The Dumbf*ck - Part Two of The DumbFuck Series: A Billionaire Bad Boy Humorous New Adult Romance (The DumbF*ck Part Two Book 2)

by Marie Stanley

  “No!” It came out as a shout, not how he wanted to handle this, it would only push her further away. Struggling to calm himself, he continued,

  “I am not going to stand here and watch you fucking run away again. You owe me..us, more than that. Will you just fucking trust me? Just give me the benefit of the doubt for five goddamn minutes. Do you really think I would do that? Do you? Let me tell you the truth, dammit.”

  With a jerk, she pulled away from his grasp, stepping back from him. Her face flushed with anger, her eyes blazed with heat, right now he would take the anger over the emptiness.

  “The truth? I know the truth. You want to marry your perfect blue blood heiress, have your perfect family, with your perfect blue blood kid. Me, you just want to fuck,” she yelled back.

  “That is not fucking true. Is it possible for you to be rational for five fucking minutes and fucking listen!” Walker shouted, his patience was gone, his hands scrubbed over his face as he searched for some way to get through to her.

  His loss of control was fascinating to Waverly. She had seen him angry before, but always in a controlled manner. He had snapped at her occasionally but only when she had really pushed his buttons. Walker felt that raising his voice at anything other than a Bulls or Cubs game was beneath him. Why this level of anger from him, he was getting Cece, the woman he wanted. Was he this angry just because he wasn’t going to be able to have sex with her anymore?

  “You’re shouting at me. Do you shout at her?” She taunted, wanting to find a way to hurt him as much as his betrayal hurt her.

  Staring wide eyed like a predator, the anger rolled off of him. He kicked the door closed behind him trapping her in with him and she moved a step back intimidated.

  “You came here, to my office, to dump me? Without even hearing me out?”

  “What do I need to hear? I saw the text from her. From her – the woman who’s having your baby!” Waverly exploded, stepping up toe to toe then leaning into him.

  “Jesus Christ, Waverly, you just automatically believed that I fucked her, that it’s my baby? What can I do to convince you that it’s not mine, that I don’t want her?”

  He shouted again, his eyebrows raised.

  “Nothing! You lied to me! All of your ‘Oh Waverly, you’re mine’ it was all bullshit. Do you say the same thing to her when you’re fucking her? When you made your love child? Why did she get to know about me, but I didn’t get to know about her.? You’re starting your crappy blue blood fucking around marriage before you’re even married.”

  “I have never lied to you,” he roared.

  This was not what she came here for, she had wanted to come to him strong, show him that he hadn’t destroyed her, again, that she would walk away unhurt.

  “I’ll never believe you. Just go be with her!? You obviously can’t stay away from each other. She was right, she said that you would go back to her and you did. Marry her and have your sick little family,” she snarled at him.

  “I want you not her. I have never fucked her. It’s not my baby,” he ground out this jaw clenched tightly as he stepped toward her.

  She took a step back, holding out her hand to ward him off.

  “You want me? You mean you want to fuck me! Guess what? I don’t want you, and I’m done being your low rent fuck toy,” she shrieked at him.

  “Waverly stop! We both know that it’s been a lot more than sex between us for a long time now.”

  “I don’t think so. We were just friends with benefits, fuckbuddies-,”

  “Enough.”

  Walker shouted, punching the wall next to him, rattling the artwork on the wall. One of the large framed watercolors that she had helped him pick out for his office fell, shattered glass flying. Walker stared at her his eyes blazing, ignoring the piece of glass had flown up and cut him below his lip, a tiny bead of blood there.

  “It was and is a lot more than that,” he snarled at her.

  She caught her breath and looked away from him.

  “Whatever we were, or weren’t...it’s over,” she whispered, then moved to slip around him to the door.

  “This is your abandonment issues? You’re the one who has class issues not me,” he accused, stepping around and in front of her blocking her escape again.

  “You did this to us, not me,” she whispered.

  Rage washed over his face.

  “I didn’t do anything to us. You just need to listen to me?” Walker tried again, in his rough, soft voice, working to not shout at her again.

