Page 22 of The Monster I Am
Growling quietly, I push myself up from the ground, spinning around. Spencer’s eyes darken as I take a step toward her, her body tensing up like she’s getting ready to fight in the cage.
“You’re the pathetic one,” she snaps quietly, words sharp as a knife. “Now kindly fuck off and crawl back into whatever crinkle canyon you emerged from.”
My eyebrows shoot up at her insult. “Any crinkle canyon I delve into is still far more exciting than that whorish cunt you heave around. I suppose that’s why you had to dig your greedy claws into both Rylan and Tai. One just wasn’t enough?”
Spencer’s mouth tightens, and I have only a split second to react to the leg that comes swinging towards my dick. I dodge it, letting her foot hit my thigh before I instinctively act on reflex.
I’m not sure what possesses me to do it, but I shoot forward, jabbing two fingers straight into one of the bandages on her thigh.
I guess in hindsight, I was expecting Spencer to topple over, or at least, stumble away from me. Imagine my surprise when I have to block a flying fist from connecting with my nose. I successfully deflect her punch, but then another comes. And another.
Soon enough, the two of us are in a full-blown sparring match in her living room. Well, I’m calling it a spar to avoid the fact I’m clearly an asshole.
Dammit. I’ll never hear the fucking end of this from Rylan.
Whack.
Spencer’s punch to my jaw has me halting, stunned that she actually managed to get past my blocks. The woman in question just glares at me with intense hatred—clearly disproving my initial observation about her lacking fire.
“Get the hell out of my house,” she demands, chest heaving with ragged breaths. “Get out before I physically throw your ass out and rip your balls off your body.”
I rub my sore jaw from where she managed to clock me before dropping my hand in preparation. “You’re an insufferable and obnoxious bitch.”
To my horror and astonishment, my words have the opposite intended effect. Spencer stills, body relaxing. Only slightly though, as if she knows the initial danger has passed but could return at any second.
“I don’t know whatthisis,” she murmurs. “But I want no part of it.”
Frowning, I run through the thoughts surrounding my growing confusion, attempting to pinpoint which direction this is heading. This is not typical Bexley Spencer behavior. She would never suddenly back down from a fight, or evenrelaxif she felt she was in the presence of potential danger.
Which means shedoesn’tsee me as dangerous—and that pisses me off.
I just want to fight. And she’s the only one who can give me what I need. But she’s backing down, and that’s pissing me off. So, I try another tactic, desperate to push any and every button I can to make her snap.
“Why are you even home?” I ask with forced scoff. “Shouldn’t you be at ameeting?”
Spencer raises an eyebrow, still too calm for my liking. “Rylan and Tai postponed it. Apparently, you weresick.”
Great. Now I’m mad at them for telling her my private business. Even if it was a big, fat lie.
“Perfect opportunity for you to be alone with them. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You could have worked your magic some more to exclude me and be dicked down.”
Shit. That came out wrong.
She cocks an eyebrow, clearly catching the words as well. “Regardless of what you think of me, Lannister, my life does not revolve around your friends or their dicks—though they are a nice bonus. Like I told you when you were sokindlyhandcuffing me to that damn table, your issue is with them. I have no desire to come between any of you.”
“But you’ll happily be between them.”
A silence falls between us, and part of me waits for Spencer to lunge at me again. Instead, she turns her back, walking toward the door. Opening it, she glances over at me. “Out. Now.”
“No,” I say firmly. At this rate, there’s going to be a Hunter Lannister-sized hole in her background soon. And I can’t deny I’m torn up about it.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Bracing myself as she marches over, I narrow my eyes, glancing down at her until our chests are practically touching. I wait for her to speak, not entirely sure what my next move will be.
Her voice drops eerily low. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, Lannister. I thought we had reached some mutual understanding that night. But I was wrong. You’re still as horrible as ever. Frankly, I have zero desire to ever be near you again. But for the sake of us getting the hell out of Willowbrook, I’m willing to put up with you in a bare minimum capacity. However, if you think for one damn second I’m going to let you come in here and disrespect me, you are sorely mistaken.”
“Why did you do it?” I ask abruptly. “If you hate me as much as I hate you, why did you push me out the window?”
