Chaotic (Imperfect Perfection) - By C.A. Williams Page 0,5

it with that asshole of all people?” He was one of the few people that were allowed to get away with a nickname for me. My mother thought they weren’t proper and quickly corrected anyone who tried to give me one. Chris was one of the exceptions.

He reached up a hand to place on my cheek, but I quickly knocked it away and remained silent. “Fine.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked down at the floor. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. I know things ended on kind of a bad note and I really don’t understand why they needed to. I’ve been really torn up about it.”

“Gee, I don’t know, Chris. It might have had something to do with that one night we were both shit-faced and you did whatever the fuck you wanted to do with me. Do you really understand what I went through after that? So don’t go telling me about how torn up you’ve been, because we all know that’s one big lie. All of the skanky girls that you’ve been with since certainly proves it.” Did he not think I heard the gossip even if he had been away at school? I turned on my heel, but his hand gripped tightly onto my forearm, and I squirmed to get out of his hold.

“You and I both know how much you wanted it, Adelaide,” he hissed into my ear, before letting go of my arm. “You haven’t really been helping your case much by all of the guys you’ve been with. So don’t even try and pull that pathetic ass shit with me. As for what you had to deal with afterwards, well that was your own fault,” he smirked. “You could have come to me instead of turning to that bitch of a mother of yours. That was your entire fault.” My mouth gaped open at him, but no sound came out. My fault? My fault? How could I have ever thought that Chris was my soul mate or some stupid shit like that?

I was done. Completely done with men, well that is, besides to use them. My heart was being guarded by an iron cage from now on. But one thing was for sure. I would, at least, never have to see that asshole again.

Chapter 3

The sound of my alarm broke through the blackness, and I groaned when I saw the time. Why in the hell did I go out last night? Well, I guess it was kind of expected since the summer was almost over. The parties to choose from were endless.

I clicked on the bedside lamp, the low light casting an orange glow across the room that hopefully wouldn’t wake anyone. “Adelaide, what the fuck? It’s like eight in the morning. Get that fine ass back over here.” An arm snaked around my bare waist and I was pulled back onto the bed.

“Ian, I need to get going. I have to meet my mother for brunch at Millers Bistro. She’ll be pissed if I’m late.” I heard a muffled groan from underneath his pillow and then both hands immediately gripped my hips, placing me on top so I was straddling him.

“Since when does Adelaide McGregor follow any kind of rules? You know we had a good time last night. We could continue that for the rest of the day.” His hands reached up to run along my sides and he tugged me closer, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I circled my hips around, earning a loud grunt from his lips that made me chuckle, and leaned down to brush my lips across the side of his neck. “Sorry, Ian. Maybe later.” Yeah, like that was going to happen.

I gave one final push with my hips before jumping off the bed and hunting around for the bag I had stashed in his room the night before. I figured I would end up here since we had been flirting back and forth for about the past week and had yet to actually hook up. “You’re such a tease. You better be back here in like two hours or I’m going to come hunt your ass down. That was the best night of my life.”

I had to bite back a laugh at his dreamy expression. Well, at least it was for someone. I guess in a way it had been fulfilling for me too. It definitely beat sitting at home doing nothing. When that happened, my brain tended