  Waverly looked down, a tear fell. Walker reached out with one hand to her face and cupped her jaw, tipping it up so he could see her face again. She looked up at him and it killed him to see the tears. They stared at each other. His eyes searched hers, looking for forgiveness, understanding...anything that he could work with to get through to her. He saw nothing there.

  “You are mine,” he whispered.

  She choked on a breath.

  “No.”

  He pulled his hand away as if she had burned him and stepped back from her. She took a hesitant step forward to leave and he moved aside to let her pass. He just stood there, his hands on his hips just watching her go.

  “When you’re ready to hear the truth Hippie Girl, let me know,” Walker called as she stepped through his doorway, and then turned back to his desk.

  CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

  “Way, call him, text him, whatever, just go and talk to him. You two can fix this,” Benn encouraged her, his eyes watching her closely to monitor the rate of tears falling and handing her another tissue.

  “No Benn. It’s really over. He wants her. I have to move on, besides I said things that can’t be taken back.”

  He snorted and shook his head at her.

  “Well you could make the Pope drop the F -when you’re on a roll,” Benn said with a gentle smile.

  “Way, he knows that you were angry and upset, hell, he was frustrated and upset, but he would understand. He just wants you back.”

  “I’m sad and hurt Benn. I don’t really care how he’s feeling. He cheated on me, used me, fucked another woman and got her pregnant, remember,” she snapped.

  “He feels like shit,” Benn continued, “The guy wouldn’t stop texting me that first night. Way, the guy really cares about you - he’s gotta really be hurting right now”

  She glared at him.

  “What the fuck, Benn? Is this some fucked up bro code thing? You’re worried that I hurt him? Did he have to see my picture in the paper, announcing that I was engaged to someone else? Did he have to see my picture in the paper saying that I fucked someone else and was having his baby? No! No! No! So fuck his feelings!”

  “Whoa, stand down Killer. I’m on your side, always. Just sayin’ it’s pretty clear to everyone the guy is crazy in love with you, so he’s gotta be hurting right now. That’s all.”

  “You’re wrong Benn, He’s not in love with me, I was just sex for him. I’m not the long term, show her off in the press, kind of girl to him, his baby momma is. It’s funny though seeing all the press about this for a man who goes out of his way to avoid it,” she sighed, tilting her head back to look at him.

  Benn, wearing lounge pants and a faded Batman tee shirt from college was slumped on the couch next to her. With his goofy glasses on and his hair a sleep-rumpled mess, he looked like a handsome nerd. She smiled at him fondly and yanked part of a knitted blanket away from him to pull over her legs. It was the blanket she had knitted and given to him the first Christmas that they had worked together at Steve’s, although it was threadbare and worn now, it held a place of honor in Benn’s living room. They had spent many nights together under it, watching movies, crashing after a night on the town, consoling each other after a company loss. Waverly sniffed it, inhaling deeply, it smelled like Benn, like home.

  “I know you both agreed to that in the beginning, but then he wanted more and so did you. At least admit to me, that it’s been more than friends with benefits for a long time, W
ay,” Benn prodded.

  She frowned.

  “That is what he said, but Walker has been removed from his feelings for so long, maybe he just can’t do them. My God, look at his parents, maybe they have fucked him up beyond repair.

  I don’t know I hate to bring this up Way, but look at your parents, they were the worst but they didn’t fuck you up beyond repair?

  Benn, did he tell you where he went in the morning - did he go to her?”

  Walker had probably told him, whether it was the truth or not she might never know.

  “Way, do you ever wonder about Adam?” Benn asked quietly, spinning the craft brew bottle in his hand.

  “Ever Google him, wonder why we never heard anything about him again? He was a pretty balls to the wall kind of guy and then...nothing?”

  “Adam. No. Why? Oh God, was this some bizarre, fucked up plan the two of them cooked up together?”

  “Jesus, this is a breakup Way, not a government conspiracy,” he chuckled admonishing her. “He’s selling cars at a Lexus dealership in Wisconsin.”

