She didn't really say anything after that. She had just leaned her head up against the window and allowed him to drive her wherever he wanted. His place. His home. His private area where he never took any women. She would be the first.
"So..." He said as he parked the car. "You're actually the first woman I bring here."
"You usually go to their place to fuck them?" She asked.
"Yes," he answered truthfully.
"Smart move," she said in an uncaring tone.
He let out a little sigh. She wasn't wrong. He had done it because it was the smart thing to do. All of those women had meant absolutely nothing to him and he didn't need a crazy fan to know where he lived. But her, Maisie, she was allowed to know everything about him if she wanted to.
"Let's get inside," he said.
They both stepped out of the car and he popped open the trunk and grabbed the two bags he had packed for her. She raised her eyebrows, looking at him in wonder. Surely she could recognize those bags.
"Some of your stuff," he answered her unasked question.
"You were in my house?" She asked.
"Your dad gave me a key," he said.
"I need to have a serious talk with him," she said.
"Yes, you do," he said and sighed. "And you're not gonna like it."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.
"Inside first. We'll talk about it later," he said.
He unlocked the door and they both stepped inside. She took a quick look around and then looked at him again.
"This way," he said.
She followed him through the house until he entered the bedroom and dumped her bags down on the floor. She stood in the open doorway, staring at him in disbelief, not wanting to enter the room.
"Oh no, I'm not sleeping in here. Don't you have a guest room or something?" She asked.
"You're sleeping in here," he said.
"Fuck that! I'll take the couch," she said.
She turned around to leave but he grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside. He closed the door behind him and leaned up against it, trapping her inside the bedroom with him.
"You're sleeping in here," he repeated.
"Fuck you!" She growled.
"Come on, let me have it. Get it all out of your system. Once you're done, we can actually sleep," he said.
"You want me to hit you again?" She asked.
"If you must," he answered.
She narrowed her eyes for a bit, trying to figure him out, and then a little twisted smile appeared on her face.
"No, you crave this, don't you? You want me to shout at you and hurt you. You want to feel my rage so that you can feel better about everything you put me through. I'm not playing that game with you," she said.
"Maisie," he said lowly.
"Even trying with my name again. Not working, Dean. I'm not gonna feed your desires and make you feel better. You don't deserve it," she said.
She turned her back against him and started stripping out of her close. All he could do was stand up against the door and watch her as her clothes slowly left her body. She did it on purpose, he knew it, and he was gonna take every little bit of torment she was inflicting on him right in that moment. When she was just in her panties and top, she crawled under the duvet, ready to go to sleep with her back against him.
He took a deep breath, trying to make his dick go back down. Even though she had basically ignored him, she had still played him good as she had let him watch her undress and his dick responded to her. How could it not? It always had. He quickly stripped out of his clothes as well until he was only in his boxers and then he crawled under the duvet as well.
He didn't care if she would want it or not, if she would fight him or not, but he crawled close to her and wrapped his arm around her. He just wanted to hold her. He needed to hold her. She didn't push him away but she didn't respond either. She just lied there, cold and hard, waiting for his next move.
"Why do you want me?" He suddenly asked.
"I don't," she answered.
"Cut the crap, fangirl. That night you came to my room, you told me, and I couldn't figure out why on earth you would ever want any part of me after everything I've done," he said.
She let out a little sigh and tried to find the right words.
"You didn't care," she finally said.
"But I did. I do," he said.
"No, you didn't care about who I was or who my dad was or what I had done. You just threw everything in my face and forced me to finally step up and start dealing with my demons, and as hard as it is, I actually liked that," she said.
He rolled her over on her back and leaned over her so he could look at her. His hand moved up to gently stroke her cheek, pushing away some hair so he could see all of her face.
"I won't be another demon," he said.
"Maybe, maybe not," she said.
"No, I won't be!" He raised his voice a bit. "I'm no fucking angel either and I'm most definately not anyone's saviour but I refuse to be another demon in your life."
"Then what are you?" She asked.
"You need to call your dad," he said.
"What the fuck?" She blurted out.
"Call him and tell him what happened two years ago," he said.
"No fucking way!" She said angrily.
"Call him. I'll be right here," he said as he yanked her up to sit. "And then I'll tell you a secret I've been holding in for some time now."
He got out of bed and found her jeans on the floor. He found her phone in one of the pockets and got back to bed and handed it to her.
"I'll be right here," he said.
"But I don't wanna," she whimpered.
"I know but you have to. He has to know," he said.
"He's gonna kill Randy," she said.
"Hopefully," he said.
She found her dad's number in her contacts and the tears started falling before she had even put the phone up to her ear. He moved behind her, one of his hands rubbing her back soothingly while she waited for her dad to answer.
"Dad," she cried out as it was picked up in the other end.
He sat behind her through the entire phonecall, just rubbing her back but staying out of the conversation. It wasn't any easier to hear the story the second time around but this time he was gonna contain his anger and not run out on her. She needed him and he would be there for her.
When she finally hung up, he quickly wrapped his arms around her and maneuvered both of them back down on the bed so they were facing each other. She was still crying and he reached up to wipe her tears away.
"You did good, fangirl," he said and smiled.
"I can't believe you made me do that," she said.
"You wanna know my secret now?" He asked.
She looked at him and nodded through her tears.
"I'm falling for you," he said. "I'm falling for you so hard and it fucking scares me."
"Why?" She asked.
"Because I've never felt anything for anybody before and I never thought I actually would and then you came along and took away my breath," he said.
"I don't know about that. I've heard you scream at me plenty of times," she said and a little smile shone through her tears.
He let out a little chuckle and pulled her closer.
"Come here," he said and gave her a quick kiss. "Sleep now. Tomorrow we'll talk some more."