Damaged and the Dragon Read Free

attention.
    Back then, he hadn’t been so buff or
bruised. Having gained around forty pounds, he had wider shoulders,
thicker arms, and a stronger chest. A perfect body for fighting,
Nick battled guys a few days a week at the Thunderdome. I noticed a
healing bruise on his jaw while he had a fresh one near his temple.
His hair was shorter these days, but occasionally his bangs covered
those amazing green eyes. Though the guy hypnotized me with his
sexiness, I couldn’t even get him to flash a glance in my
direction.
    Probably downing a gallon of Sprite before
study group was a mistake. Or maybe I was sick of sitting across
from him and being ignored. No more playing it cool when I ran hot
whenever he was in the same room.
    I slammed my hand down on
the book he was reading. Not even flinching, Nick didn’t seem
startled at all, even while the others jumped. He lifted his gaze
to meet mine then waited as if I was a spoiled child and he was the
ever patient parent. Fuck him for his
patience.
    “ You suck.”
    “ Bailey,” Emma
said.
    When I turned my angry gaze to her, she
probably pissed herself. I didn’t care about Emma or the others. I
wanted Nick to pay attention to me.
    “ I’m storming out of here,”
I hissed at him, “and you better fucking follow after me to see
what’s wrong. If you don’t, I’m coming back here and making a
scene.”
    The corner of Nick’s mouth lifted into a
half grin. “You’re already making a scene. Think of a better
threat.”
    “ I’ll set fire to the
building,” I growled. “I know how to work dynamite and I love
blowing shit up.”
    The other half of Nick’s mouth lifting, Nick
smiled at me then lowered his gaze and returned to reading. The
fucker was calling my bluff! Unfortunately, I didn’t know anything
about dynamite and loud noises made my head hurt. Fucker knew I
wouldn’t do shit.
    Storming out of the library, I couldn’t just
stay there and show him that he’d won. Once outside, I felt like
crying or screaming. Even felt like finding dynamite and proving I
wasn’t full of shit. None of those moves would fix my problem, so I
sat on a bench and sulked.
    Nick was stupid to want Farah even after she
hooked up with Cooper. He was a sap. A fool! Much like me wanting a
guy hung up on my sister-in-law.
    I blamed Farah’s fat lips. They were too
sexy and made guys think of blowjobs. While I considered putting
poison in my lips to make them fat like hers, I didn’t want anyone
thinking about blowjobs when they looked at me. I wanted them
thinking I was special. No, I only wanted Nick thinking that, but
he was a loser stuck on a girl who didn’t want him.
    “ Out of dynamite?” Nick
asked from behind me.
    “ Yep. Used it on the last
loser who pissed me off.”
    “ And you’re pissed
why?”
    Glancing at Nick next to the bench, I
noticed his shirt was too tight around his chest and loose around
his narrow waist. If he was mine, I would fix it and maybe feel him
up a little. Instead, I glared at him like he was a piece of shit.
I blamed Nick for making me hate him.
    “ You suck.”
    “ Okay, but why
now?”
    “ You’ll never have Farah. I
mean, it’s not like she’s going to leave my hot, rich, stud
brother, so she can slum it with you.”
    Nick studied me, showing no emotion in his
bright green eyes. He could be examining something on the heel of
his shoe. His disinterest pissed me off. Hell, I hated him for not
jumping me that very moment.
    Glancing down, I admired my boobs jutting
from my chest. What was his problem? I was hot. Maybe not blowjob
lips hot. Or broken little girl needing a savior hot. Simply a rich
girl with great fake boobs hot. Any other guy would at least give
them a quick peek. Not Nick though.
    “ You smell like bacon,” I
muttered, standing up. “I hate you for that.”
    “ Bacon?” he asked, walking
towards the parking lot as if I wasn’t standing right there. “I
shower more than once a day. I shouldn’t stink.”
    “ You ate