At that thought, as the utter desperation that’s been building inside me explodes, I let go and shoot forward. I’ve never been suicidal in my life. I’ve never had even the slightest thought of taking my own existence for someone else, but I can’t take this heartache or the future that’s yet to come any longer. The de Lacharrieres’s stone balcony is icy and slick as I let myself go finally and make a run for it.
I can leap over and off the short railing surrounding the overlook
No. Fuck no,” he repeats passionately. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to give up. Fuck that!” his gravelly voice commands and my body gives in. The quakes overtake my body as the adrenaline leaves me, and then I’m left trembling in his hands. “Fuck!” he curses again, and then Brent’s mouth is on mine.
His kiss is brutal, punishing, as he pours his anger into me and doesn’t let up. All this time, he’s hinted at kissing me and yet it still hadn’t transpired. I’ve wanted it to every single day since the first time it nearly happened. It never did, no matter how much I silently pleaded for it, and he chooses now, of all times, just as I’m ready to give up on absolutely everything. He picks this moment to kiss me, and it’s like I’ve never been kissed before in my entire life.
He doesn’t claim my lips for his own; he fucking owns me in my entirety.
“I hate you,” I whisper with a pitiful whimper. My lip quivers, now that he’s not punishing me with his vicious kiss.
“I know you do, sweetie, and that’s just fine. If you despise me, then at least you’re not jumping off fucking balconies. Never let me catch you trying to pull that shit again. I mean it, Kres. NEVER AGAIN!”
“Get away from me.”
“Not a chance. We need to talk… Not just you and me, but my brothers as well.”
“Fuck your brothers! There is no you and me. There is no them and me, and there never will be. Not with any of you. Just let me go. Why should you care if I jump? It’s not like it would stop your father from destroying my family.”
“It wasn’t a request, Kresley. We’ll be discussing this…now! No more waiting around.”
If these four want me living with them, they better be prepared, because I will be so ugly that they can’t stand to look at me. They like that I’m not a typical rich bitch, gold digger? Well, get your pocketbooks out, because I’m going to hit them where it hurts—in the bank.