  Waverly’s eyebrows went up in surprise and she smiled for the first time in days.

  “Really? That’s some really awesome karma.”

  “He’s in Wisconsin, because shortly after Adam fired you, Walker bought his company, had all of the employees placed in other jobs around the city and disbanded the company. A man without feelings wouldn’t do something like that.”

  “Oh my God,”

  All of this time she believed that Walker had walked away without once looking back, or having second thoughts about his behavior - or her.

  “Walker intentionally ruined Adam’s reputation as a business owner, he couldn’t get financing anywhere to start a new agency. He had him blackballed from every creative job he tried to get, stupid prick couldn’t even get a job as a janitor in an agency.”

  Benn’s voice was gentle, but there was also some pride and even awe in his voice for the lengths that Walker had gone to - for her.

  “He destroyed the guy’s life, Way...because of what he did to you.”

  “He...he never told me. Why didn’t he ever tell me?”

  “Well I’m not his ‘sex toy’ like you are, so I don’t know him as well as you do, but he’s a private guy, right? Keeps his shit locked down. Hates any kind of press about himself, right? And, we’re men Way, we don’t feel the need to regurgitate every thought we have like you girls do.”

  Benn answered sarcastically, looking at her with disappointment in his eyes.

  “If we do make a mistake we sure as fuck don’t admit it and we don’t run around questioning every one of our friends to get their take on how we should handle it. We just keep it locked down until we’ve figured out our game plan, figured out how to resolve it. Especially if our mistake hurt someone we love.”

  “You keep saying he loves me Benn, but he’s never said it to me. And, and if he does then why was he fucking Cece?” Waverly accused.

  “Did you ever tell Walker what she said to you in the restroom, when you met his parents for dinner? No? The time wasn’t right, he wouldn’t believe you, you didn’t want to make him mad? Any of those sound familiar? You trust me Way, and I’m telling you. He never fucked Cece. That. Is. Not. His. Baby.”

  “I do trust you Benn, but I just don’t...even if he didn’t...the things I said to him... You know Benn, you’re going to make a really good father one day.”

  Waverly smiled at him as she scooted closer and hugged him to her.

  “I should, I’ve practically raised you, you crazy bitch,” he answered with a smug smile, crushing her to him.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  Walker was holed up at his farm house, the absence of Waverly in his life left him with a lot of time to kill. Currently, he was accomplishing that by sanding the same square foot of wood on the side of his boat for the last hour Trying to keep his mind off of the disaster that life had become he focused as intently as he could on anything he could find to occupy himself hoping to help keep his mind off of Waverly.

  The night before, around midnight he had been wandering, drunkenly through the main house looking for something, anything to do, opening a closet, and found a vacuum. Walker had never vacuumed before in his life but if it got his mind off of Waverly for a while he would try it. The lines were a lot more uneven than his housekeepers, he noticed, but by morning every carpet and area rug in the house was immaculate.

  Steve, in his ancient Ford Taurus,had driven out to see him, having received word from Anne that he and Waverly were having “relationship problems.” Ha, that was a gentle euphemism for this shit storm.

  Upon entering the barn Steve had handed him a bottle of Jameson’s when Walker had raised his eyes at the choice, Steve responded, “I’m not rich like you. Just drink it, Son,”

  Walker secretly liked it when Steve called him Son. Pulling a couple of cheap coffee mugs out of a cabinet they both got to work on putting a dent in the bottle. While Walker continued working on the boat Steve sat on an old stool. For quite a while the only sound other than silence was the scratching of sandpaper on wood.

  “Is it yours?”

  “Fuck no Steve, It’s not mine. You know me better than that.”

  “Sorry Son, had to ask straight out or Anneee would have my hide.”

  Walker stopped sanding to take another drink, hesitated then asked, “Steve, is something going on between you and Anne?”

  He resumed his sanding, not sure he really wanted to know the answer.

  “Yup. She’s a fine woman. Bit of a wildcat too, if you know what I mean,” Steve answered, waggling his bushy eyebrows in a slightly creepy way.

