He sat up, staring at me with a nonchalant look as I set my purse down on the counter, and glared at him.
"I asked you a question, Edward. Answer me." I seethe.
He rolls his eyes, "Haven't you realized it yet? Come on, Bunny. You are a very smart woman; think about everything we've spoken about… I know you'll figure it out." He tells me.
I roll my eyes at him, "I'm not in the mood for these games. I have to start packing and go to sleep for the trip tomorrow." I responded, shortly.
His eyes flash with an unfathomable emotion, before he nods and stands up. "Let me jog your memory then." He says as he walks up to me and backs me into the wall. "Remember that talk we had— the one about us and what we wanted… You know… I know you do… but here's a clue… communication?" He tells me.
I roll my eyes at him in response, "Yeah, I also recall honesty being mentioned somewhere in there." I replied, sharply.
His eyes gleam again, even in the darkness of the room, I can see the anger in those mesmerizing green eyes. The sight makes me swallow thickly, "Yes, and I recall you promising that you wouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly." He replies in the same tone.
"That went out the window the moment you decided to lie and keep things from me, so if you are done doing whatever this is… I have to pack." I told him.
He frowns in response, but remains standing in front of me nonetheless.
I debated whether or not to punch him in the face and make a break for the room.
"I'll just drag you back here. We need to talk." He tells me, as the corner of his lip twitches.
I glare up at him. "Can you just say whatever you need to say? I told you I have things to do." I replied.
He smirks in response, as he lifts a hand and places it one side of my head before he boxes me in with the other one. "There are still six hours left in the day. You'll manage." He replies offhandedly.
I try to stay calm, as I feel the heat from his body radiate to me, and his heady cologne entices my senses as he leans in and presses his lips to my neck.
"Now, what was that you were arguing about, Bunny?" He whispers against my skin, causing my entire body to ripple in goosebumps.
"I-I don't recall." I stutter, as I swallow hard, and push myself back, hitting the wall as the goose pimples on my skin ripple harder.
He hums in response as I feel him drag the tip of his nose on the length of the side of my neck. "Now, why is that, hm? Do you need me to remind you of what we were talking about?" He asks me, breath fanning on my neck and chest.
I shake my head feebly before pushing everything away and focusing on the words he spoke.
A moment later I slid my hand up his chest, smiling at him, before I pushed him hard enough to get him to stumble, and hit the back of the couch, before he flew back.
I snicker before I take off in a sprint to the room, squealing when I hear him grunt and rush to get on his feet, before he chases me to the room.
I barely manage to slam the door and lock it before I hear him pounding the door.
"Get out of here before I call the police." I threaten.
"I am not going to leave before we talk like adults." He responds, amused.
I narrow my eyes at the door.
Why the fuck do I get stuck being the adult in the situation? Why?
Something in me snapped at his words.
All maturity, and calmness went out the window as I silently seethed, rooted on the spot near the bed.
At that moment, all I wanted to do was be petty.
So, I spoke one last time.
"I am done being an adult! Fuck you all! I want to be alone." I respond as I make my way to the closet and begin to pack for the week I'll be spending in New York.
I usually don't spend that much time away, but since a convention is coming up, I don't see the point of coming back here if I will have to leave the day after, so I am just going to head to Switzerland from there. Hopefully, everything goes well with Callum, and I don't have to do much, but I learned that I have to be prepared for anything in this line of work.
It takes me a few minutes to pack enough clothes before closing the suitcase.
I wanted to try my luck and go out through the window, but my bag was outside, and so was my passport.
So, mature and petty Bee were gonna handle this.
His hands were on me the moment I opened the door.
"Relax, I was coming out to talk." I groaned as he held me in his arms.
"Now, why don't I believe you?" He asks as he throws me onto his shoulder, and slowly makes his way back to the small living room.
I glare up at him as he drops me onto the couch, as he stands behind it, smirking at me.
"I did tell you I was going to make it work. You agreed. So, we are going to talk, or I am going to be glued to your side until we do." He promises.
I scoffed in response as I sat up, "I already told you; you can say whatever you need to say and leave. I have things I need to do." I replied as I sat up, and rolled my shoulders, in a poor attempt to ease the tension I felt there.
"Bunny, stop being unreasonable. I only want to talk." He says as he moves around the couch and sits down at the other end of the couch.
I sighed in defeat, "You want to talk? Fine, let's talk. Why did you lie to me about everything? Why did you make it seem like you cared for the Callaghans? Why did you ask me for a loan when you clearly have money, and are the COO of the fucking multimillion company?" I demanded.
He lets out a pained sigh, "If I tell you why will allow me to fucking sit near you? These last two days have been too fucking long without you." He tells me.
I nod, "Might as well." I say, flatly as I lean forward and unbuckle my shoes. A sigh escapes my lips as I flex my toes and groan at the feeling as I lean back. I can feel his stare as I lean back and relax into the couch cushions.
