Текст книги "Addiction"
Автор книги: Shantel Tessier
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CASE
I pull into Taylor’s driveway, and she opens the passenger door to my Corvette and gets out before I can even place the car in park. She slams the door shut and then stomps her way toward the front door. Her blue heels make a loud clicking noise as she storms across her driveway.
I get out with a sigh and follow her. She hasn’t said one word to me in two hours. I want to say she’s mad at me, but I’m not sure what I did wrong exactly. So I’m hoping there is another explanation for the mood change.
“Are you mad at me?” I just come out and ask as I enter her house.
“If you have to ask, then you’re an idiot,” she throws over her shoulder.
I sigh. “What’s wrong?”
She comes to a stop and spins around to stare at me. “I’m drunk,” she declares while she bends down to kick off one of her blue high heels. I reach out and grab a hold of her before she falls over from the stumble.
“You are?” I ask truly surprised. “How many did you have?” I didn’t really think she drank that much. And how was I supposed to know she was drunk? When I was done with Rox, we walked straight to the car, and I drove us straight here.
“Three.” She answers my question, and I frown as I notice the little slur in her voice. She hasn’t spoken, so I hadn’t really noticed it until now.
“You shouldn’t be drunk after three drinks,” I say with a frown.
“I never drink,” she shouts, making my frown deepen. “But you had me scared to death, so I started drinking.”
“I would never put you in a situation where you could get hurt,” I say truthfully.
She rolls her eyes, and it causes her to sway on her feet. “What if they wanted to fight you? You were very hateful.”
Hateful? How cute. I smile at her concern for me. “I would have won.”
“Conceited much?” She reaches out and swats my chest.
“No.” I chuckle. “I’m just confident.”
She huffs and then rambles on. “And then that bitch walked in …”
“Bitch?” I ask interrupting her.
“Yeah, the one who kept eye fucking you. God, I thought she was gonna offer to suck your cock right then and there.” She rolls her eyes again, and it throws her off balance. She places her hand on the wall to stabilize herself. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you look at her the same way. Have you fucked her before?”
I smile as I place my hands on her hips. I push her backward until her back is against the wall. “I like this look on you,” I whisper.
“Drunk?” The single word is slurred, and it makes her sound so cute.
I shake my head. “Jealous.”
She slaps me in the chest. “Stop, Case. I’m not joking.”
“I know you’re not.” I push myself into her and she lets out a long breath when she feels my hardening cock press into her stomach. Her short dress and fuck-me heels have kept me in a constant state of arousal. I want to rip it off her now.
“Would you have let her?” she demands.
I arch an eyebrow. “Let her what?” I ask slowly.
She huffs, and being this close to her allows me to smell the vodka on her lips. “You know … would you have let her suck you off in front of everyone?”
I want to smile. To tell her that if I wanted to sleep with that woman, which I don’t, then I would have. If Rox thought I had the slightest desire for his wife, he would offer her to me. He believes in pleasing his clients. No matter what it costs him. I’m not saying his wife doesn’t want me, but I sure as hell don’t want her. That doesn’t mean I don’t play the part. I could tell her all that, but instead, I reach up and place my right hand in her hair. She tries to pull away from me, but I tighten my hand and she lets out a whimper as her legs give out a little. “You’re the only one who is going to be sucking me off tonight,” I say placing my lips up to hers.
“Case …”
“What, baby?” I run my free hand up her soft and creamy thigh, pushing her dress up along the way.
Her blue eyes look up at me, and now that I get a good look at them, I can see they are glazed over. She’s drunker than she thinks she is. “I want you.” Her hands go to my belt, and she fumbles to undo it.
I just let out a chuckle. Letting go of her hair, I reach down and pick her up with an arm around her back and the other under her knees. I walk her to her bedroom and lay her down on her bed. She reaches up her hands and grabs my shirt, pulling me down on top of her. “Tell me again how jealous you were,” I say as I kiss up her neck.
“So jealous,” she breathes, arching her back. “And terrified …”
I pull away from her and look down at her. “Why were you terrified?” I ask, pushing the hair away from her face.
“Because I thought that you were going to make me do something I didn’t want to do,” she says breathing heavy.
My brows pull together. “Like what?”
“Drugs,” she whispers as she looks away from me. “I saw them, and I panicked. I didn’t know if you were going to make me do them or not.”
I position myself over her, and my hands grab both sides of her face. “I would never, never make you do something you don’t want to do. Do you understand?”
