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Fucking beautiful."
She snorted. "Beautiful?"
" Yes, extremely. Naughty and beautiful."
" That's an oxymoron."
" Fucking no. It's synonymous."
She sighed after a few seconds. "We better get going."
" No. We better not move."
She groaned a little. "We're already late now."
" I don't care. This..." I stroked her body with my hands and arms. "Is worth more than all the money in the world."
More negative sounds, like my words pained her.
"What?"
" You really need to quit."
The pleading in her voice annoyed me. "Why should I?"
" Because what we're doing isn't about that."
I fought to keep her words from penetrating, but like acid, it ate clear through my soul. I gripped her hips and helped her off. "No, it's not, is it?"
" Lucian, it shouldn't be," she said, whining.
I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped myself off, hating how she always ruined something so amazing. "You sit in here and get your game back on and I'll go help Steve so I don't vomit all over you."
" Oh stop it." She put her shirt back on and her little miss pissed at everything armor. "Why do you have to make this into an emotional rollercoaster?"
Amazement made me pause halfway out the door. I looked back at her. "And why… No…fucking how can you sit there… and pretend that it's not?"
I got out of the car and she followed soon after. "Okay so this guy, Mr. Sennat? I got him fired. I ruined his life."
" I really don't want to do this right now, Tara."
" Well we need to," she cried.
" Tell it to Steve. Steve, I'll finish."
She gasped. "I don't want to tell it to Steve ."
I stooped down and took over putting the new tire back on. "You act like your problems are my problems, love."
" Uh, hello, they are. Team, remember?"
" Yes, and Steve is part of the team. Steve, give her an ear, will you?"
" I don't want Steve's ear!"
" Well that's too fucking bad baby, because you'e not getting mine!"
" Because you're pissed?"
I stood and stared down at her. "Yes, because I'm pissed. I'm very fucking pissed."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "You're being a baby about this."
Fury hardened every bit of pain she caused me. "Because I don't want you to fuck me like you're some slut? That makes me a baby? Because I want to love you? That makes me a baby ?" I pointed in her face. "You. Are the fucking baby. And coward. Scared of the truth, scared of your feelings."
Both her hands flew to her hips. "You're the scared one. You're scared I won't love you and then all of your effort is wasted ! You lose your game."
" This isn't a fucking game to me!" I yelled at her.
Tears filled her eyes and she looked around then back at me. "And that is the big problem here, Mr. Bane. You forget the reason we're here. To win a competition. To dominate in all things. This has nothing to do with love . This is a war. A Dom. Fucking. War. And you are fucking that up, you are fucking up our game!"
I stormed to the front of the car, ready to walk, literally. I looked around at all the nothing, feeling trapped. Fuck it. That was the last fucking straw. I took off walking back to the nearest town.
"Where are you going?" she called.
I shot my fuck you finger into the air above my head.
"Oh, real mature. Real mature."
Fifteen minutes of walking later, the limousine pulled slowly alongside me with Tara hanging out the window. "Lucian, I'm sorry." Her tiny voice immediately snagged me. "I'm such an ass. It's not that I don't care, I promise. It's just…it's just now isn't really the best time? Can we…can we maybe talk about doing this part of our relationship…after the competition? So I can focus? I'm not like you, I can't do both. When I let that other stuff in, I lose focus. I get scared. I know I'm the baby, I'm the coward. I'm sorry. But it's what I am, I don't know how to be different. I need you. Not just for the competition. Well yes, I need you for the competition but I mean…I do want you for other things only…can we wait till after? Maybe go on a date or
She snorted. "Beautiful?"
" Yes, extremely. Naughty and beautiful."
" That's an oxymoron."
" Fucking no. It's synonymous."
She sighed after a few seconds. "We better get going."
" No. We better not move."
She groaned a little. "We're already late now."
" I don't care. This..." I stroked her body with my hands and arms. "Is worth more than all the money in the world."
More negative sounds, like my words pained her.
"What?"
" You really need to quit."
The pleading in her voice annoyed me. "Why should I?"
" Because what we're doing isn't about that."
I fought to keep her words from penetrating, but like acid, it ate clear through my soul. I gripped her hips and helped her off. "No, it's not, is it?"
" Lucian, it shouldn't be," she said, whining.
I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped myself off, hating how she always ruined something so amazing. "You sit in here and get your game back on and I'll go help Steve so I don't vomit all over you."
" Oh stop it." She put her shirt back on and her little miss pissed at everything armor. "Why do you have to make this into an emotional rollercoaster?"
Amazement made me pause halfway out the door. I looked back at her. "And why… No…fucking how can you sit there… and pretend that it's not?"
I got out of the car and she followed soon after. "Okay so this guy, Mr. Sennat? I got him fired. I ruined his life."
" I really don't want to do this right now, Tara."
" Well we need to," she cried.
" Tell it to Steve. Steve, I'll finish."
She gasped. "I don't want to tell it to Steve ."
I stooped down and took over putting the new tire back on. "You act like your problems are my problems, love."
" Uh, hello, they are. Team, remember?"
" Yes, and Steve is part of the team. Steve, give her an ear, will you?"
" I don't want Steve's ear!"
" Well that's too fucking bad baby, because you'e not getting mine!"
" Because you're pissed?"
I stood and stared down at her. "Yes, because I'm pissed. I'm very fucking pissed."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "You're being a baby about this."
Fury hardened every bit of pain she caused me. "Because I don't want you to fuck me like you're some slut? That makes me a baby? Because I want to love you? That makes me a baby ?" I pointed in her face. "You. Are the fucking baby. And coward. Scared of the truth, scared of your feelings."
Both her hands flew to her hips. "You're the scared one. You're scared I won't love you and then all of your effort is wasted ! You lose your game."
" This isn't a fucking game to me!" I yelled at her.
Tears filled her eyes and she looked around then back at me. "And that is the big problem here, Mr. Bane. You forget the reason we're here. To win a competition. To dominate in all things. This has nothing to do with love . This is a war. A Dom. Fucking. War. And you are fucking that up, you are fucking up our game!"
I stormed to the front of the car, ready to walk, literally. I looked around at all the nothing, feeling trapped. Fuck it. That was the last fucking straw. I took off walking back to the nearest town.
"Where are you going?" she called.
I shot my fuck you finger into the air above my head.
"Oh, real mature. Real mature."
Fifteen minutes of walking later, the limousine pulled slowly alongside me with Tara hanging out the window. "Lucian, I'm sorry." Her tiny voice immediately snagged me. "I'm such an ass. It's not that I don't care, I promise. It's just…it's just now isn't really the best time? Can we…can we maybe talk about doing this part of our relationship…after the competition? So I can focus? I'm not like you, I can't do both. When I let that other stuff in, I lose focus. I get scared. I know I'm the baby, I'm the coward. I'm sorry. But it's what I am, I don't know how to be different. I need you. Not just for the competition. Well yes, I need you for the competition but I mean…I do want you for other things only…can we wait till after? Maybe go on a date or
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