Breaking Me Softly (English Edition) (Fighting Hearts Book 1)

by Melody Adams

  “If you are finished, I will show you your room and the bath” said Viper as he got up.

  I put down my cup and got up also. He motioned to follow him and we walked towards the three doors. He opened one for me and I stepped into the room, which was furnished with a small bed, a closet and a sink.

  “It’s nothing fancy, but better than the street”, he said behind me.

  “It is wonderful”, I replied honestly. It was bigger than the room I had at home and it was clean. The heavy, dark blue curtains in front of the window and a few pictures on the wall made it look nice.

  “The bathroom is next door. It can be locked”, he explained. “Do you need anything else? Towels are in the bathroom cabinet and you can use my shampoo. You should be able to find a fresh toothbrush in the cabinet under the sink.”

  “That’s very nice”, I replied. “Thanks.”

  “No need to thank me. Well, sleep well.”

  I nodded.

  “Thanks, good night.”

  “Good night, Fay.”

  Viper left the room and closed the door behind him. I stood there for a while, undecided, then I finally walked over to the bed and sat down. I still could not believe all the things that had happen today. First the thing with my backpack, then those nasty guys, and now I was sitting on a soft bed, with a full tummy and maybe even a job, if Viper kept his word.

  Tense I listened to the silence. I could hear Viper rumble next door, then water running. My host seemed to be showering. The thought of Vipers muscular body, naked in the shower caused a warm tingle between my legs and I shook my head confused. I was never sexually interested in guys. The experience with Martin, my stepfather, had caused me to despise men, but now I was sitting here and fantasized about a guy I barely new. I must be crazy.

  The water stopped, a door opened and closed, then there was a sudden knock on my door.

  Damn, what does he want now? I asked myself. My heart was pounding. Did he fool me? Did he want sex after all?

  “Yes?” I called out nervously.

  The door opened and Viper stood in the doorway. He was wearing a towel around his waist and drops of water ran down his broad, hairless chest. He had a tattoo of a viper, with its head starting at his neck. It looked like it had dug its fangs into his flesh, its body wrapped around his upper body once, and then its tail disappeared below the towel. I was wondering where the tip of the tail ended and blushed.

  “I just wanted to tell you, that I have to leave the house real early tomorrow morning and will be back around ten. I will bring you clothes and you can feel at home, make yourself coffee and breakfast.”

  I tried to get my eyes off his six-pack and get a whole sentence together, but my brain appeared to have turned to mush.

  “Fay?”, I heard his questioning voice. “Is everything okay?”

  I nodded.

  “Yes, um … Thanks”, I said and finally turned my eyes off his sexy six-pack. I looked into my lap instead.

  “Okay, sleep well then”, he said. “You can use the brush on the counter. I won’t need it. It’s a leftover from a woman that … You can use it. Its clean.”

  I nodded. The mentioning of women brought up images in me that I rather not have imagined. Images of Viper having sex with busty beauties. Somehow I did not like that, even though it was complete nonsense, and it was none of my business. We were not a couple. He was not even interested in me and I not in him, right?

  “Good night, Fay.”

  “Good night”, I replied coarsely, then I heard the door open and close. I finally found the courage to look up from my lap.

  I waited a while, before I was brave enough to go into the bathroom. It was bigger than I had suspected. Large gray tiles decorated the walls. The floor tiles were charcoal. There was a large corner tub with recessed lighting and outlets for bubbles on the bottom. I had never seen a Jacuzzi tub and was tempted to try it out. Maybe tomorrow morning, when Viper was not home. Next to the tub was a Jacuzzi shower, two large sinks and a toilet. A large cabinet stood in the corner. I opened it and took out a fresh towel. My eyes wandered around the masculine items on the glass countertop above the sink. A razor with soap and brush on a stand, aftershave, gel, and a box with cotton swabs on one side and a handheld mirror as well, as a hairbrush on the other. I thought about Viper’s female visitors. A guy like him probably had many women. He did not seem to be the type for a committed relationship. I opened the bottom cabinet and found a clean toothbrush, just like he had said. I put it onto the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked tired and my cheek looked swollen and red where the rough son of a bitch had hit me. It looked like it was turning blue.

  Well, great, I thought angrily. How should I start a job like this?

  I sighed and went in the shower.

  After I had refreshed in the shower, I hushed out of the bathroom and into my room with a towel wrapped around my body and my clothes over my arms. I was really tired now and the bed looked more than inviting. I put down my clothes, took off the towel and went to bed naked. I was able to turn off the light with a switch right next to my bed. I rolled over, the blanked pulled up to my nose. I fell into a deep sleep shortly after.