She swallows nervously and closes her eyes for a brief second as the alcohol continues to take effect. “Taylor.” I give her body a little shake, and she opens her heavy eyes. “I’d never make you do that. Okay?”
She nods slowly. “But you told me not to talk. I was afraid you were gonna tell me to do something and then be mad at me if I tried to argue.”
I let out a long sigh. Fuck! What did I do? This is not how I planned the night to go. “Baby, I promise you with everything I have that I would never put you in a situation where you couldn’t say no. I would never make you do something you don’t want to do.” I lean down and softly kiss her lips.
When I pull back, her eyes are closed and her lips are parted as she breathes heavily. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” she whispers.
I release her face and run a hand down mine, the facial hair scratching against my palm. I hadn’t paid much attention to her at Rox’s club. I mean, yeah, I kept her close to my side, but I had business to take care of. That was my main priority. And I thought bringing her was the best plan I could have. Now, they know she belongs to me, and they won’t dare touch her. A lot of my business is done through my club and Blane bringing to my attention how short her shorts were and how small her top was got me thinking … I don’t want other men to look at her as if she is available. I never thought taking her tonight could have her pull away from me. That it would cause her to think I would force her to do something against her will. Hell, I didn’t even touch anything but her tonight. I didn’t want to frighten her, but it turns out I did anyway.
“You didn’t, baby,” I say softly as I lean down and give her one last kiss on her lips.
Her head falls to the side, a few strands of hair covering her face. Her arms fan out to her sides and her lips part as she softly snores. She’s out!
I help her get undressed. Once she is wearing nothing but her black lace thong, I place the covers up to her chin. I turn around to start undressing when a picture on her long dresser gets my attention. I pick it up as I run my finger over it. It’s of her family. She sits on the grass with her legs out in front of her. She has her dark hair down and the wind is blowing it to the side. Her mother is sitting behind her with her arms wrapped around Taylor’s waist. Her dad lies on his stomach beside them with Blane sitting on his back. They’re all laughing, looking anywhere but the camera. I feel a pain in my chest at what she lost. That she lost her mom at such a young age. She can’t be any older than five years old here.
She sighs and I turn to look at her in bed. Her dark hair with blue streaks fans out over her pillow, and she’s rolled to her side, giving me her back. I set the picture back down and get undressed making my way into her bed next to her.
I reach up and push some hair back from her face as my eyes roam over it. This is gonna be harder than I expected. But then again, I think a part of me knew she was gonna be a challenge for me. I just didn’t know that it would break me down. That she was gonna affect me on the inside. No woman has ever had me this confused.
My eyes look over her beautiful face and full lips. I feel that tightening in my chest return. How could I have thought I could bring her into this world? Why didn’t I demand more information from Blane in the beginning? I could call him right now; I could tell him that the deal is off. I could leave right now and leave her a note that this just isn’t going to work out.
I lift my wrist and run my fingers over Nicole. I wish she were still here. She would know what to do. She would tell me to close my eyes and jump. To take that chance with Taylor and not to run. But she’s not here. And she can’t tell me what to do. So I have to make a decision. I just hope that it’s the right one.
TAYLOR
I open my eyes and see that I’m in bed alone. I let out a sigh as I place my hand on my forehead. I have a pounding headache and what little light enters my room is blinding. And I am hung over.
I roll over onto my stomach and a moan of pain falls from my lips. I have never been this sore and hung over in my life. Damn, did I fall down last night? Why am I so sore? I know it’s not from sex.
I open my eyes as I hear the front door open and close. “Thought you guys were staying gone all weekend?” I call out with my scratchy throat. All I get is silence.
“Savannah?” I call out again. Still silence.
I roll out of bed and then pull the sheet with me. I pull it up to the back of my neck and wrap it around myself, shielding my body from my brother; I just don’t care to put clothes on at this second.
I walk out of my bedroom and my right shoulder hits the corner of the door, hard. I can’t even walk straight. “Savannah?” I say again as I round the corner to enter the kitchen.
“Sorry to disappoint you.”
I come to an abrupt stop when I see Case standing in the kitchen. “What?”
He holds his hands out to his side with a smirk on his face. “I’m not Savannah.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I thought … you weren’t here when I woke. I just figured you had left,” I say.
“I did,” he says pointing at the bag on the kitchen table. “You were pretty drunk last night. I figured you would need some breakfast.”
