See No Evil

“You can try.” She laughs softly.

Always my little brat.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Stone?” I ask, instead of falling for her well-laced trap. She can seduce me later when we’re alone.

Stone looks over my shoulder to where little Miss Pigtails and Bubble Gum is and throws her a dirty look, obviously not being a fan of hers.

Didn’t know Stone my ass.

“Not here,” she hushes low, and my spine instantaneously reacts to those words, going ramrod straight, directly into protector mode.

Without a minute to lose, I take her hand in mine and walk us out of the building, ushering her into the passenger seat of my Porsche. I open the door for her, even though I know she hates that type of chivalry. Yet I can’t help but want to do it. She either humors me and doesn’t call me out on it, or is too into her own head to even notice. I run to the other side of the car, slamming the door, impatiently wanting to get down to the reason that has her all bent out of shape. But just as I’m waiting for her to come clean, my stomach begins to twist in knots.

Fuck! Is this about The Society? Is that it? It must be. What else could have Stone all red in the face and upset like this?

“I’m not hearing any words coming out of that gorgeous mouth of yours, Stone. Start talking before I put you over my knee and make you.”

“Such a charmer,” she rebukes, feigning a

I know the idea of her sitting on my lap to get spanked already has her squirming in her seat. But that will have to wait for later. I’m all too interested in whatever shitstorm is going on now.

“Stone!”

“Alright already. Geez! You are one impatient asshole when you want to be.”

“Don’t act offended or surprised. You know that about me already.”

“Yeah, I do,” the enticing Southie replies huskily.

“Don’t sweet-talk your way out of this one, either. Just tell me what’s going on,” I plead in earnest, clasping her hands in mine.

After a long, pregnant pause, her shoulders deflate, and she bows her head, not wanting to look at me while she confesses her worries.

“It’s my mom,” she mumbles under her breath.

“Your mom?” I ask, surprised.

I was expecting the words stumbling out of her mouth to be about The Society, not her mother.

“Stone? What about your mom?”

She releases a long-winded sigh, her head falling to the headrest.

“She let that ass of an ex-boyfriend in her trailer again last night. Probably for one last hurrah, a hate fuck, or whatever. I don’t know, and I don’t care. Thing is, when she woke up this morning, she saw he had gone through her stuff and took the little money she had stashed away,” she explains, aggravated. “And since I’m not working tonight, I can’t get any tips to run over to her place and give them to her. I’m on my last twenty as it is, after leaving her most of what I earned last week,” she adds subdued.

“You give your mom your paycheck? Why? Can’t she work?”

“It’s not that simple.” She shakes her head. “It’s hard getting work in this town when you have a disability. And welfare only goes so far. The measly food stamps she gets don’t exactly cover everything.”

“Where does she live?” I ask, pulling the seatbelt over her, locking it securely in place.

“Why?” she questions suspiciously, scrunching her eyebrows together.

“Because we’re going to her house now. We’ll get this sorted, and then we can start our night.”

She slaps her palms on her bare knees and throws me a dirty look.

“I just told you, Fi

“You don’t, but lucky for you, I do,” I quip back, turning the ignition on.

“I don’t need your charity,” she snaps.

I switch off the engine and unlatch my seat belt to get in her face.

“Look at me, Stone. Really look at me,” I order, grasping her chin in my grip. “Do I look like the type of guy who is charitable in any way? Fuck no. I’m a selfish asshole, and I own it. This has nothing to do with trying to help your mom out. This has to do with making sure her daughter is in the right headspace and, in a couple of hours, is jumping on my cock as if it were a trampoline. That’s it. That’s all this is,” I lie, schooling my features to hide my bullshitting.

She sucks in her teeth, staring me down, and when I don’t budge, the playful tint in her eyes return.

“Are you so hard that you’re willing not only to meet my mom on our first date but also to help her with her electric bill?”

I grab her hand and place it on my bulging cock, to which the fucker instantly bobs at her mere touch.

“Hard enough for you, little girl?”

She slants her eyes at me, but the playful grin stitched to her lips is all the confirmation I need that she fell for it hook, line, and sinker. It doesn’t matter if she believes me to be that egotistical and self-centered. As long as Stone is good, that’s all I care about. Sooner or later, I’ll probably be the one to hurt her anyway. The Society will make sure of it. So if I can care for her now, and for as long as she’ll let me, then how I go about it doesn’t matter. What she believes my motives to be behind my altruistic actions shouldn’t matter either.

Nothing matters.

All that does is keeping that glorious smile of hers on her face for as long as I can.

Or for as long as The Society will allow it, anyway.