the dishes after, the three of us going to bed with a full belly and hours of outside time,” Nixx agreed as he stroke his fingers through my short hair.
My own fingers were making circles on his arm, my digits not happy they couldn’t get to his warm skin.
“How come you changed your shirt?” I blurted.
“You like me wearing sleeveless shirts, baby?” Nixx teased, chuckling.
“I do, actually. Easy access,” I quipped, enjoying the way we slipped into our easy banter.
“Good to know,” he winked at me, “but when I take the bike on the road, I like to have sleeves.”
Nodding in agreement, I bit my tongue to stop myself from lecturing him that he should be wearing leathers and gloves too.
“My leather jacket is on my bike Farron, don’t worry, I’m all about the safety when I ride on the roads.”
My goodness, he could read my mind already, or was I simply that transparent? I hoped not because if he can read my mind, he might run as far as possible.
“Farron?”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me what he did to you?” Nixx asked, putting it like a question, but I knew he wasn’t asking, he was demanding. It was fair, I wanted to start our relationship on the right foot, and that had to include total honesty from me.
There was only one thing I had to insist on if I am to pour out my heart and reveal my innermost secrets.
Sighing, I forced myself to sit up. “Okay, but you can’t be touching me while I tell you.”
Nixx balked at my demand, but quickly recovered, giving me a curt nod.
“Okay, now talk.”
Here we go.
FENIXX
“I fell pregnant very young, twenty-years-old, my first boyfriend, my first time,” Farron started, sitting at the end of the couch, a cushion on her lap and one on the couch between us creating a barrier so she could get through her story. I had no idea what she was about to tell me, but not wanting me to touch her gave me a bad feeling.
“Alec didn’t love me, though I thought he did because he spent months pursuing me. Turns out he just wanted to say he’d bedded a virgin, get some points up on his mates. Well, that backfired on him big time when his parents found out about my pregnancy,” Farron drawled with a humourless laugh.
“How come?” I asked, fisting my hands in my lap, so I didn’t reach out and haul her into my arms.
“Alec’s parents are rich, pillars of the community type of thing. Their only son couldn’t be seen with an illegitimate child or a poor girlfriend. Before the pee was dry on the stick, we found ourselves up the aisle, me willingly, him dragged and married within the first month. Little did I know at the time, Alec was not happy about marrying me, we saw each other only a few times before the wedding, and during those visits, I had no idea of his hatred for me.”
“Hatred? He pursued you, didn’t he? Why on earth would he hate you?”
“Because he chose the wrong virgin to deflower. It was the worst experience of my life and his too. It hurt because he didn’t get me ready. I had most of my clothes on, Alec only bothered to take off my jeans and knickers. He ordered me to my knees, and he took my virginity. Three weeks later, the stick turned pink and a loveless marriage was arranged.”
My jaw was about to crack because of the pressure I was putting it under. Farron was talking so matter of factly about her fucktard ex-husband with hardly any emotion. It was almost like she believed what she was saying.
“He didn’t even go to the hospital with me when I went into labour with Dillion, I had to drive myself because I couldn’t reach him. I went through nine hours of labour, the birth and the first four hours of my son’s life alone. I named my baby, gave him his first bath all without his dad there. It was a sign of things to come.” Farron fiddled with the fringe on the edges of the cushion, absently plating the threads while she relived the worst memories a new mother could ever have.
Rage like I never experienced before boiled inside me, overtaking the anger aimed at my dad for the crap he pulled on Makena and Lenoxx.
Alec Hill was not even a man’s pubic hair, let alone a human being.
“He never held our son, never worried when he