I smile. I’m wearing a big, goofy smile that probably makes me look like a love-struck teenager, but I can’t help it. “Thank you.”
He walks over to me, and I notice that he still has on what he was wearing last night. The shirt brings back memories to mind. “I’m sorry,” I say softly.
“For what?” he frowns
“For snapping at you. For being jealous. I had no right to act that way.” It hurts to admit I was jealous, but I need to apologize. I don’t want him to think I am head over heels in love with him and that he’s gonna have to fire me.
He reaches up and places his hands on my face, and I close my eyes enjoying his hands softly gripping me. I love it when he touches me.
“Don’t apologize for that,” he replies just as softly, and I open my eyes to look up at him. “Honestly, the way the guys were looking at you last night … made me mad with jealousy.” My eyes widen at that. “I wanted to lay you over that table.” I swallow thickly knowing where this is going. “Push up that dress and fuck you right there in front of Rox.” Why does that thought turn me on? “I wanted them all to know it’s my name you scream out when you come. It’s my cock you like in that tight pussy.” I inhale sharply. “Don’t be ashamed to be jealous, Taylor.” He lifts his hands and pulls mine away from the sheet. It falls down to the floor around my feet. His dark blue eyes look me up and down, and he sucks in a breath. When his eyes return to mine, he laces his hands in my hair. Tightening his hands, he pulls my head back so my face tilts up toward him. He lowers his lips to mine and speaks softly. “Don’t be ashamed because I feel the same way about you. I don’t share what is mine, and you are mine.” Then his lips slam on mine.
I should be afraid of how territorial he is. I should shudder at the thought of how he wants other men to watch him take me and show them I am his property. But instead, it ignites a fire in me. It lets me know he wants me just as much as I want him. I’ve never felt his way about a man before, and I know it’s unhealthy. There’s no way we can have a future. I’m a waitress, and he runs a club and sells drugs, but I kiss him back with everything I have. I wrap my heavy arms around his neck, and I pull him to me as if I could become a part of him and he a part of me.
My knees weaken as he tilts my head to the side with his hands in my hair and deepens the kiss, stealing my breath. I moan as he presses his hard cock into my stomach. It has me pulling at his shirt, needing to take this to the next level. Needing him inside me this very second.
He must feel it as well because he removes his hands from my hair and lifts me up, his hands digging into my ass cheeks. As he sets me down on my feet, I see we are in my room. I rip his shirt open; his buttons go flying and he lets out a growl. I undo his pants, and before they are even all the way off, he is on top of me on the bed. His hands are in my hair one second and then massaging my breasts the next. His lips are on mine, and then trailing down my neck. My mind goes blank, and my body can’t sit still. My fingernails dig into his back, and his teeth sink into my collarbone. I cry out as I close my eyes. My pussy throbs, and I lift my hips to meet his. I’m so wet for him it should be embarrassing.
His knees push my legs apart. He lifts his body off mine and then his hand is between my legs. I gasp as he pushes a finger deeply into me. He pulls it out and then this time thrusts two. My voice catches in my throat as I arch my neck and my nipples harden.
I’m in no mood for foreplay. “I need you.” I gasp as I run my fingers through his hair.
He all of a sudden pulls back and gets off the bed. I lean up on my elbows as I pant. “What’s wrong?”
He reaches down and picks his pants up off the floor. He digs into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. “Fuck!” He hisses before throwing it to the floor. He looks up at me breathing heavy.
I instantly know the problem. I nod my head to my nightstand. “Top drawer.”
He opens my drawer in a rush and I’m about to open my mouth and tell him to not worry about it, that I’m on the pill, but I decide against it. If he’s willing to take the time to use a condom, then I should let him. I’m already being a little slut, might as well not be a stupid one.
He turns to face me, and he holds up his right hand. I swallow nervously and my cheeks heat up when I see he’s holding my little pink vibrator. He arches an eyebrow. “Why do you look so ashamed?” The smile on his face is nothing short of amusement.
I lower my eyes to look at my bedspread. There’s nothing wrong with having toys, but him knowing I have it is what’s embarrassing. The vibrator appears in front of me on my bedspread, and I look up at him. He turns away from me and starts to dig through my drawer some more.
“What are you doing?” I ask nervously. Is he mad at me?
