Perfect Chaos

by York, Marie

  Anger, regret, sadness and every sickening emotion possible smashed into me. I jumped up from the floor, needing to get away from him, feeling like an idiot for believing him. I walked over to the couch and slumped into the cushions. He lied to me. What was all that bullshit about him asking if I trusted him? He made me feel like I was a bitch for doubting him. For not listening to him. When all along he was lying to me.

  He shifted and went to reach for me, but when his arm didn’t find my waist, he sat up, searching the living room. His eyes landed on mine and he smiled. “Hey you.”

  Unable to look into those familiar gorgeous eyes of his that had the power to render me thoughtless, I blinked away and stared down at his phone in my lap.

  “What is it?” he asked. “Is it your leg?” Panic rose in his voice as he grabbed hold of my bandaged ankle.

  “My leg is fine.”

  “Then what is it?”

  I took a deep breath and held up his phone, revealing the text with the picture.

  His body went lax in defeat and regret dominated his features. “That’s not what you think.”

  Did he honestly think I would fall for that crap again? I was sick of being lied to. Being coddled because people thought I was too young and dumb to handle life and the truth. I was done. “You’re a fucking liar,” I screamed, and threw his phone at his head.

  “Ow! What the fuck?”

  “Stop lying to me.”

  “I’m not.”

  “You are!” I threw my hands in the air and then stood from the couch. “You trust me, right? It hurts that you said that,” I mocked him. “Tell me, did you just say all that just to fuck me?” Stupid pitiful tears pricked my eyes, but I forced them back. I wouldn’t let him see me break. Not anymore. I was stronger than I gave myself credit for and it was time I became that girl. I wanted a happily ever after but not at the expense of lying down like a floor mat and letting myself get constantly manipulated and walked on.

  He ran his hands through his hair and stood up. I tried not to focus on his naked body, choosing to stare at the picture frames on the mantle behind him instead.

  “First of all, why are you reading my fucking messages?”

  “I was curious if you and Nix were talking yet?”

  “Then you could’ve asked me instead of snooping through my shit.”

  I pointed my finger at his chest, trying to control my rage. “If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn’t care.”

  This time he threw his hands up in the air, and walked away from me. He turned around and came back, getting inches from my face. “You said you trusted me!”

  Anger surged through me, and I pushed his chest with all that I had. “I’m obviously a fucking idiot.”

  He grabbed my wrists, and I tried to rip them away, but he wouldn’t let them go. His hold tightened, and he pulled me to him. “You’re not a fucking idiot and don’t ever say that again. You hear me?” he growled. There was an intensity in his gaze I had never seen before. As if me saying that about myself snapped something inside of him, releasing an angry beast.

  I narrowed my eyes, refusing to respond, mainly because I couldn’t look away from him. Couldn’t focus on words. They were a jumbled mess in my head that kept slipping out of reach.

  “I didn’t fucking lie to you. I said that it wasn’t my kid, and it’s not.”

  Un-fucking-believable. He lied right to my face again. Why didn’t he think I could handle the truth? He has a kid, and yeah at first it upset me, but I was willing to look past it. To accept his decisions. Yet he still wasn’t man enough to admit the truth to me even when it was staring us both in the face.

  I struggled against his hold, pushing and pulling, trying to break free, but it was an impossible feat. “Stop lying to me. I don’t need protecting. Just tell me the truth,” I screamed.

  His grip lessened as the anger in his features turned solemn. “I’m not lying.”

  I took a deep breath, knowing damn well if I didn’t, I’d only scream. I needed to be calm and show him that I wasn’t a fool. “There is a baby on your phone with a caption asking if it has your eyes. Tell me, how I’m reading this all wrong?” He finally let go of my wrists.

  He walked away and began to pace. His naked body was gorgeous, all hard ridges and perfectly defined lines, but I couldn’t let it distract me. He was more than a body, and right now I needed the part that mattered to give me what I needed most. I needed the truth.

