Flawed Heart: House Of Obsidian - Bella Jewel Page 0,2
doesn’t like the fact that I’m talking to a girl that could possibly be prettier than her. Maybe not as hot, but most definitely more beautiful. Belle has a rare kind of beauty, it’s soft and alluring, the kind that never fades. She certainly will be in my thoughts today, a face like that is hard to erase.
I turn away but glance over my shoulder at the girl still staring at me, blue eyes wide. “Later, Blue Belle.”
Her mouth drops open.
I grin.
~*~*~*~
Demi’s head bobs up and down as she works my cock with her mouth. I stare down at her, seeing nothing but blond hair falling all over my lap. It feels good, but she’s sloppy, far too much saliva. I’m trying to focus, but I keep thinking about the girl in the hall, Belle. Her eyes are calling to me and I have no fucking idea why. Girls like her and men like me . . . we don’t mix.
Yet I can’t stop thinking about that face, no matter how hard I try.
“How much longer?” Demi whines, lifting her head and staring up at me, lips puffy.
I take my cock in my hand, feeling it going rapidly flaccid. “We’ll finish this later.”
I tuck it back into my jeans and she sits back as if I’ve slapped her. Her green eyes are wide and her lips are parted. “Are you seeing someone else?” she snaps.
Here we fucking go.
“No, I’m just stressed,” I mutter, standing. “I’m trying to pass while making sure I’m getting in practice time. This year is fucking double the pressure.”
“You’ve barely called me, and you always come when I suck you off. There’s another girl, isn’t there?”
Always come? God, she forgets half of it because she’s so drunk more often than not when we’re getting down and dirty. If she were sober, she’d realize I barely ever come when she sucks me off, because she’s a fucking sloppy lover. Not that I’m super, I prefer to fuck her when I’m drunk too, so I guess we’re even on that playing field.
But this right here is the reason why. She talks way too much.
“Demi,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm, “I’m not fucking seeing anyone else.”
“Then why didn’t you come?”
“Because I’m stressed,” I mutter, running my hands through my hair.
“You’re lying.”
She starts crying. I do not have the patience for this today. I step over, wrapping my arms around her while grinding my teeth. “Baby, I’m not lying. I’m seriously stressed.”
She sniffles and looks up at me. “Are you sure? Because if there’s another woman . . .”
And end the tears, enter raging bitch. This girl has more than one personality, I’m sure of it.
“Demi,” I warn.
“I have power,” she says, studying my face. “You don’t want to dump me, Max. I’m the best thing you’ve got.”
Fuck me. Last time I checked, it was meant to be me threatening her for the title of power. This shit is getting more warped by the second.
“I could say the same.”
She jerks back and glares up at me. “Are you threatening me, Max?”
I narrow my eyes and cross my arms. “How did we go from me not coming, to me threatening you?”
She steps away and crosses her arms, too. “I’m starting to think we need a break.”
I sigh.
We had a break last week. It lasted two days. She saw another girl at a party dancing with me, and suddenly she couldn’t live without me. This girl has way too many hormonal fluctuations for me to be able to follow. One minute she’s happy, the next she’s losing her shit.
“Do you even care?” she yells.
Right, I’m supposed to react to her little threat like any normal boyfriend would. “Of course I fucking care, but I’m not going to play mind games with you, Dem. You either wanna be with me, or you don’t. There are plenty of girls who would jump at the chance to take your place.”
“I can’t believe you just said that to me,” she whispers, then turns and storms out.
I’m starting to think getting to know blue eyes would be the easiest part of my life right now.
CHAPTER TWO
NOW – ANABELLE
“Immy,” I soothe, holding my daughter to my chest, rocking her backwards and forwards. She’s got high fevers and vomiting, and because of that we’ve been awake for the past two nights.
It’s hard doing this on my own sometimes. Especially times like these. I know Max would want to know about her, if I gave him the