all... Earthlings in general aren't..."

"We just a stupid fucking race, aren't we?" she snaps. "We aren't good enough in your eyes. You think we're lazy and backward, and we aren't advanced enough. We aren't civilized, and I guess I didn't help with that, with this... stunt... but I just... I went about this all wrong. I just wanted an apology, and I would like some answers, but you don't intend to give me anything. I et it. I'm just a blip on your radar, a bug you would squash if you could get away with it. I'm nothing and worthless and no good and—"

"I never said any of that," I say mildly.

"You didn't have to! You're actions and your words... You've hinted at it. we can't help you, but we didn't ask for you to come here. You can just fuck off, Wyatt. You can just go off and leave us alone. We didn't want an alien to come here and pretend to be a human." She hesitates. "How many ore of you are there?"

"Do you mean my particular species?"

Her eyes widen. "You men there might be other alien species than just your kind here, walking among us?"

I nod.

"Is that a guess on your part, or have you recognized others who aren't human?"

"I know that for a fact."

"Well, blow me over like a fucking leaf. You actually answered a question. Think you deserve a blow job now?"

"Why are you so bitter?" I ask.

She closes her eyes, and there is so much tension in her body that I grow tense too. She's in pain. Any idiot can see that.

She wants respect. She's probably been fighting that for a long time now. I bet she's been bullied a lot because of that scar. Whatever happened to give it to her must've scarred her too, not just the bullying. That's just another layer to it.

And I added to it.

But her pain isn't an excuse to try to hurt me back. Yes, she deserves an apology, but she should give one back too.

She's proud, though. She'll never apologize first, and I bet she's trying to act all tough because of my pushing back at her, by not answering her every question. Yes, I paid her, but I did destroy her property, and it wasn't my finest moment, and she does have me by the balls.

Even if her hands are in her lap.

"I really would hate to tell the world about you," she threatens quietly, not meeting my gaze.

Are you fucking kidding me?

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Delana

Ilift my chin. My mind is racing. I shouldn't be threatening him. Even sitting, even as a human, he's a hugely powerful guy. He could easy crush me.

Kill me.

But I don't think he will.

I also don't think he'll cave and tell me anything unless I push him.

So I'm pushing him.

I sneak a peek. He's glowering at me, his hands fists, and I wince.

Instantly, he relaxes some. I think he might be forcing himself too, and he's breathing in and out heavily, not because he's still turned on. He's gone soft.

Wyatt follows my gaze, and he shifts to tuck himself back into his pants. "The money isn't enough, huh? You really going to extort me to get answers."

All of the blood has to drain from my face.