He clears his throat as I turn to look at him, lifting my feet up, and propping them on the coffee table. "First off, I want to say that I did care about the Callaghans…but that was before I heard a phone call which in turn caused me to spiral. In that phone call I could hear a man's voice on the other end of the line…" He says, as his eyes stare forward, a blank, emotionless look present as he sits there.
This fact sends chills up my spine as I stare at him, before slowly moving to his side.
"They were talking about me. How- How Liam and Siobhan were supposed to have gotten rid of me a long time ago… I didn't hate them until I found everything out. After hearing everything that they had done, all the money they took, and why they did it, it was like a switch. I- I didn't want to feel." He says.
I silently listened, taking his hand in mine as a sign of comfort which I knew he needed.
His eyes turned to mine; pain clear in them as he stared at me. "I am sorry. I know that it's not enough, I know that you hate being lied to, but it's the best I've got. I am sorry for how I went about things but… I don't want your pity. I have enough from my biological parents, and everyone else… I don't like it." He tells me.
"I'm not mad at you… I am mad at the situation. It's not easy for me to open up… and finding out about all of this via gossip mongers and news outlets isn't exactly ideal. That and everything else that was happening… I just wanted to be alone… and maybe take a breather." I tell him.
He sighs, "I get that. I do… but can you please stop running from me? I don't know what else to do to get you to understand that I am here, and I am not gonna go anywhere. You can fucking run to the end of the Earth, and I will turn every fucking brick, tear down whatever I need to, to find you." He tells me.
I roll my eyes, as he moves his hand and places it on my thigh, causing me to sigh, "Now, where is the fun in that?" I asked, smirking at him before I stood up. "Besides, what does it matter? You're going to be insistent on this, I can feel it." I mumbled, as I moved away from him.
Putting as much distance between us as I could.
I couldn't allow myself to get distracted. I had things to do. He knew this and I knew this.
He sighs and shakes his head, "I know why you are acting so distant… and look just so you know, I don't want to take the position. I wanted to do something on my own… to be someone else. Someone who doesn't… isn't recognized by just that stupid last name and all it entails." He says.
I reposition myself on the couch and look at him, "I told you-you can't allow something to define you. I don't see why you do." I said.
He shakes his head, "It's not. It's what comes with having the last name." He says.
I frowned in response before nodding in response, "I believe I know what you mean, but I've chosen to not allow my sperm donor's actions and past affect my future." I said, in a flat tone.
He snorts, "Your father is a saint compared to mine… still, he's made the name what it is today." He says.
I nod, "I am not oblivious of the things Charles has done. Heck, I recently discovered the last name Swan is nothing but an alias. His real name is actually Charles Gregory Flint. Younger brother of Marcus Flint." I informed him.
"Do you have proof of this?" He asks, curiously.
I nod, swallowing hard, and looking away, "Of course I do. Do you think I say things just to say them? That I talk out of my ass or something? No, I always make sure that I have the source to back it up." I responded to him.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat before he nods, "I heard from my dad that you are moving forward with taking down your …." He trailed off when he saw my face.
"Taking down Charles isn't going to be easy. Which is why I am having my legal team handle everything. If I get involved, it'll be a bloodbath." I cut him off.
He frowns, "How so?" He asks.
"My lawyer and P.I found something a few days ago. It's what I've been missing for years." I sighed, "They found proof that Charles paid someone to mess with my mother's chemo, and poisoned her meds, and when that didn't kill her… he ended her himself." I said flatly. "I want him gone for good. Unfortunately, I have to do things by the books." I add in exasperation.
He stares at me, the unfathomable expression back in place, "Say who?" He asks.
I frown, "Everyone."
The smirk that appears on his face makes me lick my lips and causes my thighs to clench.
"That's where you are wrong, my sweet little Bunny." He says, as his eyes flickered to my legs before looking back at my face.
"Oh?" I ask. "How so?"
The smirk turns into a wide smile, "Me. Say the word and I can make him disappear…. Say specifics and I will make sure he suffers for everything he's ever done to you." He tells me.
I blink, trying to process what he's just told me, as he nods again.
I swallowed hard, and stared down at my nude slacks, finding a loose thread very interesting. "What if I don't want you to do it? What if I want to do it myself?" I asked.
He smirks, "Tell me what you want, and I'll make sure I set it up in every way you want." He promises.
We stare at each other, silence filling the room as we do.
"So, what do you say, Bunny? Do I have your approval?" He asks.
I sigh, and lick my lips, "Do it. But before you do...make it hurt, make him beg, and then tell him I said 'Burn in hell' before he is completely wiped from this place." I said before getting up and making my way back to the room. "I'll see you when I get back." I called as I closed the door behind myself.
