BOUND BY HATRED | TOM KAULITZ

CHAPTER TWELVE | TOM KAULITZ |

TOM KAULITZ

I stomp inside the house, my entire body shaking with rage.

The nerve of that fucking girl, showing up here with her suitcase like she didn't just try to kill me.

Like I didn't spend my wedding night in the hospital with a fucking tube shoved down my throat.

She humiliated me in front of everyone first with that suit, and then by making me look weak, fragile, utterly pathetic.

That allergy is the most embarrassing thing about me. It makes me feel like some little kid with coke bottle glasses and a snot nose. I hate that it's so irrational. I hate that I can't control it. I hate that I have such a ridiculous vulnerability.

I don't know how she found out about it, but the fact that she sussed it out and used it against me makes me absolutely fucking furious.

So I pulled her under the water to give her a taste of her own medicine.

See how she likes clawing and gasping for air, helpless against the necessity to breathe.

It made me feel better. For a minute.

But it also made me feel something else.

Her body, twisting and writhing against me.

It wasn't supposed to be sexy. And yet, my heart is racing for more than one reason . . .

"Tom," my father calls as I pass the kitchen doorway.

"What."

I glance into the kitchen, seeing him seated at the counter, eating one of my meals the chef keeps prepared for me in the fridge.

"Where's Tyra?" he says.

"Out by the pool," I tell him, crossing my arms over my bare chest. I didn't bother to grab a towel, so I'm dripping all over the tiles.

"You should take her out somewhere tonight. A nice dinner. Maybe a show."

"To what purpose?"

"Because of your .. accident ... yesterday, you didn't make use of the honeymoon suite."

"I'm aware of that," I tell him, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

"So you want me to fuck her tonight, is that your point?" He puts his fork down next to his plate, fixing me with a cold stare.

"No need to be crude."

"Let's call a spade a spade. You want me to fuck this girl, despite the fact that we hate each other, despite the fact that she tried to kill me yesterday, because you don't want your precious alliance to fall apart."

"Exactly," he says, picking up his fork once more and spearing a grape out of his Waldorf salad. "And don't forget, this isn't my alliance. It benefits you more than anyone."

"Right," I say bitterly. "It's been a real joy so far."
I stalk upstairs, stripping off my swim trunks and running the shower as hot as I can stand it.