Did he just say our room?
Oh no.
This is not good.
Not good at all.
I’m completely and utterly screwed if he means what I’m thinking he does. I can’t go there. Not without losing myself to him. I do that and there is no return.
What will happen if my father or Terry Nelson make their move?
I’ll be destroyed.
Pulling into the driveway of Hunter’s house, I still can’t get over the fact they call this place something so miniscule to what it really is. This place is a mansion with each one of them having their own wing as their residence.
When I first stayed here when Chaz had been shot, I’d felt dumb struck at the fact these men lived in a mansion. I thought they would all be rude, condescending jerks who thought their shit didn’t stink. The first week, they proved me wrong. Well at least Chaz, Tanner, and Lex did. Hunter on the other hand was always rude and snarky toward me whenever I was around.
Now staring up at the monstrosity, my heart races as my head is filled with thoughts of what’s to come between Hunter and myself.
He’d said our room, like we shared one together. Did he mean his part of the house? I don’t know and that scares me more than anything. Because if he means for me to come into his room, I’ll cave, give him anything and everything he asked me for. Long as it meant him touching me the way he did the one time before.
Stop. Stop. Stop right there.
That’s not going to happen.
I have to stay strong. Hunter doesn’t even like me, why would he want me in his room let alone his bed again. Last time, I just laid there and let him do what he wanted to my body. He probably thought what we did was horrible anyway. Doesn’t matter if Huntson came out of the deal.
“Come on, baby, let’s get inside. I’m sure Huntson’s sleepy still and Mackenzie is probably ready for bed herself.” So that’s who he got to watch our son while he decided to follow me up to Sinner’s Cove.
Ugh, God.
Hunter is insufferable.
Sighing, I quietly open my door and climb out. Hunter rounds the hood of the car as I’m closing the door.
“Hunter,” I murmur his name, breathlessly, staring up into his eyes. At first, I thought it was out of fear that might have caused this reaction out of me. No, fear is the last thing to enter my mind as Hunter steps directly in front of me, lifting one of his hands to tangle it in my hair at the back of my head.
“We’ll talk in the room, Dimples,” he coos melancholily, his head tilted to press his forehead against mine. Our breaths mingling together and butterflies taking flight within my stomach.
Oh my.
I don’t know what’s going on here right now other than Hunter isn’t acting like himself. Is this a new game he’s decided to play with me? To make me think he doesn’t hate me for everything I’ve done to him. For keeping his son from him.
Please, don’t let this be the case.
It will hurt far worse if he plays any type of game with my heart right now. More so if what I feel for him now tenfolds at any time in the future.
Breaking the moment, Hunter releases his hand from the back of my head, only to reach down and entwine our fingers together.
“Um,” I mumble dumbfoundedly causing Hunter to grin at me.
“Promise we’ll talk in the room, Annslee. Get on the same page about things. Get you to the point in understanding what’s happening right now,” Hunter proclaims, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
“Okay,” I whisper, lightly, with a nod. All thoughts of anything else incinerate upon themselves as Hunter’s words penetrate every corner of my mind while he guides me into the house, up the stairs, and to his room.
Taking a deep breath, I send a silent prayer to a God I know won’t answer my prayers. He never has.
Stepping into Hunter’s room, he releases my hand, and steps back. “Sit on the bed, I’ll be right back. Gonna let Mackenzie know we’re back and grab the monitor from her,” he mutters, huskily at the same time there’s a knock at his bedroom door.
Hunter moves swiftly to open it. Mackenzie was standing there smiling, holding out the monitor.
“Lex texted letting me know you guys were all back,” she announces.
“Thanks, Mackenzie, appreciate you watching him for us,” Hunter says, taking the monitor from Mackenzie.
“No problem he’s been asleep the entire time.” A pang of jealousy I have no right to feel filters through my body at their easy interaction with each other.
Why does it have to be so difficult for me to have something like that? Maybe even something as beautiful as what Chaz, Tanner, and Lex have with their women. Everything in my life has always been and always will be difficult in some way or the other.
The sound of the door clicking shut draws me out of my thoughts, internally shaking my head, I focus on Hunter. Standing across the room, his head tilted to the side as if he were examining me.
“You know when I first saw you tonight, my first reaction to the way you and Kit-Kat were cozied up, I wanted to rip her hands off you, shove her away and snarl in her face to keep her hands to herself. Never in my life have I felt something so strong when it comes to a woman.” Heart racing, I lick my suddenly dry lips.
“I know you think I hate you. At first that’s what I thought as well but it’s recently been pointed out to me there is a fine line between love and