  Walker stopped mid sanding stroke, choking on his drink. The fuck? Did Steve just elude to Anne being great in bed? Walker was mildly horrified. How was he supposed to respond to that?

  “Well, I’m happy for you old man. Just be sure to wrap it up. Remember, no glove, no love,” Walker kidded him, “And, don’t ever mention sex with Anne in my presence again, she’s like my mother, you old fuck.”

  Steve chuckled. They both took another drink.

  “Known you a long time Walker, you’re like the son I’ve always wanted. May not be my place to say this since I didn’t raise you from a little one, but I’m pretty damn proud of the man you are.”

  “Thanks, Steve.”

  Walker was humbled and honored, he thought the world of Steve as a friend and as a man.

  “Never seen you happier than you were with Waverly. Had a strong feeling a few years back when you two first met and had your little one-night office get together, that you two would be a damn fine match.”

  “No shit? You knew about that? I’m surprised you didn’t beat the shit out of me?”

  “Creative circle is small no matter how big the city and gossip does get around. I may be old now, but I still remember what it was like. Girl like that gives you the time of day, it makes your head spin a bit, right? Brain goes right to your dick.”

  Steve paused to take a drink then continued.

  “Pretty girl, sweet and giving, a little bit lost, raised the way she was. Handsome guy, mean and alone, a little bit lost, raised the way you were. Put the two of you in a room together and it was only a matter of time.”

  Walker was shocked, all these years Steve had known them both and never let on that he knew what had happened between them. He wondered if that was part of the reason that he had given Waverly a job, to make up for Walker’s part in her firing.

  “I know you’re crazy in love with this girl Walker. Anne knows you’re crazy in love with this girl. Do you know it yet?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  “No, not so good, Steve”

  ‘You do know she calls you ‘Dumbfuck Asshole’?”

  “I’m aware,” Walker answered dryly, never thinking that he would miss being called that by her - but he did.

  “You going to go get her back?” Steve asked refilling his glass b
ut with water this time.

  “She doesn’t want me,” Walker raised his voice in frustration.

  “Dumbfuck Asshole,” Steve muttered.

  “Hard to win an argument, when the other person won’t listen to you, and I can’t tie her to a chair and force her to. I’d like to but, you know her...,”

  “You want her?”

  “Yes, you old geezer. I want her.”

  “Let’s say you’re in a business meeting and you want something, but you see that very thing being taken away from you. Do you walk away like a pussy, or do you fight for it? Or you’re trying to make a deal and someone is doing some shady shit to fuck up that deal. You going to fight back dirty to win or just let ‘em take the deal right out from under you? Get your ass out there and fight like hell for that girl Walker, ‘cause she loves you and she needs you, and, you sure as fuck, love and need her. You get me?”

  “I get you old man, I get you,” Walker answered.

  “I’m heading back to the city, I got a hot date with Anne. Now give me that bottle, Son.”

  “You’re taking the bottle with you? I thought you brought that for me?”

  “You’re a filthy, rich CEO, ya candy ass, buy your own liquor.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

  Waverly was on hiatus - from the world. Other than going to work, then straight home, she spent most of her time alone. It was quiet, and peaceful and lonely.

  Nothing she did kept her from thinking about Walker. This very busy day consisted of moving from her bed to the sofa and maybe later back to her bed. Then looking at pictures of puppies on her laptop. Maybe a puppy was what she needed, something warm and furry, it would love her...and never cheat on her either.

  Turning towards the window she realized it was already late morning and she hadn’t set foot outside the entire day. She noticed Walker’s wrist watch still sitting on her nightstand. He loved that watch, when she had commented on it, he had indulgently explained that it was a Hublot Big Bang Chronograph. Waverly didn’t care what it was, she just loved the way it looked on him, she explained that she had a thing for his wrists and strong forearms, with or without the watch. Walker had been quick to show her exactly how strong his forearms were, pummeling into her while holding her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist while they had wall sex. When they finished, her legs had been so wobbly that those same strong forearms had carried her to the sofa.