  “You lied,” I said again, so he could hear the hurt in my voice.

  He came to me, cupping my cheeks.

  “I didn’t, and I wouldn’t. I fucking love you.”

  “If you loved me, you would tell me the truth.”

  He took a deep breath and sat down on the recliner. A million emotions ran across his face as he finally began to talk. “Freshman year, I became really good friends with this girl, Jessica. She was like one of the guys. She’d hang out with me and Nix and partied harder than both of us. I never slept with her. Not saying I never tried. I did try once when I was drunk, but it meant nothing. She was always seeing someone, but he was a mystery. No one knew who he was, and she wouldn’t tell us. We just assumed she was making it up so the guys would stop hitting on her. Turns out, she was sleeping with her professor.”

  I rested my hand on my mouth as the words sunk in.

  “He knocked her up, and then denied it. She showed up on my doorstep one night, a fucking wreck. He threatened to fail her if she told anyone. His threat didn’t bother her. What scared her the most was getting kicked out of school if the wrong person found out. So, I told her I’d take the fall. Tell people I was the father, so there’d be no speculation. I had a reputation, so it was totally believable. I was planning on transferring anyway.”

  Beckham wasn’t lying to me. This whole time I thought he was capable of such betrayal when all he was trying to do was to protect a secret that wasn’t his to share. I sat down on the couch next to him and listened to the rest of the story.

  “The only reason I went there was to get as far away from my father as I possibly could, and I was sick of letting him have any effect on my decisions. I always wanted to come here. You and I talked about it once.”

  “I remember.” I smiled, remembering that night. It was late. Well past one in the morning, but I didn’t care. I would’ve stayed up all night to talk with him. His excitement for the school was one of the reasons I had chosen it, though I would have denied it to my death.

  “So, I took the fall so she could continue to go to school without people talking.”

  “But why? Why would you do that? You didn’t owe her anything?”

  He linked his fingers behind his head and rested his elbows on his knees. “You’re right. I didn’t.” He stood up and paced, running a hand over his hair. “It was selfish really. I wanted an out. And, with that type of excuse, no one would ask me to stay or try to talk me out of leaving. Nix practically packed my bags for me and told me to get the fuck away from there. So I did. I came here, and I had a fresh slate. The problem was, I didn’t know how to start fresh. I fell into my same old habits. It wasn’t until you showed up that I finally felt like it was the new beginning I had been searching for.”

  I wanted to believe him completely. He was the guy of my dreams. I wanted to spend my life in his arms and find new places to make love. But there was still something keeping me from him. “What about the caption?”

  “It was a joke. She called me last week to check in, and I told her to send me a picture because I wanted to see if he had his dad’s eyes. I was kidding, honest to God.”

  “I know. I believe you now. I do. I’m sorry I ever doubted you. You just have to understand it from my side of things.”

  “It’s a fucked up situation. I know. Which is why I couldn’t just blurt it out. So, when you wouldn’t talk to me, I didn’t know how to get you to listen to me long enough to understand.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, and took his hand in mine because
I hated not touching him. Hated that my stubbornness kept us apart for so long. If I would have just listened to him… Given him the benefit of the doubt. But the words came from my own brother and he knew Beckham better than anyone. I believed blood over love. Now I knew that wasn’t always the way to the truth.

  “And I’m sorry too. I fucked everything up,” he said.

  I dragged my hand along the contour of his jaw. “Yeah, you did.” I cupped his cheek, loving the feel of his skin pressed against mine. “But I think we both have a little blame on this one.”

  He shook his head and gave me that sexy smirk of his. “No. This is all Nix’s fault.”

  I laughed. “It so is.”

  “Have you heard from him?” he asked.

  “Only a few texts that told me to stay away from you.”

  He took me in his arms, and I willingly stepped into his embrace. “Did you write him back?”