“I’m going to fuck you!” he says matter-of-factly as he pushes the drawer closed and stands. My eyes widen when I see he found my black sleep mask. I bought it the first night after I worked at Seven Deadly Sins when Savannah dragged me to Walmart for blue hair dye. I figured it would help me sleep during the day since I was working nights.
“Case …” I start to shake my head, and he reaches out to grab my arm. He pulls me over to him, and my body trembles as he begins to speak.
“I’m going to fuck you however I want.” The order sends a shock through my body, but I can’t help but shake my head at him. He runs his hand up the back of my head and grabs a handful of my hair. I close my eyes and my lips part as I pant. He’s so dominant, yet he makes me want to rebel. Just to see how far he will push me. “Say it!” he growls in my ear.
I try to free my hair from his grip, but he doesn’t let go. It just makes my pussy throb and my heart race. “You’re gonna fuck me,” I pant.
“How am I gonna fuck you?” His rough voice whispers in my ear, and I can’t help but reach down and touch my swollen pussy. I need him, and he’s taking too long.
His free hand grabs my hand between my legs and pulls it away. “You’re just making it harder on yourself, Taylor.” There’s amusement in his voice that causes me to open my eyes and look up at him. A smirk plays on his face.
“However you want.” I breathe. “Please, just fuck me,” I beg shamelessly. “However you want,” I repeat desperately. I just need him inside me.
He leans down, and his lips brush mine. “Was that so hard?” His tongue runs along my bottom lip. I go to lean in to kiss him, but his hand in my hair prevents it. I growl, and he chuckles once again. He’s driving me nuts, and he knows it.
All of a sudden, he lets go of my hair and pulls away from me. “Turn around and get up on your knees,” he orders.
I quickly do as I’m told. Without warning, he slips the black mask over my eyes covering me in darkness. My breath hitches and instinct has me reaching up to grab it, to remove it.
“No!” His hands grab my hands and pull them down from my face. I turn my face to look over my shoulder as if to look at him, but all I see is blackness. “However I want. Remember?” he asks, massaging softly up and down my arms. His fingers dig into my skin, and I let out a moan.
I nod my head. “Yes.” I lick my lips. I didn’t think I could get any hornier, but he keeps proving me wrong.
He lets go of me, and I hear some commotion before I feel the bed dip once again behind me. I jump when I feel his hands grab my hands again. His chuckle informs me of his amusement. He likes to play with me. My heart pounds in my chest as he pulls them behind my back. He holds them in one hand for a quick second before I feel something thick and heavy wrap around them. His belt maybe? Once he removes his hands, I try to pull them apart, but something has bound them. “Case…” I rasp. “What are you …?”
“Don’t worry.” He remains behind me as he brushes hair off my shoulder. “I’m still going to fuck you, baby,” he assures me. “I’m just gonna play with you a little first.”
“Play?” I swallow nervously.
I feel him shift behind me as he presses his body further into mine. My legs shake nervously, and I breathe heavily. I whimper when I feel a hand between my legs. Seconds later, I hear a buzzing sound before I feel it against my clit.
My body jerks, and I gasp as the sensation sends a jolt through me. His other hand wraps around my other shoulder, and he places his hand on my throat. It forces me to lean my back into his hard chest as he pulls my neck back. He doesn’t cut off my air but holds me firmly.
He slides the toy back and forth along my pussy before he very slowly pushes it into me. My body shudders, and I can’t help but fight his hold. The sensation of the vibration and the tight hold his hand has on me has my mind reeling.
“Don’t fight it,” he whispers, and it just makes me want to fight him more. I love the way his hand feels around my throat. I love to know that he has that power. That I’m helpless to him. I love the way he tied my wrists helplessly behind my back. I’m at his mercy, and I want him to take it.
I clench my teeth and my legs shake as he slowly pushes the little vibrator into my soaked pussy. I cry out and rock my hips against his hand.
“You’re so greedy,” he rasps. “I like it.”
I try to speak, to beg him not to stop, but nothing comes out but moans and whimpers. “Have you ever used this vibrator and imagined it was me getting you off?” his deep voice demands. “Hmm?” He pulls it out slowly and runs it across my clit. I whimper as my pussy clenches. “You know I imagine you when I get myself off.”
I try to pull my hands apart once again but whatever he tied them with doesn’t give one bit. He jerks my head back more and it makes it even harder to breathe with his hand around my throat. “I imagine you on your knees as I fuck your mouth.” I swallow thickly. “I imagine fucking you in a crowd full of men. All of them jealous of what is mine.” That thought should not turn me on. I shouldn’t want others to see me in such a personal act.