  Chapter 2

  Viper

  I rolled frustrated onto my other side. I tried to fall asleep for a while, but my overnight guest was haunting me. I had told her that she was not my type, but that was a lie. The fact that she was so young did not prevent my dick from aching hard against my boxers. Fuck! I could not think of anything else than fucking the little hottie next door without mercy. I even imagined the noises she would make, as I plunged hard into her. Would she call out my nickname when she came? Viper! The thought turned me on even more. The worst thing was that she was taboo. I was not a man for commitment and good intentions. I only took women to bed that did not have a problem with it being a one-night-stand. One night! That was all a woman could expect from me. I was always honest about it and laid out my conditions right from the start. There were plenty of women that were fine with that and being an MMA fighter there was no shortage of requests. Women dug me. However, Fay was a different story. She was young and innocent. She was the type of woman that wanted more than a quick fuck without commitment. My mind told me very clearly, that Fay was not on my hunting ground, but my fucking dick would just not listen. It was pounding in my boxers and I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands or I would never get any sleep. I sighed and let one hand wander into my boxer briefs and closed it tightly around my hard dick. I moaned softly, as I imagined Fay, while I slowly stoked up and down. My breathing quickened and I increased the pace. It did not take long until my cum spurted out of my shaft and I groaned. I sank back onto my pillows, my heard pounding. Fuck! A damn hand job with her image before my eyes had been hotter than sex with any other woman I had ever had. Once I recovered I got up and snuck into the bathroom to clean myself. I took a look at the shower and immediately envisioned Fay in it. Her nipples would be perking up hard from her tits. I must have noticed that she was busty. Despite her rather petite size and slim shape, her breasts and ass were amazing plump and round. Damn! Now I was hard again. I would never get any sleep like this. I stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water. It did not help my erections, so I jerked off again and hoped I would finally get some peace. It was clear to me already, that this girl was going to be my downfall. I had to get myself a woman to sleep with by tomorrow. Another night without sex would get me into serious trouble. No! I could not resist the temptation. I did not have a woman in three days, this had to be the reason for my condition. If I got myself a girl or maybe two for tomorrow I would get Fay out of my system.

  Fay

  It was already a bright day, when I woke up. I noticed that I had slept through the night. That had not happened in years. I did not have a peaceful night since the night my stepfather came into my room five years ago. Viper!, I thought. His image came to my mind. I had never seen a man that was this perfect, so
breathtakingly masculine. But he was not a man for me. I was broken and the probability that I would withdraw at the last minute was pretty high. What Martin had done to me took away my ability to regard sex as something beautiful. For me it was dirty, disgusting and painful. Besides, Viper was more of a one-night-stand guy. With his looks he must be in great demand. Women must be standing in line. Every time I thought of Viper with another woman I felt a stab. How could it be that I was jealous? I barely knew him, had no rights to him and did not even want a relationship with the guy. Not a one-night-stand, nor a lasting relationship. Everything involved sex and sex was what I could not handle. A man like Viper would not be interested in a platonic relationship. Besides, I was not his type. He had made that very clear. Another think that made me feel that stab. It should not matter to me whether I was his type or not, but it did. I wanted him to find me pretty and desirable. And that was exactly what was so incomprehensible. I wanted him to desire me even though I knew I could not sleep with him. How sick was that for crying out loud?

  I got out of bed and got dressed. Since I did not want to wear my old underwear I washed them in the sink and put them on the heater to dry. It felt a bit indecent, running around without panties and my thoughts automatically went to my sexy host. What would he think about me running around naked underneath? A warm tingle between my thighs made me frown. Since when did I have thoughts like this? And since when did those thoughts turn me on? I shook my head and called myself a fool. My growling stomach luckily made me think of something less uncomfortable. Determined I reached for the bedroom door and opened it. I listened. Everything was quiet. Surely Viper had left, just as he had said. Feeling safe knowing he was out, I left my room and crossed the big room entering the kitchen. A small table that was hinged to the wall was set up. A note was laying on a plate.

  I was not sure what you would like. Eat what you want and just leave the rest. Coffee maker is set up, you just have to turn it on. I will be back around ten a.m.

  V

  V for Viper or V for Vincent? What did he call himself? What did his friends call him? Or his women?

  “Viper”, I voiced out. “Viper!”

  That sounded good. I liked the name. It fit him, he was somehow exotic and dangerous. Especially his eyes.

  Gosh! Fay! Get a grip. The last thing you want is to get involved with a guy! And certainly not with a sex god like Vincent Viper Mahony!

  I sighed and let my eyes wander around the set table. There was a basket with bread, baguettes, croissants and rolls. There were boiled eggs, different jams, peanut butter, honey and different kinds of cheese. There was a pitcher with what looked like fresh squeezed orange juice and there was can of milk and a sugar pot on a silver plate. It looked like the breakfast of a noble hotel. I wondered, if Viper always left such an elaborate breakfast for his overnight guests. I was not even one of his … And again my mind headed in that direction. Inwardly cursing I went to the coffee maker and pressed the start button.

  I poured the freshly brewed coffee into a mug that said: Don’t comment until the cup is empty.

  I sat down at the table and put two slices of toast into the toaster. Sipping on my hot coffee, I stared out the window next to me. Three large trees stood in front of it and I watched a few birds as they were picking food from a ring that was dangling from a tree branch. Did Viper place the ring there? The idea somehow made him likable.