  “No. I love you, and I don’t give a shit what Nix thinks.”

  “He’s your brother.”

  “I don’t care. Not anymore. I’m sick of him trying to control my life. The only person who can control me is me. And right now, all I care about is you.”

  “You know it’s going to get messy.”

  “Like you said to me not too long ago, with you, it’s perfect chaos. I wouldn’t have it any other way. So bring it on.”

  A laugh rumbled up his throat and he rested his forehead against mine. His thumb brushed across my cheek, sending heat to my core. “Me neither. I love every perfect and chaotic moment with you.”

  I kissed him and let the chaos fade into the perfection, knowing that with Beckham it would always be like this. Fighting and making up, arguing and making love, an endless cycle of our perfect chaos.

  I couldn’t be happier.

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  ~Keep reading for an excerpt from Imperfect Chaos (The Bad Boys of Chaos Series)~

  Imperfect Chaos

  My sister, and her oh-so-perfect life.

  She took everything from me.

  First, our parents, then my best friend.

  You think you know me, but you have no idea…

  Chapter 1

  Nixon

  The slut I’d been training wanted me to go out back with her, and who was I to deny a horny female my dick? She’d been subtly hinting at it for weeks now. I’d tell her to stretch, and she’d purposely turn around and bend over so her ass was practically in my face. It was a nice ass too, thanks to me. Before she walked into my gym, it was a sagging mess. Now, it was tight and perfectly round. I couldn’t wait to see how my hard work paid off.

  Hayley got to her car beside the dumpster in the dark corner of the parking lot and sat on the hood, grabbing me by the neck of my t-shirt. It was after nine, and there weren’t many cars left in the lot. Her lips crushed onto mine, and I pulled her ponytail to show her who was in charge. A whimper muffled against our mouths, and her body went lax as she began to submit to me.

  “You want my cock inside you,” I said, pushing it into her center.

  She went to kiss me again, and I wrapped her hair around my hand, and gave it another tug. I wasn’t here to fucking make out.

  “Don’t you?” I demanded, grabbing her hand, and placing it on my throbbing erection. Her fingers cupped my balls through my shorts, and then moved up stroking my dick.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned, her eyes hooded with desire. All these girls were the same. Pay a little attention to them, and they’d drop to their knees and suck your dick with little to no questions asked.

  I got plenty of blowjobs in this parking lot, but tonight, I needed more of a release, and I knew Hayley was game based on her reputation, and the way she practically undressed me with her eyes.

  I dragged my tongue across her ear, and then let my teeth graze her lobe. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” I reached into her shorts, and with one swipe of my finger across her clit, she was leaking like a goddamn Civ.

  She took in a ragged breath, her body shaking with desperation. “I want you to fuck me, Viper. Right here.”

  Not one to disappoint, I turned her away from me and bent her over the hood of her car. I didn’t want to look at her face anyway. She was getting that look in her eyes that showed me she wanted this to mean something. It didn’t. She was a body and hole for me to stick my dick in. No reason to make it anymore than that.

  Her ass pushed into me, and I ripped her gym shorts down to her ankles. No underwear. She was a fucking slut. I grabbed a handful of the toned flesh, admiring my work, and then I pulled my hand back, and slapped her cheek.

  She screamed out, and I wrapped my hand around her mouth, leaning toward her ear and whispered, “Shh.” With a nod, I let my hand fall from her lips, and slip under the tiny little sports bra she was wearing. I pinched her nipple between my forefingers and as her body arched into me, I shoved my cock into her soaking wet pussy, not giving her a chance to adjust to my size.

  “Oh my God, you’re so big,” she moaned, and her hands splayed out on the car.

  I grabbed her tits and pounded into her, each thrust harder than the last. She whimpered like crazy, and I took hold of her hair again, pulling her back up to me. I didn’t want her slumped over the car like a fucking rag doll. I held her up with one arm, and my other traveled down her side. My finger slid to her clit and I circled it. “You like that?”

