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.
“Can I get a hug before you leave?” She asked.
Who in the right mind would ever say no to something she wanted?

I gave 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 could stay this way forever and never complain. In just a short amount of time, Blue had become
someone very important to me.
“Be a good girl.” I told her. “If you need anything, Hannah will help you. I will see you when I can, okay?”
Blue nodded. Hesitantly, she raised her hand towards my face. Her hand stayed on my cheek and then she raised her other
hand and placed both her palms at either sides of my head. She closed her eyes. I felt a bolt of electricity pass through me and
fragments of my past resurfaced in flashbacks like it was a short movie. When she opened her eyes, they were wide. I knew
from the anguish in her expressions that she’d seen a glimpse of it.
A glimpse of my past that I’d tried to keep hidden.
Anger surged through me. I smacked her hand away from my cheek, “What the fuck?!”
Her hands were still raised towards me, her expressions baffled.
I don’t think I’d ever given Blue a death glare until now. She explained, “Hunter, I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to...”
“You didn’t mean to what?” I bellowed. “Why would you do that? It’s not fair to peek into other people’s mind like that, Blue!”
“I just wanted to see why you were hurting!”
Feeling angry about the fact 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 to be fixed like some toy and I definitely hate when someone invades my privacy.”
Blue flinched; I guess she wasn’t used to seeing me so pissed off and it’d caught her off-guard. I didn’t blame her. People often
thought I was sweet and all until they saw the ugly side of me.
She teared up and I instantly felt bad for behaving rudely. That was the problem with me. I was lethal when I got really angry.
“I’m sorry.” I said. I decided to change the subject all together. “I have arranged all your clothes in the closet. You’ll find the shoes
in the last drawer. The middle drawer has your...” I cleared my throat. “Your lingerie.”
She wouldn’t look at me. The 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 tears; she deserved the smiles and the child-like laugher that I’d fallen in love with.
What?

Had I really fallen in love with the mermaid?
That couldn’t happen. There was no way that I could fall in love with Blue and not hurt her. There was a one hundred percent
possibility that I would fuck up and I didn’t think I could stomach to see her hurt.
I met Hannah halfway downstairs. “You seem tensed, what’s wrong?” she was quick to notice.
“We had a fight.” I confessed.
“What for?” she asked giving me her signature pissed off look.
“It’s personal. Look, Han, Blue is not normal as 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 for the time being. She will stay here until she figures a way to get back to
her home.”
Sadness flashed in Hannah’s eyes. “Hunter, is Blue autistic?”
Of course the most logical explanation for Blue would be to agree with her being an autistic.
I didn’t answer the question and let 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 and call me if you need
anything.”
Hannah nodded. “Don’t worry. She’s safe with me.”
“I trust you, Han.”
I drove back to my apartment that night feeling completely drained. Leslie searched every corner of the tiny place to check if Blue
was hiding anywhere.
“She’s not going to live with us from now on, buddy.” I told him.
When he realized I wasn’t joking and that Blue really wasn’t coming back, he left to sulk in the corner. He didn’t even touch his
dinner, and neither did I. I’d just lost my appetite tonight. I lay down on my bed that night and contemplated my decision to let her
stay with Hannah.
Had I made the right decision by sending her away? She was going to leave me eventually so what did it really matter?

I stared at her side of the bed. It remained empty. It’d been just over an hour and I already missed her. I rolled onto her side and
stayed there. Her pillow smelled of the shampoo that I’d gotten her.
I was instantly going hard.
I groaned. This was bad.
My phone suddenly began buzzing. I picked it off the dresser hastily, thinking it was Hannah calling me for emergency.
An Emergency like Blue begging and brawling her eyes out to 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 never let any woman control my life and yet, Blue pulled my
strings.
The phone wasn’t from Hannah. It was from Kaila, my ex from a long time ago who I’d hooked up with a few times even after our
breakup. We had a sort of like a friends-with-benefits kinda thing.
I saw her text and cringed.
Kaila: I’m not wearing anything tonight. Wanna come over? ;)
Normally, I would have taken her up on her offer, because she liked the whole ′Wham Bam Thank you Ma’am’ and honestly, it
was a lot easier with Kaila, no drama and no tears but this time my conscience wouldn’t let me.
My mind and my cock wanted one girl badly enough to not even consider the thought of another.
Me: I’m not feeling well, Kay. How about I take a rain check? :(
Kaila: aw ;( my poor baby. Maybe I can come over, and even treat your booboo. I’m sure by the time I’m done, you’ll start feeling
better. Lol.
I rolled my eyes.
Me: I’m sure I would but I’m down with a flu, wouldn’t want you to catch it.
Kaila: Oops! Well, next time then. Good night hon ?

I tossed the phone on the mattress. I was pretty sure Kaila was going to call one of her other exes. She’d always been quite
open about how she could never stick with one person. Gender wasn’t really her issue. She liked girls as well, but she’d
mentioned more than once that she liked the boys better.
I closed my eyes and pushed Kaila out of my mind and imagined Blue’s long wavy hair, her luscious curves and her pouty
mouth. I imagined that same mouth teasing mine, and then she was kissing me everywhere.
It was a torture but I needed relief. I took off my clothes and lay under the blankets. I reached for my cock and imagined pumping
into her, whispering her name in the darkness.
Later that night, I felt guilty as if I’d committed a grave crime.
* * *
Blue
I woke up that night with a jolt. It took me a while to collect my thoughts, but I realized a minute later that it was a dream.
A very naughty one at that.
In the dream, I was completely naked and so was Hunter and we were doing some unknown amount of acrobatics. I really didn’t
understand but he was plunging into me with a very large...
Oh my!
Was that what he’d been hiding behind the towel all along? Or was it just my imagination?
The funny thing was that I was saying some really nasty things in the dream and it seemed to please Hunter.
At one point I told him, ‘You look good enough to eat.’
What?
Now why would I want to eat him? I would never ever entertain the thought of ever killing, let alone cooking Hunter. That was so
wrong.
‘Fuck me hard, Hunter.’ I said huskily.

We were both making sounds. It was mortifying, yet I felt myself squeeze my legs together.
‘Let me taste your peaches.’ Hunter said.
My peaches? I didn’t have any peaches. My body didn’t grow any fruits at all!
In the end we were both panting and lay beside each other. And I couldn’t forget the look on his face. Those silver eyes. I wanted
Hunter to look at me like that all the time.
What he said further, knocked my breath away.
‘Blue, I love you so much. And I want you to love me back, sweetheart.’
In the dream, I said, ′I love you too, Hunter.′
I didn’t understand this dream. Could it be possible that I was watching fragments of Hunter’s thoughts? Often, when I peeked
into someone’s past, my mind got temporarily linked with theirs and I could see their thoughts for a while.
My cheeks burned. Is this what Hunter was thinking about me? Did that mean he loved me?
I buried my face into the pillow. I wanted to apologize to him for looking into his past, that was very rude of me.
I needed to find a way back to start living with Hunter again. No matter what he said, I knew he wanted me to be with him.
If anything, that dream proved it.