HATE ME: a bad boy romance novel

by Jaxson Kidman

  “Her neighbor gave her a ride,” Mom said.

  “Well that’s a nice neighbor,” Dad said. “Where is she?”

  “No she,” Mom said. “It’s a guy. A really tall, muscular guy.”

  “Oh?” Dad asked.

  “Stop this,” I said, feeling my cheeks turning red.

  “A guy. A neighbor.” Dad nodded.

  “He’s quite the sight,” Mom said.

  “This is insane,” I said.

  “Better than that pencil arm punk you used to bring around.”

  “Davis?” I asked.

  Dad waved a hand. “What a tool.”

  “Did you just call someone a tool?” I asked.

  “He’s hip and cool now,” Mom said. “They hired some new workers. So your father picks up on all the phrases now.”

  “Wait… you didn’t like Davis?” I asked.

  “No. He was a bum.”

  “But you all got along.”

  “His mother made a hell of a bean dip,” Dad said.

  “So you pawned me off for bean dip?” I asked.

  “It was that good,” Dad said.

  “Hank!” Mom yelled. “Violet, why does that matter? You and Davis aren’t together. That was high school love. Tell me about your neighbor.”

  “Oh, this is not happening right now.”

  “Where is this man now?” Dad asked.

  “Getting Violet a coffee,” Mom said.

  “I’m standing right here.”

  “She said she’ll text him the room number,” Mom said.

  “You better get to it,” Dad said. “I want to meet him. Right now.”

  “Dad…”

  “What? I want to thank him for helping my daughter. Let me just get out of this bed and do some pushups so I look strong.”

  “Oh, Hank, you could do a thousand pushups for a year straight and not have the muscles this guy does,” Mom said.

  My jaw dropped again. My face was on fire.

  If I was going to suffer, I wasn’t going to suffer alone.

  I took out my phone and sent a text message to Mason.

  Time to meet the parents…

  25

  Princess Bed

  (Mason)

  Violet met me outside the hospital room. I gave her the coffee and she looked flustered as hell.

  “Everything okay?” I asked.

  “They think… I… it doesn’t matter. Um… you don’t have to do this.”

  “Violet, I’m not worried. I’m not out to impress them. They could hate me. I’d prefer it.”

  “Please don’t do anything to make them hate you.”

  “Like tell them I popped your cherry?”

  Her mouth fell open and a groan came out. She was so damn beautiful. Making my stomach turn and my heart twist. It was getting a little too dangerous for me.

  I reached up and touched her chin. “Seriously, is he okay?”

  “Yeah. Just his wrist.”

  I nodded and moved by her, opening the door. I took to the room like I owned it. No place for showing fear or care. It was how I tackled life.

  I smiled at Violet’s mother. “Nice to see you again, ma’am.”

  “Barb,” she said. “You can call me Barb.”

  “And you’re the hero,” her father said from the hospital bed. I saw a mix of both Violet’s parents in her.

  “Hardly that,” I said. “Just helping a neighbor.”

  “Hey, what’s wrong with her car?”

  “Not sure. Haven’t had a chance to look at it.”

  “You own a shop?”

  “Motorcycles. Custom shop. But I can work on cars.”

  “Good business,” her father said. “I used to ride a motorcycle.”

  “You never rode a motorcycle,” Barb said.

  “Yes I did. Before I met you.”

  “We met right after high school.”

  “And in high school I had a motorcycle,” Violet’s father said.

  “Pedal tricycle,” Barb said.

  I laughed. I looked back at Violet. For a quick second I was jealous. Violet got to see these moments between her parents. I’d never get that.

  “I’m Hank,” her father said, putting out his hand without the cast.

  I shook it. “Mason.”

  “Mason,” her father said.

  “What’d you do to your wrist?” I asked.

  “Fought a bear,” Hank said.

  “Oh, jeez,” Violet said. “He fell off a ladder.”

  “While fighting a bear,” Hank said.

  “I think you’ve had too many painkillers,” Barb said.

  “You taking good care of my daughter, Mason?” Hank asked.

  Violet groaned and buried her hands into her face.

  “Yes, sir,” I said. “She’s a good neighbor. She lives in a good neighborhood too. I don’t think she’ll be there long, though.”

  “Why not?” Hank asked me.

  I glanced back at Violet again. “Because when her business takes off she’ll be buying a mansion.”

  “Start with a new car,” Hank said.

  “That, too,” I said.

  “You look damn strong, son,” Hank said to me. “How much can you bench press?”

  “Dad!” Violet yelled.

  “I can put up a lot of weight,” I said.

  “You don’t even know what a bench press is,” Barb said.

  I started to laugh.

  Hank waved a hand. “I can lift.”

  “You have one wrist,” Violet said.

  I kept laughing.

  Something got into me. It was hard to explain.

  But I looked around the hospital room and realized what it was. Even in the midst of a situation that was a little scary and could have been much worse… I finally had it.

  Family.

  I was witnessing a true family.

  Something that was ripped away from me a long time ago.

  It hurt inside, but I just kept laughing.

