The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

I placed Blue’s luggage on the bed and began unpacking it. I was going to help her put things in place so she didn’t face a problem later when she was alone.

She sat down at the edge of the bed and looked around curiously. “Is this room...”

“Mine. It was my bedroom when I used to live in the house with my family.”

She climbed to her feet and walked towards some shelves and looked at the trophies and awards I’d received during school. “You were a good student.” She remarked.

“Yeah. Kinda...I guess.” I said. I tried to remain modest about these things. I didn’t think too much about the trophies. I didn’t think much of anything. My entire life had no meaning whatsoever.

She pointed at a framed high school picture of me sitting on bedside table. It was a picture of me with my soccer team, the entire group of jock players who used to be my friends at one time. When my father declared to disown me, those same group of friends laughed at me for being poor and alone.

“You looked so cute.” She commented.

I slammed the frame close. My stepmom had a very bad habit of snooping around in my room and placing things where they didn’t belong. That woman had nothing better to do with her time. Sometimes I wondered if she wished I was born to her so it would have been easy to keep me in line. It didn’t matter to her either way.

I shook my head. Blue settled down on the bed, and touched the pillows. And before I knew it she was burying her face in the cushion. She inhaled aggressively and moaned loudly.

So loud that I had to step back and close the door of the room.

What the hell?

I’d never heard her moan like that.

“What are you doing, Blue?” I asked her softly.

If a maid were to walk by, I was positive they would hear the sounds of her moans and think of some explicit scenario. My reputation didn’t make things any better.

“This pillow.” She whispered in an intoxicated voice. “It smells so good. It smells of you”

Her toes curled. I was growing hard down south. Before she could moan even louder, I shushed her. “Blue, lower down your voice.”

I remembered lying down in bed a few weeks back when I was drunk out of my mind and Hannah tried to sneak me into the house at the crack of dawn. I was busted in point five seconds of walking through the threshold. I found myself under the sting eye of my Dad who’d been waiting in the darkness of the kitchen. The next few days were followed by his rants and some bickering which had warranted him taking a final action on the lifelong threats that he’d made. I was thrown out of my own house. If I didn’t straighten out soon, I’d be out of the will too.

Definitely not the night I wanted to remember. Maybe I’d doused myself in so much perfume that day that the scent had stained my pillow. The maids probably hadn’t bothered to change the sheets later.

I pushed my thoughts aside and unpacked some of Blue’s clothes and arranged them into the now empty wardrobe. I placed her shoes in the bottom shelf. Then I found her lingerie and I tried not to imagine her wearing them as I arranged them in the drawers. It took me almost an hour to put her things in place.

“There.” I said. “You’re all set now.”

Blue peered at me curiously through her long luscious lashes, her long hair swept around her like a cloud of blue cotton candy.

“You’re really leaving me here, aren’t you?” She asked.

“I don’t have a choice, Blue. If we don’t put distance between us, it could get worse.”

“What could get worse?” She asked innocently.

“My feelings for you.”

She obviously didn’t understand.

I get a hug before

ever say

her a nod. She went up on her knees and flung her arms around me in a strong, possessive embrace. I held her close to me and breathed in her scent. I

anything, Hannah will help

placed both her palms at either sides of my head. She closed her eyes. I felt a bolt of electricity pass through me and

that I’d tried to

smacked her hand away

were still raised towards me, her

Blue a death glare until

mean to what?” I bellowed. “Why would you do that? It’s not fair to peek into other people’s mind like

to see why you

that I’d let my emotions show, I snapped. “You’re not a goddamn psychiatrist so stop trying to look into my past! I’m not

and it’d caught her off-guard. I didn’t blame her. People often thought I was sweet and all

felt bad for behaving rudely. That was the problem with

have arranged all your clothes in the closet. You’ll find the shoes in the last drawer. The middle drawer has your...” I cleared

damage was done, and I guess it was for the best. I wanted to slap myself for how sad I’d made her. Blue didn’t deserve

What?

I really fallen in love

Blue and not hurt her. There was a one hundred percent possibility that I would fuck up and I didn’t

met Hannah halfway downstairs. “You seem tensed, what’s wrong?” she was quick

a fight.”

she asked giving me her signature pissed off

you may already be aware. Due to some circumstances I can’t keep her at my apartment so I’m entrusting you with her responsibility

Hannah’s eyes.

course the most logical explanation for Blue would be to agree with her being

Hannah decide for herself. There was no way I could tell her that Blue was a mermaid. It would lead to chaos and more questioning. “I want you to take care of Blue, just keep an eye out on her

worry. She’s safe

“I trust you, Han.”

that night feeling completely drained. Leslie searched every corner of the

live with us from now on, buddy.” I told

touch his dinner, and neither did I. I’d just lost my appetite tonight.

was going to

side of the bed. It remained empty. It’d been just over an hour and I already missed

instantly going

groaned. This was

picked it off the dresser hastily, thinking it was Hannah calling

see me. If Blue called and insisted, I wasn’t entirely sure I wouldn’t cave in. That girl had so much power over me, it was surprising. I’d

ago who I’d hooked up with a few times even after

saw her text

not wearing anything tonight. Wanna

offer, because she liked the whole ′Wham Bam Thank you Ma’am’ and honestly, it was

girl badly enough to not even consider

well, Kay. How about I take a rain

;( my poor baby. Maybe I can come over, and even treat your booboo. I’m sure by

I rolled my eyes.