The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

I had never experienced what a real heartbreak felt like until now; the heartache, it was unbearable. Blue had literally reached inside my chest, ripped out my heart and crushed it with bare hands.

I almost regretted going after her like that. I should have just let it go. She had clearly told me she didn’t want me, what else did I need to prove?

I literally drove around without paying attention to where I was going. Instead of going to my house, I drove to my father’s because I didn’t trust myself to be alone at that moment. I was desperate and my toxic imagination was driving me insane.

I parked the car in the parking space and cut the engine.

I clenched and unclenched the steering wheel. The image of Blue standing next to Adrian made me so ill I could taste bile in my throat. And my imagination was pretty fucking wild if you ask me.

The images kept pushing through, of Blue getting naked with Adrian and the two of them together doing things that we’d once done together.

Where had I gone wrong? We were married, she and I. She loved me, or at least she used to and then she’d gone ahead and ruined everything by sleeping with another man.

Maybe this was karma coming for me; for all the girls that I’d slept with and never responded to their messages. Hell, I’d been bad, I’d broken several hearts but by god, I never led anyone on, never been in a real relationship, and never cheated on someone. I never looked at another woman while I was in love with Blue.

So why did I deserve this again?

With shaky hands, I reached for a bottle of Jack that I kept stashed in my car for emergencies like these and took a long drink. Only after I’d emptied it, I stepped out of the car.

Inside the house, I walked into the housekeeper. “Nana, is mom home?”

She appeared to be flabbergasted for a moment; for the fact that I’d turned up drunk or because I called Elaine “Mom”, I wasn’t sure.

“She’s upstairs in her room.” She told me, “Are you alright, Hunter?”

“Not really,” I muttered before climbing the stairs.

I knocked on her door once when I heard a soft confirmation, I walked inside. Elaine was seated by the study table near the bay window, typing on her laptop. She was a fashion blogger and used to be a model so when she married my dad, she stopped her modeling work.

“Hey.” She called out as she looked at me once before turning to the computer and then quickly did another double-take.

I must look like a mess for her to look at me with so much pity.

“Hey honey, how nice of you to drop by,” She said, smiling up at me.

I kneeled down in front of her while she was still sitting in her chair and placed my head in her lap.

She must be shocked to find me literally begging for her affection, considering the fact that I had always rejected her for years. It’s not that I hated Elaine, I just hated myself.

head for a split second before

trailed down my face but I didn’t say a

me.” She

with my problems, not that I went to anybody. I just bottled up my sorrow, didn’t talk to people and in the past

Not this time though.

about

and I began to cry. Loud, gut-wrenching sobs heaving from the depths of my heart.

grown-ass man brawling so loudly like a child who had lost his favorite toy wasn’t a pleasant experience for a

cried while she stroked my head slowly, and lovingly, “Tell me what

that I probably had snot dripping down from my nose. And Elaine, god, she needed to be given the Mother of the Year award because she casually wiped my face with the back of her

to genuinely love me

coming back to me,”

do you

me anymore,” I choked, still sobbing like a fucking baby. “I saw her today at the supermarket. She’s pregnant with another man’s child. She

mouth.

was standing there

blood boil. I

wasn’t trying to feed me some pity speech, she seemed

of pussy, crying my eyes out like this

of all, mind your language, young man,” She warned me, then added, “Secondly, grown men cry all

love her, and I thought she loved me back, she said she did. I might have gotten a little obsessive over her sometimes but what man doesn’t get like that over his wife?

filled with warmth. “Yeah, he did that.” She recalled. “He

him after all these years. There has to be something wrong with me.” The tears were still streaming down my cheeks. “I must

like

that as a

and sweet and a little rough around the edges, like your dad, but your brother Ryan’s different, he’s like an open book. There’s

schools. I gave you a hard time in my late teens. I was not

for

That was exactly like Wyatt Brantley. He would put conditions applied to a marriage. I

say?” I was

difficult to love. He will reject you, tell you things he doesn’t mean, make you cry but you still have to continue to love him like I do, will you do that for me?’

speechless. Dad really

person, Honey,

me, there’s really no point. I mean, she obviously likes Adrian more than she liked me and now she’s pregnant

said. “You can’t

know what I can do with my life,” I

and that was soothing. “How about you take a short vacation to somewhere nice? Japan, maybe? Kyoto will especially be beautiful right now, you know with the Cherry Blossom season coming along. Take Fred with you. We will sponsor Fred’s ticket. You could go on a shopping spree for the