  Barb and Hank took loving jabs at each other. Violet’s face turned eight shades of red. I slipped away from the hospital bed and grabbed at her hand. I hid it behind my back so her parents didn’t see.

  I squeezed her hand.

  I’m here, babe. This is new to me. I’m not sure what’s going to happen next.

  I pointed to the first picture I saw on the wall. “That’s you?”

  “No,” Violet said, lying through her teeth.

  I looked at the picture of a young girl in a weird dress with weird hair. A big smile, glasses, with one leg up on a chair. One of those terrible, awkward 90’s kids pictures.

  “That’s definitely you,” I said.

  “Don’t look at any pictures.”

  “They kept these up, huh?”

  “Only child,” Violet said.

  I looked around and there was an array of pictures of Violet throughout the years. She was a cute kid. Weird looking when she got older, but by the time she was a teenager, she started to blossom. That teenager became the woman I was with right then.

  Another picture caught my eye.

  Her standing in a black and red dress. Her hair done perfectly. Makeup everywhere. A giant flower on her wrist. The backdrop was blue with white stars. I could see the angle of the picture was off a little. I lifted the picture frame and smiled as I stared into the eyes of young Violet.

  “Is this prom?” I asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “And your date…”

  “The picture is folded,” she said.

  So that explained why the one edge was a little uneven.

  I looked at her. “Davis?”

  “Of course,” she said. “He was my only…”

  “Got it,” I said. “You were really pretty.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I would have taken you out.”

  “You would have broken my heart.”

  “Definitely.”

  “Who did you go to your prom with?” Violet asked me.
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br />   “I didn’t go to prom, Violet. Not my thing.”

  “How… why…”

  “Me and school didn’t get along. I didn’t learn how to work on cars and motorcycles by accident.” I put the picture frame down. “I was sent away.”

  “Sent away?”

  “It was either military school or technical school. Something to kick my ass. I preferred cars, trucks, and rides over the military.”

  “So you didn’t graduate…”

  “I did,” I said. “Just my own way. That’s how I live, Violet. My way. You don’t like, oh fucking well. That’s enough about me for one night. We should get some sleep. So you can see your father tomorrow when he gets out.”

  “You could go back,” Violet said. “I could figure out a ride. You don’t need…”

  “I’m here,” I said.

  We then just stood there. Violet moved toward me. My hands were like fucking magnets to her hips, unable to resist the insane attraction. I grabbed her and she touched my face.

  “I don’t know if I hate you as much as I did before,” she whispered.

  “I’ll fix that,” I said.

  “You want to come up to my room?”

  “Your old bedroom? In your princess bed?”

  “You’d be the first,” she said with a sly grin that made my cock fill and slither down my leg.

  “I was going to sleep on the couch.”

  “Since when do you have respect for anyone’s wishes?”

  I moved a hand to her back. “True. I’m going to fuck you in your bed, Violet. Everything innocent about that room is about to be destroyed.”

  I picked her up and she let out a playful scream. I turned her and put her on the buffet. The picture of her prom picture fell to the side and then face down.

  It was for the better.

  Young innocent Violet in the picture didn’t need to see what I was going to do to the woman in my arms.

  The last piece of clothing was taken off Violet’s perfect body and I stood there in the memory of her life before me. Before choosing that apartment that put her as my neighbor. Before I bumped into her, sending a box of panties (and a vibrator) scattering to the floor of the hallway.

  I never did the memory bullshit game, but Violet seemed to be breaking and changing all my normal rules.

  I ran my hands up her body, cupping her breasts. My fingers cut left to right across her nipples, feeling them stiffening with my touch. I then moved my right hand up and my left hand down. As I cupped her face, I slid my fingers between her legs. I felt her soft skin, that lingering innocence, the wetness of her slit. I dug two fingers into her, twisting, watching pleasure spread across her face. My cock stood ten feet tall between us, the bottom of my shaft resting against her stomach, the top resting against mine. Gently, I thrust my body, feeling my cock between our bodies.

  “Shit, Mason,” Violet groaned. “I’ve never come close… in here…”

  “Enough talking,” I whispered. “I only want to hear your voice scream my name, babe. Got it?”

  The orders were given and received. They were also accepted as Violet nodded her head.

  I took my fingers out of her tight cunt and spread her wetness all along her mound and around to her ass. I pressed my body forward and made her stumble back until she hit the bed. She fell with a gasp and grabbed at the sheets. I stood before her like some kind of monster, but what she feared as lust I feared as something like romance.

  This wasn’t supposed to be happening.

  Driving her all the way up here. Meeting her fucking mother and father. Laughing with them. Bringing her to her house. Asking her questions about her past. Telling her that I was a piece of shit delinquent who should have been in jail for a long time. In fact, there was only one person who stuck up for me…

  Enough.

  I lowered myself to the bed, placed my cock to her ready pussy, and thrust like we only had two seconds to fuck.

