Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Austin I would punch this fucking asshole to death! God knows I couldn't stand any man other than me touching Elizabeth. So my blood boiled right away as I watched from the sidelines as that scum slipped behind Elizabeth. I knew exactly what kind of man he was by that disgusting grin of his. All I saw was red as my fists collided with flesh. I didnt even recognize the pain until I heard a loud scream, "Austin, stop!" Everything came back into focus. The thug was swearing on the floor, flat on his back as he nursed his face defensively. He looked broken, his fingers on his hand twisted at an odd angle. "Austin, please," Elizabeth begged. Her body trembling as she stepped between me and the pathetic excuse of a man. My heart steadied, stirring for a different reason at her touch. She gripped my bloody hands, and only then did the pain sink in. "Sorry," I whispered softly to her. Chapter 8 The store was relatively empty except for us which helped us. Elizabeth pulled me away before anyone could call the cops. I followed obediently, my eyes focused on her. She led me back to the car. When we settled into it, she pulled out a first-aid kit from the compartment, and climb over to my side. She sniffled as she opened it up, and then wiped off my hands. It stung but I kept myself still, turning to glance up at her instead. My heart fluttered every time our hands touched and I couldn't help but remember what our hands had been doing back during the camping trip. She'd tasted so unbelievably sweet. As my fingers caressed her and I could feel myself hardening in my pants as I remembered it. "Bookworm," I called to her. She looked up at me with tearful eyes, and as I placed my finger on her lips, her lips glistened. She stared at me, giving me an innocent look. I couldn't help myself as I leaned forward and took those lips for myself. They were soft and sweet, just as I remembered. She widened her eyes, her face instantly turning bright red. I swirled my tongue on her bottom lip, hoping she would open up for me. But I'd barely had a taste before she pulled away. "No," She shook her head, looking even more torn than a few days ago. "We can't. I-I have a boyfriend." "Don't lie to me," I scowled. I knew she didn't. But my blood ran cold soon as I saw the guilty look in her eyes. No man should ever have his hands on her but me. "James. We're...we're dating now," She said slowly as if what she was saying made any fucking sense. My hands curled into balls, the already bruised and split skin stinging more at the force. "That's impossible," I said coldly, "There's no way you would be with that loser." "He's not a loser," Elizabeth sighed, settling back into the passenger seat. She still wouldn't meet my eyes much to my frustration. "I changed my mind. Acutally, we have a date after two days." "Cancel it," Anger burned in my chest. "He's not good enough for you." "You have no right to decide what's good for me, Austin!" Her cheeks puffed up with anger, "I'm just telling you, not asking for your opinion." "Listen, if you're doing this just to get out of our relationship, there's no need to do it," I still didn't believe her. Chapter 8 "I've made up my mind." Beth turned her head toward the window. The rest of the way to the supermarket, we didn't say anything more. Afterward, we stopped at a local diner I didn't go to often. It was an old-school one and we settled into the booth on opposite sides. It was uncomfortable as we tried to ignore one another. At this time, Elizabeth set her menu down. "I'm going to the bathroom," She muttered as she slipped out of the booth. I watched her leave, her figure disappearing into the back before I picked up my own menu to buy time. Almost as soon as I did, I remembered why I avoided this place. "Fancy seeing you here again." A young waitress approached with a smile on her rosy lips. "Tina." I sighed, already in a bad mood. I didn't need my ex- girlfriend showing up to cause chaos as well. In fact, we only dated for maybe two weeks or three - only to satisfy one another's physical needs, and then break up when things get boring. "Still hung up on that little sister of yours?" Tina smirked, one of the few who actually knew about it. I gave her a sharp look and she leaned over to whisper to me, "You know, I can hook you Chapter 8 up with a quick fuck, baby." "Not interested," I said coldly. "I doubt that. I know just how you like it," She winked.ow did she know? I only learned about this at the camping trip. I felt a rush of frustration. I refused to listen any longer, gathered my courage, and pushed the I knew her personality. She was a trouble. She grabbed my hands with her hips swaying saucily and took me into a restroom. I didn't refuse it before I confirmed she wouldn't cause trouble for Beth or say something to her. Tina stood there with a grin on her face. "I don't want to embarrass you, but I'm not in the mood." I snapped, crossing my arms. "Oh, come on, baby," Tina cooed, slinking over to me. "I even can pretend to be that little stepsister of yours. I know you love that little fantasy. It'll help you to forget about her." That wasn't true. I don't just want to fuck Elizabeth, I loved her and I knew I always would. But Tina didn't stop. She ran her fingers across my shoulders, dipping down until she reached my belt. Before I could stop her, Chapter 8 she slid down to her knees and expertly unbuttoned my jeans. She had my dick in her hands before I could say a word, already intending to suck it between her lips. "Enough-" I stepped back, intending to stop this but the door bursted open. Silence fell upon all three of us as Tina and I burned holes into the figure who'd caught us red-handed. Elizabeth stood there, her face bright red with embarrassment and anger. Fuck. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. 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