  “Oh yes.” She licked her lips and wrapped her hands around my forearm that was holding her up. Her head landed on my shoulder as her body convulsed. Damn, this bitch was easy.

  I slammed into her then, pistoning in and out of her wet pussy over and over when I heard the jingle of keys. I looked up from the round ass I was pounding, and spotted a girl with long brown curly hair coming our way. The girl was wearing a huge t-shirt, and I couldn’t tell if she had huge tits or was just fat. She was completely oblivious as she slipped her gym membership card onto her key ring. As long as we stayed quiet, she would never see us.

  Just then, Hayley let out a moan, and the girl’s attention darted to us. The lights in the parking lot magically turned on at the same time, illuminating the girl. Her grey eyes that were the definition of fuck me eyes widened. Red crept up her cheeks as she took in Hayley’s bare tits beneath my hands and our naked bottom halves. She was frozen in place, her keys dangling from her hand, taking in our little fuck fest. Our eyes met, and I don’t know if I saw interest, embarrassment or disgust, but it didn’t matter, because it only made me want to fuck Hayley harder.

  I winked at the girl, and her mouth dropped open in an O as I plunged in and out of Hayley. It must have unfrozen her because she jumped into her car and took off just as I came.

  Chapter 2

  Nixon

  Pain exploded in my face as my opponent got a blow right to my cheek. A smile tugged at my lips because, while he thought he finally got an in to take me down, he really was only getting me started. I thrived off pain. Took energy from each forming bruise and bloody cut. The harder you hit me, the more power surged through my veins.

  I pushed him off of me, and bounced back on my feet. Surprise lit his eyes, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that came out. This asshole actually thought he was going to beat me? I was undefeated. I even sent Brian ‘Brick’ Johnson to the hospital for fuck sakes. There was no beating me.

  Thoughts of that fight made my mind wander to the fucking shitfest that happened that weekend. Finding my fucking sister fucking my best friend. Anger built, and I used it to my advantage punching my opponent in the jaw. He stumbled back, and I continued to draw strength from my anger.

  My sister and now ex best friend thought I was looking out for my sister’s best interest. Isn’t tha
t cute? Little did they know, I was trying to set her up for failure. Destroy her perfect little life, and prove to my parents once and for all that she deserved to be dropkicked off the fucking pedestal they kept her on. Unfortunately, for me, it backfired. My sister wouldn’t answer my texts, and my parents still thought she was the golden child. Beckham, while once the closest thing to a brother I had, was nothing to me anymore. But fuck her. And fuck him. All I cared about was the fight. In the cage, I always won.

  It was time to claim my victory. He went to kick me, and I grabbed his leg, twisting it behind him and dropping him to the mat with a single leg drop. I tucked my leg inside his and tightened it around his thigh, rendering his bottom half useless. He went to punch me, and I ducked out of the way. He hugged me to him, and my head was stuck in his sweaty chest, but not for long. He was gasping for air, and I wasn’t even breathing heavy. I pushed up, and took a swing at him, knocking him dead in the eyebrow.

  Blood spewed from the nice cut I managed, and dripped into his eye. The ref came close as I mounted him, landing blow after blow. He put his hands up in defense, blocking most of my hits, but I couldn’t defuse the anger inside of me, and this guy was now my punching bag.

  I finally got one good one in, and his head fell back. The ref came in, and pulled me off of him. I threw my arms up and listened to the crowd scream their praise. This was the ultimate high. Who needed family when I had this?

  ***

  The next morning, I headed into work. I had a new client, and liked to get there a little early to get a workout in first. Randy was at the front desk, and he looked up from checking his reflection in the picture frame that held the martial arts team champion photo, as I gave him a nod. “Heard you won last night,” he called out, and I stopped, turning to give him a fist bump.

  “Guy didn’t have a chance in hell,” I said with a cocky grin.