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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 6 (v.1) - Love

Submitted: July 28, 2010

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Submitted: July 28, 2010



It was a soft whisper of his lips at first, then the kiss grew deeper and more intense. He pulled away. "You don't have to regret anything. I want to marry you. We are engaged."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, I guess we are. But I'm only agreeing because you won't let it go- Will," she caught the hand that had been trying to untie her bathing suit top. "No."

He pursed his lips. "You are one stubborn woman, Brie."

"I respect my body." she explained. "And you can't have it."

Will hated nothing more than being told that he couldn't have something. He wrapped his hands round the tops of her arms and tightened them until her skin turned white. She stared at him straight in the eye. "I said no."

"And I heard you loud and clear. I won't hurt you-"

"Will, I'm not afraid to hurt you." she retorted. "No means no. Don’t even try it. I do not want to sleep with you and I find that fair considering how much you keep trying to push me into all of this.

I’m warning you now, I know some self defense and if you don’t get off in three seconds I’ll be forced to prove it. Now, if you would like to have children one day, I suggest you move."

He narrowed his eyes at her, obviously considering whether or not she was bluffing. "You could be lying." he stated.

"Do you think your testicles are worth the risk?" she asked.

He smiled and released her then stood. "God, you’re perfect." he muttered.

"Yes, there’s nothing like a woman threatening to castrate you." she retorted and sat up fix the back of her bathing suit.

"Why won’t you sleep with me?" he asked.

She sighed. "I thought I explained this to you."

"Because you don’t love me." he muttered, seeming annoyed.

"I don’t like you much either quite frankly. Not after you thought of raping me." she snapped.

He glared at her. "I got off didn’t I?"

"Only for self preservation, Will Harris. If you had thought I wasn’t serious you would have done it." she claimed.

"Yeah, well maybe you would have deserved it."

She hissed out a breath and stood abruptly. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

He rolled his eyes. "You were the one teasing me. You know you wanted it. You just chickened out at the end."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." she snarled. She wanted throw him in the pool right about now. Or maybe knock him in with a good round house kick.

"Oh really? So that stuff about reading people and running your foot up and down my leg wasn’t you being a little horny, Brie?"

Her face turned red with both anger and embarrassment. "I was just trying to prove a point. And how dare you imply something like that about me! If anyone is a little horny snit around here it’s clearly you Will Harris."

He grinned. "You think I’m going to deny that I want you, Brie? I’ll say it loud and clear. I want you naked and underneath me. And I think we both know you want it too."

That was it. He lifted her leg expertly and twirled around to knock him in the chest with her foot. But Will dodged the blow and grabbed her foot then twisted it harshly to the right. She fell onto her stomach and scraped her chin against the concrete.

She cried out and Will released her foot. She wanted to be angry with him, but knew he had every right to defend himself. She knew better than to attack someone who wasn’t posing a real threat.

She knew better than to try to defeat the star athlete in school. He was used to running down a field with twenty other men trying to take him down from all directions. What made her think she could do the same thing alone?

Stupidity, she decided. She was stupid for trying to kick him, and stupid for ever agreeing to come here with him. She’d never love Will Harris.

Inside she knew exactly what his intentions were. He was a boy, of course he wanted her for more than talking. Hell, he could have probably done without the talking.

She wanted to laugh at the thought but instead she sobbed. And that was the most stupid she’d done all night. Maybe in her entire life.

Will sigh and released her foot. "I’m sorry Brie." he murmured.

She shook her head. "No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t even be here. I won’t marry you Will. I promise you that. And I don’t break my promises." she sat up and looked at him. "It’s one of my few good qualities."

He looked at her with a sorrowful expression. "Then I’m sorry I’ll have to take that away from you. Because I’m making you a promise. You will be my wife. Whether you love me or not. You’ll realize that I’m what’s best for you. And your parents will realize that too when they talk to me and my family."

Her eyes widened. "You’re going to bring them into this?" she asked, knowing that Will’s persuasion could and most likely would influence her parents when it came to what was best for her. So it came down to whether they wanted her to be happy or financially secure. "That’s below the belt." she muttered. They would choose financial after a talk with Will and his parents. "But it won’t work. Yes, my parents will think it’s what’s best for me, but they can’t make me get married. It will be hard to do but I will defy them."

He glowered at her. "What is wrong with you?" he asked. "I’m offering you everything! Are you just an idiot?" he sputtered.

She shook her head. "Money isn’t everything to me."

"Millions of girls would die for this! You’ll have whatever you want-"

"Except a man who loves me." Brie whispered. "And what’s a life without love? If you can’t love me, how could you love our children? You think you have everything planned Will Harris, but you’re just a child. Even I can see that. And I can also see that you don’t have the makings to be a husband much less a man. Believe it or not, money can’t buy manhood."

Will clenched his fists at his side. "Are you saying I’m not a man?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"I thought I made that clear." Brie snapped. She stood, her ankle sore and hurting. But she ignored it. "Grow up Will. I won’t marry you. Now quit being a child about this and move on."

"Maybe you’re the one who needs to grow up. Love isn’t real, Brie. It’s just a pile of bullshit. It was made up by some woman who was unsatisfied with her life. If you were an actual adult you’d know to do what’s good for you."

Brie shook her head. "If you don’t believe in love then that just makes you a soulless child, Harris. Forget I ever said we were engaged. Push all you want. I won’t budge."

"Then you can find your own way home." he snapped.

She snorted. "What makes you think I would want to ride in a car with you?" She said then limped away from him and down the sidewalk.

Will stood there staring after her. He’d never cared what anyone had said about him. No matter what. But every thing she’d said to make him hurt, had hurt with intensifying pain. With a sigh, he pulled out his cell phone and ordered his driver to take Brie home.

Then he stalked into his house to think about what she had said. And it was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

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