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Perfection

Page 63

by R. L. Mathewson

Page 63

 

  "What can I get you?" the bartender asked when he finally came over.

  "All set," Trevor said instead of ordering the apple juice Zoe had asked him to get just to make him to leave the table, because she was angry with him and everyone who wouldn't take a f**king hint and leave him alone or because she was a sneaky little food thief, he didn't know, but right now he also didn't care. They had some things to settle and they were damn well going to settle them now.

  "Why the hell did you just brush me off like that?" Hank demanded, stepping in his path and blocking him from his goal.

  "Because I was busy just like now," he said, moving to step around the man only to find himself blocked again. Why in the hell hadn't he told this douche bag off years ago? He couldn't stand the prick on a good day and today definitely was not a good day.

  "I don't understand your problem," Hank said, shoving his fingers through his overly gelled hair. "Every time I offer to do you a favor by introducing you to some really hot women you blow me off. Maybe instead of acting like an ass**le you could show me some appreciation by stop busting my balls and coming to meet some of these women," he said, raising his voice with every word so that everyone around them could hear, including Zoe.

  He didn't need this ass**le making things more difficult and to be honest, and really when was he not honest with himself? he was sick and tired of dealing with him.

  "My problem is that you can't take a f**king hint. I have no interest in being your wingman. Unlike you, I don't need help to get laid. Now get the f**k out of my way. I have something a hell of a lot more important to do than stand here and deal with your bullshit," he said, shouldering his way past the man as he headed towards Zoe, who looked a little nervous.

  Good.

  He wanted her nervous because that meant she was no longer sure that he was playing around. By the time he was through with her she was going to know exactly how much he loved and adored her. Hell, by the end of the night he fully expected an apology for ever doubting him, accompanied of course with one of her delicious sandwiches otherwise the apology didn't count. Then he would-

  "Maybe if you weren't so busy sniffing around some fat ugly bitch you wouldn't need my help," Hank announced smugly as he gave Trevor's shoulder a good shove.

  The first punch had been automatic and so quick that he hadn't really had much time to think about it. By the fifth punch he wasn't thinking about anything else but killing the bastard.

  "Don't you ever call her that again," he snapped, following the bastard to the floor with a wild punch as he shrugged off several guys trying to pull him off the sobbing man.

  "Stop!" Zoe cried as she latched onto his arm just as he pulled it back to let it go flying again. "Please stop!"

  Somehow he managed to stop, but just barely. Panting heavily, he stood up and took Zoe's trembling hand into his. After one last glare at the man cowering on the floor he pulled Zoe behind him, dropping enough money to cover their tab on their table and headed for the door. He wasn't too surprised when he found Jeff, the manager, waiting for him.

  "You're banned," the man informed him as if he really gave a damn.

  With a curt nod he continued out the door, dragging Zoe with him. He wanted to go back in there and beat the shit out of the man until he passed out and then do it again when the son of a bitch came to.

  "Trevor? Please slow down," Zoe said, sounding out of breath.

  Instead of slowing down he scooped her up in his arms and headed towards his truck at the same clipped pace. There was no way he could slow down right now because if he did he really wasn't sure what he would do at the moment and actually scared him.

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  "Give me the keys, Zoe," Trevor said in a deceptively calm voice, but she wasn't buying it.

  She'd honestly never seen anyone look so livid before in her life and with her big mouth she'd pissed off a lot of people. If she hadn't seen him in action not five minutes ago she would think she was overreacting, but she had seen him and there was no way she was letting him get behind the wheel of a truck while he was acting like this.

  "No," she said, shaking her head firmly as she backed up tightly against the passenger door in the truck's cab. "I'll drive," she offered, hoping that he'd take her up on her offer so that they could go home and calm down.

  "I'm fine, Zoe. Give me my keys," he bit out as he reached over to snag the keys away from her, but before he could grab them she moved her hand behind her back to get them out of his reach.

  "Let me drive so that you can calm down," she said, looking around the almost pitch black parking lot and wishing there was someone around to talk some sense into him.

  "I don't need to calm down, Zoe, I just need my goddamn keys so I can bring you home," he said, moving closer to her and she was half thinking about opening her door and making a run for it so she could call Jason or Jared and have them come deal with him, because honestly she was not in the mood to deal with this tonight.

  "I-" she opened her mouth to let him know that once they got home he was either going to give her the key to her apartment or she was going to break the door down when he cut her off.

  "And when we get home, Zoe, I swear I'm going to spank your ass for all the bullshit you put me through tonight," he said, startling her.

  "What the hell did I do? If anyone here has any right to be mad here it's me," she snapped.

  "No, sweetheart, I believe that would be me," he said, moving until he was close enough to reach behind her and gently yank the keys away from her without hurting her.

  Knowing it was useless to argue anymore, especially since he did seem more in control right now, except for that little muscle throbbing just above his jaw and the tight grip that he had on the steering wheel, she pulled her seatbelt on.

  "Why exactly do you think you're entitled to be pissed at me?" she asked, twisting in her seat to glare at him and silently daring him to say something that would get his shin kicked, hard.

  Had he been ignored all night? Had he had a two-hundred and fifty pound man almost sit on top of him? Was he forced to sit there while man after man came and hit on her? Had he-

  "Because I told you that I'm in love with you, Zoe, and you gave me the brush off," he said, shocking her more than she would have ever thought possible. "Do you have any idea how many women I've said that to?" he asked, not bothering to look at her as he navigated the back roads home.

  "I don't know," she answered quietly.

  "Only you, Zoe. I've never said it to another woman, never had to and do you know how it made me feel when you dismissed me the way you did?" he demanded. "Or how it felt to be rejected after I told you that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you?"

  He didn't give her a chance to speak and that was probably for the best since he'd left her speechless.

  "I love you, Zoe, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I swear if you tell me some bullshit like it's only because of the baby I will pull this truck over and give you the spanking you have coming," he said, making her eyes tear up, not because she actually thought he'd hurt her, he wouldn't, but because he made her feel loved.

 

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