He lowers the vibrator from my clit and pushes it into my pussy again. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” I can feel his smile as he presses his lips agasint the side of my neck. “Others standing around as I make you fucking come on my cock.” I shake my head from side to side the best I can with his hand around my throat and he let’s out a laugh. “You can tell me whatever you want, darling. But your body doesn’t lie.”
I go to open my mouth to say something, anything but his hand picks up the pace as he fucks me with my vibrator and I feel my muscles clench and my back arches as a strangled cry is ripped from my parted lips.
“Come for me, baby,” he demands as I feel his teeth bite down on my shoulder.
My body shudders as it explodes in his arms. Even with the mask over my eyes, I still see spots dance in the darkness. I’m panting and my body continues to shake as he removes the vibrator from my pussy and his hand from around my throat. I drop my chin to rest on my chest while I wait for him to remove the blindfold and unbind my hands. Instead, I feel his hand on my back. He pushes me forward until I fall down on the bed. I try to push myself up, but it’s impossible with my hands tied behind my back. I should feel nervous about this position—every part of me exposed and not able to move my arms or see what he is doing—but I’m not. My body still trembles, my heart races, and I try to catch my breath. I shudder as he runs two fingers along my pussy and then his fingers make their way upward. All I can do is let out a moan as he presses the tip of his finger into my ass. At this moment, I will take anything he has to give me. And I know my body will glady enjoy it.
I hear him growl from behind me and then he removes his fingers from my body. I hear the sound of a foil packet ripping and then I’m arching my back and lifting my head from my comforter as I scream out from his hard cock entering me roughly.
***
We lay side by side naked as we laugh at something I had just said. The belt, vibrator, and mask lie at the end of the bed. As the laughter dies down, I turn onto my side and look at Case. He has one arm behind his head and the other is resting over his chiseled abs. A smile still on his face. He looks so handsome like this. It’s easy to forget who he really is. What he really does for a living.
“How old are you?” I blurt out. I need to know things about him even if I do tell myself it doesn’t matter.
“Twenty-nine,” he responds without hesitation. Hmm. So he’s eight years older than I am. That’s not bad.
What else do I wanna know? “Can I ask you something?”
His head falls to the side as he looks at me. The smile makes him look so young, so free. “Sure.”
I want to ask him about his past, his tattoos, but I won’t. This is one of those moments I don’t wanna fuck up. “Will you tell me about the club?” I decide to ask.
“What do you want to know about it?” he asks slowly, but the smile is still on his face.
“What made you and Brecken open the club? Savannah told me you have owned it for nine months.” This is the safest question I can think of, but I want to know more about him.
He lets out a shaky sigh as if he just dodged a bullet. I give him a soft smile to try to ease his discomfort and let him know that I won’t dig too deep. “Connections.”
“Connections?”
He nods. “We knew a friend who happened to know someone who was selling the warehouse. The second we looked at it, we knew what we wanted to do with it.”
“Have you and Brecken been friends long?” I don’t think that is too big of a question.
“A long time.”
Hmm. That is not good enough. “Since back in high school?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says simply.
“And …?” I don’t want to just come out and ask questions. I want him to want to tell me about himself. I want to feel like I deserve to know him. The real him.
“And what?” he asks with a huff. I sit up and lick my lips nervously as I stare down at him. He still has one arm over his stomach and the other under his head, but his eyes look darker as he stares up at me.
“I wanna know more about you,” I say softly. “I’m not asking for you to tell me everything. I want to, but I know you don’t.” He goes to speak, but I speak before he can say anything. “I know this is just a hook-up. And I’m okay with that, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care to know you on a more personal level.” He’s your boss; you don’t need to know him on a personal level.
He pulls his hand out from underneath his head and reaches up, pushing some loose strands of hair from my face. “Is that what this is to you? A hook-up?”
“Uh …” I don’t know how to answer that. “Yes?” He smiles at my confusion. “Isn’t that what this is to you?” I decide is a better response. When in doubt, answer a question with a question.
He sits up, and his face is only inches from mine. “I thought we decided this last night,” he whispers softly against my lips.
“Decided what?” What did we talk about last night? All I remember is him standing in the kitchen and then waking up alone in bed this morning. There wasn’t much talking involved.
