Needing Her
Page 12“Okay, I’m off after today, so just let me know.”
“And, Connor.”
“Hmm?”
“My sister doesn’t need to hear your women screaming. Try to get them to keep it down, all right?”
So she had heard. Why is that bothering me so much?
“Connor.”
“Yeah, I got you. It won’t happen again. I’ll make sure Maci’s gone, or I’ll go to their place . . . something.”
“Appreciate it, bro. I’ll call you later, we’ll set something up for tomorrow night.”
“All right. Later.”
As soon as we were off the phone. I pulled up Maci’s name and sent her a message.
I’m sorry about last night
Maci Price: I’m not sorry I made your face green ;)
Chapter Four
Maci
“AMBER, IF YOU don’t let me get off the phone, then I’m never going to get ready. I love you, I’ll see you in an hour.”
“Ugh. Fine. Get ready, but we’re picking up this conversation later. I’m not letting Bryce ruin your chances of meeting someone else tonight.”
I eyed Bryce sitting on my couch and suppressed a sigh. “Whatever you say.”
“I’m serious!”
“Uh-huh. I got it. Getting ready now. Bye.”
Running into my bathroom, I took the towel off my head and threw it onto the floor before hastily running my brush through my hair. I was so behind on getting ready, and Bryce was one of those guys who got annoyed if we were late. Since Connor had confirmed there wasn’t a chance in hell for anything between us, I really didn’t want to start off a night with Bryce already bitching. And despite Amber still insisting on finding me someone . . . anyone other than Bryce . . . I wasn’t willing to go through the process. I couldn’t see the point in it. Not when we had a perfectly good—
“Son of a bitch! What the f**k?”
I shut off the blow dryer and threw it onto the bathroom countertop as I spit out what had gotten in my mouth when I’d been freaking out, and rubbed at my eyes so I could look in the mirror. My entire head was covered in white powder. I was going to shank the bastard.
“You okay?” Bryce’s voice filled my hallway seconds before he appeared behind me. “What the hell happened to you?”
And I mean stomped. I looked like a little kid getting ready to throw a fit over not getting any ice cream.
“Language, Maci, and where are you going?”
“Probably to jail.”
“What? Wait, stop walking!” Bryce grabbed my arm and turned me toward him. His eyes bouncing over my head and shoulders with confusion. “Who did this? What is all this, baby powder?”
I scratched at my head and neck and shook his hand off as I turned back to open my apartment door. “Probably.”
“I said stop!”
“I just need to kill him, Bryce. I’ll be back in five seconds!”
“Maci!”
I flung open Connor’s door and stormed over to where he was standing in the kitchen. Arms crossed over his chest, smirk on that stupid pretty face.
“You should really lay off all the coke,” he said. “Or I can get you help, if you need it.”
“I will f**king murder you, you stupid piece of shit!”
“Maci!” Bryce barked and I turned to look at him. “I said stop, and I mean now. Get back in your apartment, don’t make me say it again.”
My head jerked back. I’d never seen Bryce like this. Usually he was carefree, ready to have a good time . . . his only problem was his incessant need to be on time and to suck up to his incredibly rude parents. This was the first time I’d seen him look and act just like his dad. I couldn’t move or say anything; I just stood there staring at him with my mouth wide open.
“I think you need to leave.” Connor’s voice was no longer teasing. It was dark, terrifying—and if I was being honest with myself—kind of hot. I felt his body press up against my back, and had to force myself not to lean into him.
“Maci.” Bryce spoke as though Connor never had and wasn’t currently standing behind me. “Do you know how ridiculous you’re making yourself look right now? Let’s go.”
“I’ve never understood what you see in this tool,” Connor mumbled under his breath. Stepping around me, he walked up to Bryce.
Even though Connor was a few inches shorter, it wasn’t hard to see why Bryce backed up. Connor and his intensity. I wanted to smile.
“I can’t stop Maci from seeing you, because she’s an adult. But I can make you leave my apartment, and I strongly suggest you do it voluntarily, before I force you to.” He didn’t stop walking toward him, and he didn’t stop talking. “I don’t like you, never have. You don’t take care of Maci, and even after all this time with her, you don’t have the balls to step up and be the man she needs and deserves.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. Who the hell is this, and what did he do with Connor Green? My eyes were probably bulging out of my head as I watched Bryce step toward the open doorway.
Bryce’s head shot up, his eyes piercing mine. “Maci, get over here. We’re leaving.”