  I cleaned up the kitchen after breakfast and everything was nice and clean. When I had turned on the dishwasher I turned and looked around undecidedly. What should I do now? I saw a book shelf in the corner and walked towards it. There were a few thick books on nutrition, fitness and health, books about photography, and a few crime novels and thrillers. I decided on a thriller and sat down on the couch, book in hand. Deep in my thoughts I stretched out, when I suddenly heard the door being unlocked. Viper came into the apartment, balancing a sports bag and several shopping bags in his arms. Judging by his facial expression he found it hard to keep everything under control, so I jumped up and ran to meet him to take some of the things.

  “Thanks”, he said, grinning. “I could have taken two trips but I was too lazy for that.”

  I laughed.

  “Yes, I know about that”, I agreed. “The lazy one carries and the diligent one runs himself to death.”

  “Something like that,” he agreed, laughing.

  We took the items to the seating area and dropped them onto the couch.

  “What did you get there?”, I asked curiously. “I thought only women went on shopping sprees.”

  Viper dropped into a chair and ran his hands through his short hair. He looked me up and down and I blushed. I was hoping that he would he would not notice that I was not wearing any panties under my jeans.

  “I think I guessed your size right, but try it on. I can return whatever does not fit. I didn’t know your taste, but I think I found something that you’ll like.”

  I looked at him in disbelieve, then I looked at the countless shopping bags. I recognized just now that they all had labels of women’s boutiques on them.

  “You … you have … That is … all for …?”, I stammered.

  He nodded and gave me a dazzling smile.

  “Yes, the clothes are for you,” he confirmed. “Don’t you want to see, what it is?”

  I swallowed. I asked myself, why a man like Viper would spend a fortune on a girl he barely knew. I was too embarrassed to look at him again, turned to the shopping bags and pulled out one piece after the other. There were several pairs of jeans and pants, shirts, sweatshirts, sportswear. He even thought about socks, stockings, and underwear. I blushed as I saw the bra and panties, made of expensive fabric, in my hands. The man definitely had taste … that was for sure. I picked up a short, black evening gown from a box, the classic “little black dress”. He had also purchased pumps, sneakers and lace ups, as well as a few winter boots. Another bag held cosmetics and hygiene products. I was so speechless that I could not find any words. Instead my eyes filled with these stupid tears and I wiped them away quickly with the back of my hand.

  “You okay?”, Viper asked concerned and got up from his chair to turn me around so I would face him. “Hey”, he said softly and wiped my tear away with a smile. “I did not want to offend you. I just thought you could use a few things and …”

  I laughed sobbing.

  “A few things?” I asked and shook my head. “Nobody ever … I mean, I never had …“ I looked up to him with red cheeks and tearful eyes. “Why are you doing this? I mean … You don’t even know me and all this must … have cost a fortune.”

  “If that is what worries you, I can afford it. It’s no big deal for me. I just want to help you a little bit and cheer you up. You have not told me your story, but I assume that it does not include loving parents and a fairytale childhood. Am I right?”

  I nodded.

  “If you ever want to talk about it, you can always come to me.” He looked at me. “Okay?”

  “O-okay”, I agreed and gave him a pitiful attempt at a smile.

  Viper

  I did not even think about how a girl like Fay would take it, when I bought all the clothes. It was true, money was not an issue for me. I made enough money fighting. What I did think about was how she would look in the clothing. Especially the lingerie, that I had bought for her. I am not the type of guy that buys simple cotton underwear for a woman, even if it is a woman I had promised myself not to touch. Strangely, the idea that another man might get to see her in the lingerie sparked quite a unique feeling of unease I me. It could not be jealousy! I was never jealous. No! It must have something to do with the fact that I wanted to protect this young woman from other men. If an honest man who had her best interest at heart was interested in her, I would be fine.

  Bullshit! my inner voice said.

  I stared at the door that Fay had disappeared through a few minutes earlier, carrying the clothes to change into. I wanted to get her acquainted with
her new place of work, even though she would not officially start until tomorrow. In a few weeks she would have her own money and I could help her find an apartment. I would be rid of the responsibility and she would be free to do what she wants. And I wouldn’t have her sweet ass in front of my eyes, which means I could sleep better again. That reminded me that I urgently had to get somebody to take to bed with me tonight. That meant, of course, that I had to go out without my new tenant. I could not pick up a woman or maybe two in front of her. She could go see a movie. Maybe we should get her some chick flicks. She probably did not like action or fighting movies. I did not have any romance or comedy in my collection. I did have a few thrillers and science fiction movies also, not necessarily what women watched.

  The door opened and Fay came out of the guestroom. She wore tight jeans, that sat low on her hips and a tight sport shirt that clung to her curves like a second skin. I swallowed hard. Damn! I didn’t think that simple sports clothes would look so … so damn sexy on her. Inwardly groaning I looked at my lap. Damn, damn! I had a boner and if I would not do something, she would notice it. Hastily I grabbed a fitness magazine from the table and held it in my hand, covering the area in question and rose from the chair.

  “You were … done quick?” I said sheepishly and called myself an idiot for acting like a stupid teenager.