He brushes the back of his knuckles against my cheek. “I told you that I don’t share what is mine.”
I frown as I repeat his words in my head. “I’m not sleeping with anyone else, if that is what you’re worried about,” I answer softly. Should I have made him think I was? I mean what are the odds he isn’t sleeping with someone else? Should I play hard to get? I’ve already slept with the man; maybe I should make him think he has competition.
“I’m not worried about it,” he says with a smirk on his face.
I pull back as I let out a huff. “Excuse me?”
He chuckles this time as he reaches out and grabs my upper arm, pulling me back to him. “Wanna know why?”
“Yes.” He’s such an arrogant bastard …
He lowers his lips down to mine. “Because I will kick any guy’s ass who touches you. I told you last night I don’t share what’s mine.”
My lips part and I inhale. He considers me his? “I’m not sure what that means exactly,” I say truthfully.
He smirks as he lowers his hand from my hair, over my collarbone, and stops when he gets to my breast. “It means exactly how it sounds. You only see me. You only fuck me.” His voice drops to a deeper tone, and it makes my nipples harden. He places it between two fingers and pinches it. I gasp as a shiver runs down my spine.
“And you?” I manage to ask breathlessly.
“What about me?” He pushes his head into the crook of my neck.
“Just who are you gonna see?” I swallow when his lips gently brush my skin. “Who are you going to fuck?” I finish off with a sigh.
“Only you, baby,” he whispers as I moan. “That is if you want me.”
“Oh, I want you.” I laugh at how desperate I sound, but he cuts it off as his lips touch mine. I move to straddle him and place my hands on either side of his face. He deepens the kiss, and I pull away breathing heavy.
“I’m guessing if you don’t remember that then you don’t remember our conversation about you being scared?” he asks softly.
I frown at the change in subject but don’t question him just shake my head. “What was I scared about?” There’s no telling. Savannah has gotten drunk many times and told me about the craziest things she never remembers the next day.
“You told me that you were afraid of being at the club last night. That you thought I was gonna make you do drugs.” I swallow nervously. I said that? I mean, yeah, I was, but why did I have to say that?
I drop my head and lick my lips. “I was.” I fiddle with my hands between our bodies. This would be easier if he would throw me down and fuck me senseless. Instead, we have to relive an embarrassing moment for me.
He reaches up and grabs them. “Look at me,” he demands quietly.
I look up at him through my lashes. “I told you this several times last night, but you obviously don’t remember.” He gives me a small smile, and it eases my concern. “I would never make you do anything you don’t want to do. And that includes everything. I would never make you do a drug. I would never make you drink, and I would never force you to do something in the bedroom. Do you understand that?”
I nod my head once. “I mean it, baby.” He lets go of my hands and reaches up to cradle my face in his hands. “You are always safe with me. And if you ever feel unsafe, you just have to tell me. Okay?”
“Okay,” I reply with a sigh. “I believe you. I do. I guess I was just so caught off guard last night,” I tell him.
“And that’s my fault. I promise it will never happen again.”
I smile. “Thanks, baby.” He places his lips back on mine, and I kiss him softly. I do feel safe with him. And I do believe he would never put me in harm’s way. Call me selfish, but those words aren’t enough. I need to know more. He just told me that we belonged to each other.
“Case …” I say through our kiss.
“Yes.” He moves his head down to my neck, and he places gentle kisses while nipping at my skin every now and then. I place my hands on his head and push him back, narrowing my eyes at him. “You gotta give me something.”
“Taylor, I can’t …”
“Do you think I don’t deserve to know?” I question with a frown.
“It’s not that you’re not worth it.” He sighs heavily.
“Then tell me. Please,” I beg giving him my puppy eyes. “Tell me who you are.” His eyes search mine, and I add, “You can trust me. I haven’t given you a reason not to.”
For a few long moments, he just stares at me. His dark blue eyes searching mine. “I trust you,” he finally whispers.
I lean in and softly kiss the tip of his lips. When I pull away, he looks down at his left wrist. I hold my breath when I see he is looking at the tattoo Nicole on his wrist. I wanna know who she is.
“What do you want to know?” he asks with a growl as if this is gonna be hard for him.
“Have you been arrested before?” I ask curiously. I know Nicole is a very sore subject. She meant something to him, that’s obvious. I wanna know the things that make him look so dark. The things that make him seem so dangerous. Anyone can fall in love; I wanna know what makes him so special. So mysterious.