  Violet’s back arched and she let out a long cry that echoed through the room and probably through the house. It was a good thing we were alone. I was being far too rough and I knew it. But her tits looked delicious pushed out so far. The sight of her neck made my mouth water as though I were a vampire. I grabbed her waist and pulled back, fucking forward with more force. I couldn’t stop myself. I slowly pounded at her, the bed scratching against the hard floor, moving inch by inch. I gritted my teeth, my cock throbbing, her cunt squeezing against me. Whether she was looking for release or relief I didn’t know, but I kept fucking until something washed over me.

  I pulled out of her and stood there. My legs were shaking, my balls tightened in a fierce knot, waiting for the explosion of cum all over her.

  Violet looked at me. “Mason…”

  “I’m being too rough,” I whispered.

  “No,” she said. “Go. Right now. No.”

  Before I could move Violet grabbed the head of my slippery cock with her hand. She pulled at me, wanting it.

  I curled my lip.

  Who the fuck was this woman to do this?

  I let her guide me to her pussy again. I went slow, her fingers spreading, feeling every inch of me as I sank back inside her. I held there, lowering my body down to hers. Crushing her with my weight, but showing her I could protect her. I bucked my hips, pounding deeper. Going deeper than any fantasy she could have imagined.

  She gasped, bit her bottom lip, a look in her eyes that would forever stain my memory.

  “Fuck,” she whispered.

  I tasted her breath.

  I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I had to kiss her.

  My mouth touched hers and she groaned, her body reaching climax.

  I started to fuck her again, taking her through her first orgasm. I skipped her lips, but I still needed to taste her. I moved down, taking turns savoring her breasts. Her creamy skin was sweet. Her nipples were rough yet tender buds, perfect for my teeth, my tongue jealous, demanding its own time with them, which I gladly gave.

  Her nails clung to the back of my shoulders. My name flowed from her mouth with ease and beauty.

  Then she went from calling my name to asking my name.

  I kissed up her chest to her neck. I went to her ear.

  “What, babe?”

  “You. I need you… kiss me… kiss me while you come in me.”

  It was a risky move. But I was already moving. I tasted her mouth, her eager tongue, and my cock was done for. I stiffened, throbbed, and got my last few thrusts in before I started to come. I held deeper inside her body, but lifted my hip away from her. My hands gripped the sheets on her bed as I looked down and allowed her to work me with her pussy.

  Again, a move I didn’t approve of. But I couldn't stand it. I couldn’t fight my heart any longer.

  I kissed her again as she rocked her hips, pulling and pushing her sweet slit against my spilling cock, devouring every last drop of my cum.

  I then pushed back inside her and lowered down.

  We remained there, kissing, turning it into a make out session. I hadn’t made out with someone like that since…

  I broke the kiss.

  Violet touched my face. “Sleep with me tonight.”

  “I just did.”

  “You know what I mean, Mason. Hold me. In my bed. I’ve waited so long for it. Please.”

  I put my nose to hers. I gritted my teeth. I was desperate to summon up anger. But there was none.

  Violet had taken my anger.

  She replaced it with something that really felt like love.

  26

  What’s Under the Hood?

  (Violet)

  He made breakfast, waking me to the smell of coffee and bacon. I shuffled my way through the hall in the morning, looking at all the pictures my parents had hung up on the wall. Most of them were totally embarrassing, but it was their way of showing love. I reached up and touched some of the pictures, like the memories would suddenly come alive.

  Downstairs, Mason had two p
lates on the island in the kitchen.

  We wished each other good morning but we did not kiss.

  I didn’t like that part of the morning.

  Before I could muster up the nerve to say something, my phone rang.

  It was Mom.

  Dad had a good night at the hospital and would be released sometime that morning. I told her I was going to make something to eat. She made a cheap joke about me cooking, said something to Dad, and he yelled an even cheaper joke at the phone.

  “How’s everyone?” Mason asked when I ended the call.

  “Good,” I said. “He’s coming home. Which is good. He would drive everyone insane being in the hospital.”

  Mason crunched on a piece of bacon. After swallowing it, he asked, “They’ve been together a long time?”

  “As long as I can remember.”

  “That’s really special to see.”

  “Yeah, I guess it is. I sort of took that for granted, you know? To me, they’re just Mom and Dad. Always together. It’s just the way it is.”

  “That’s good,” Mason said.

  “Hey, want to know something?”

  “Of course.”

  “Dad never really liked Davis,” I said. “But I think he likes you.”

  Mason grinned. “I don’t think that really matters, do you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I didn’t come here to impress anyone,” Mason said. “You know that, right?”

  “Yeah. I know that.”

  I stood up and grabbed my plate. I waited for Mason to take it out of my hand and clean up, but he didn’t. He just stood there. I walked all the way around the island and opened the cabinet where the trash was. I cleaned my plate. Then I rinsed it in the sink. Then I opened the dishwasher and loaded it.

  I bumped into Mason a few times. He didn’t stir. Not even a hint at movement.

  I finally slammed the dishwasher shut and looked out the window above the sink.

  “You’re pissed at me,” Mason said.

  “I’m confused at you.”

  “I’m trying to make sure nothing is confused here,” he said. “I’m being as straight as an arrow. You keep fucking up that path.”

  I turned and looked at his back. Damn, his back was wide and strong, even with a t-shirt on, you could see the muscles trying to push through.