The Bad Boy's Princess
"You're bleeding, Zoe. Just let me help you." Eric pleaded, his gaze flickering wildly from her face to the wound on her waist. "Please."
Zoe looked up, her eyes darkening with fury. "I said, GET OUT!" She got up, wincing slightly as she clutched at her side. "I don't need your help." Her fingers were soaked in her own blood and her head swam, but she went on. "I don't need you, get that?" She seethed. "Never did, never will."
He closed his eyes, raw pain flashing across his features. For a second, she was sure he was going to leave wordlessly, like he always did.
But when his eyes opened, they burned with a fire of decision. A fire of promise. Of pain and hopelessness and fear and anger; of every emotion she had ever made him feel.
A fire of love.
"Yes, you do." He said quietly. Zoe's head shot up, a retort ready on her lips. But when she saw his face, her breath got caught in her throat.
"You need me." He stepped closer to her, his usually golden eyes almost black, his pupils dilated. "And fuck it all, I need you. I need you so bad, Zoe." And before she could react, his lips were on hers.
Zoe Le Rue.
She's rich. She's bad. Her fists hit hard, and so do her words. Just when she was sure that her heart couldn't break further, he showed her that it could.
But now, when she's forced to share a room with him a year later and dark secrets uncover themselves, she realizes that maybe she isn't the only one who faces the darkness every night.