He blew a raspberry on my belly and I screamed and wriggled away.
“You’re so cute do you know that?” he reached up and kissed my cheek. “You don’t realize how adorable and funny you are.”
He lay down and pulled me to him, the blanket still up over our heads so we were hidden away in our special world with our mingling breath heating up our naked bodies. In the moment I felt a rush of love for him but didn’t say a word. I couldn’t bear the thought of scaring him away. As we held each other close, I felt myself relax, felt the rise and fall of his chest as sleep took over his body. My eyelids grew heavy and nuzzled into the crook of his neck with my limbs coiling around him. It wasn’t long until I too had fallen asleep.
But the peacefulness wouldn’t last. My sleep was shattered by the sound of my phone ringing and I saw it flashing from the floor as it lay on my discarded clothes.
“Hello?”
“Don’t get too comfortable…”
“Ophelia?”
Too Addictive
An Alpha Billionaire Romance Series
Book Two
Brooke Kinsley
© 2016 All Rights Reserved
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Contents
Description
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
About The Author
Description
I should stay away from him. He’s full of secrets, treats me like a princess then disappears. And his crazy sister Ophelia is hell bent on scaring me away, but I just can’t get him out my head.
Jilted by Trevor, and only two days after he takes my virginity, I venture out into the seedy underworld of the city looking for fun. Stumbling across a mysterious club Vault, I meet the enigmatic Sebastian, a boy wearing more makeup than me with a penchant for all things deathly. But when I wake up the next morning will I regret having met him? Will Trevor lure me back into his arms?
Things become more and more complicated, especially when my little brother turns up in town with a terrible revelation from home. And what does he uncover when he decides to conduct his own “research” on Trevor Wylde? As a scandalous and terrifying secret comes to light, I know I should get away as fast as I can. But it’s like Trevor has a spell on me.
Will the ghastly and dangerous side to him be finally be revealed?
Chapter One
My hands were shaking. I held them flat on the table to steady them but my fingers were still trembling. Reaching out for the empty glass beside me, I poured a shot of vodka and drank it in one go. When I first arrived in New York I’d never even tasted it before. Today I was drinking it as though it was water.
It had been two days since the night I lost my virginity. It was also two nights since I’d received the mysterious phone call. It had shaken me more than I cared to admit. After all, someone I didn’t know had somehow discovered my personal phone number. It was Ophelia. I was sure it was. I remembered how she hated me at the party and how she wanted me to leave. But she was Trevor’s sister. Apparently... I didn’t understand any of it. All I knew what that someone was watching me, hating me, calling me in the middle of the night.
“Pull yourself together, Tammy.”
I shook my head as though trying to banish all the negative thoughts. Then I slapped my cheeks lightly to revive myself. Wandering over to the window, I looked down to the sidewalk. It was early evening and people were beginning to venture out for a night on the tiles. But did one of the specks on the ground have their eye on me? Across the street stood a skyscraper in the mirror image of the one I lived in. I scanned my eyes over the windows and wondered if my stalker lived in there. I imagined them in there hiding behind a camel colored trench coat with binoculars planted to their faces.
“Stalker…”
Saying the word out loud made it real but it sounded so dramatic, so insidious. There were only two phone calls, only a few words uttered but they terrified me. They made it clear they knew what I had been up to. This was the busiest most populated place I had ever lived, it was alive with hordes of people, but somehow I had never felt so alone and vulnerable.
Of course, I had told Trevor about the phone calls. I expected him to be understanding, to be as worried as I was but he laughed it off with a shrug.
“You were probably dreaming,” he said. “Probably just imagined it.”
I knew I hadn’t. As I stood staring out at the sunset I was hit with the intense feeling that I missed him. I had given my body to him in a way I could only do once in my life. He had repaid me by muttering a quick goodbye in the morning and never speaking to me again. I told myself he was probably busy, that he’d be back to see me soon but at the back of my mind I knew he wouldn’t. He was most likely lusting after another girl now, or maybe two. My stomach knotted up. Getting close to a man hurt.
As I watched the night settle into the skyline, I leaned my head against the window, the cool glass calming my nerves. My phone sat beside me. It hadn’t been out of my sight. I was always waiting for the next call. Taking a deep breath, I picked it up and checked my messages. Maybe he had texted me and I hadn’t noticed. Perhaps I had a missed call from him. I didn’t. In a moment of anger, I put on my highest heels, slid myself into my sleekest dress and headed for the door.
There was no excuse for him not to see me again. We lived in the same building! As I stepped out onto the top floor, his door facing me, I felt my palms begin to sweat. I wiped them down the front of my dress and fluffed up my hair at the back.
“No one forgets about Tammy.”
I knocked a jaunty tune on the door, fun but assertive. There was no answer. I knocked again. Inside came the familiar sound of glasses clinking and gentle laughter. The bastard was in there. Again my brother’s words were lingering in my head.
He’s like a professional womanizer, you know.
How could I have been so stupid? I knocked again, one last time for good luck. The laughing got louder. Then the door handle began to twist open. The butler revealed himself with a polite smile that was deceived by his eyebrows that were wrinkling up his brow with worry.
“Hmm, yes?”
“Hi, you remember me right?” I asked.
He stuck his tongue into the inside of his cheek as he thought.
“Erm… yes. I suppose so.”
My blood pressure began to rise.
“You suppose so…” I repeated.
He began to look even more fretful as he darted his eyes back to the lounge.
“Is there something I can help you with?” he turned back to me.
“I want to see Trevor.”
“Impossible,” came his stark reply.
“What? Why?”
“He’s busy.”
“I can hear that.”
The laughing seemed to be getting even louder. There was the endless chuckle and low dulcet tones of suited men mingling with the tinkling laughter of socialites. One woman’s voice seemed to be fighting for attention over the rest.
“Oh, Trev! You’re trouble. Absolute trouble!”
It was Ophelia. I’d remember her snooty,
nasal drawl anywhere.
“Look, I can hear that he’s in there. I just need like two minutes,” I pleaded with my fingers digging into his shirt sleeve.
He struggled to shrug me off.
“Please,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “You have to leave. He has guests, important ones and I need to attend to them.”
“I’m not leaving!”
“You must!”
I craned my neck and tried to look around him as I attempted to push a foot in the door. He began to panic and latched his hands around my wrists. He was surprisingly strong.
“Ow!”
He pushed me back out into the hall.
“Bertie? Who is it?” Trevor’s voice came from inside.
The party went silent for a moment.
“Oh, it’s no one!” the butler called over his shoulder. “It’s just a neighbor complaining about the noise.”
He gave a fake laugh to dispel any worries.
“Tell them to get a more interesting life!” laughed Ophelia.
“Just tell them to fuck off,” Trevor shouted.
I looked into the butler’s eyes as he narrowed them.
“I’ll call the police if you don’t leave.”
“Fine, I take the hint.”
I turned on my heel and stepped into the elevator with hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
Chapter Two
There had been a lot of tears and I had thrown a lot of my stuff across the room. Standing at the bottom of my bed, I saw a pile of shoes and dresses that I’d hurled around. On the beige wall sat a brown stain that looked like ancient blood spatter. At the bottom on the floor lay a shattered coffee cup with the rest of its remains seeping into the carpet.
I was exhausted from crying but still alert with anger. Something needed to be done. I couldn’t sit in my apartment all night throwing tantrums while he partied upstairs. There was no way I was spending another night alone. Splashing cold water on my face and reapplying my makeup, I spruced myself up. Looking in the mirror I thought I could almost pass as my usual self. I may not have looked as polished as I normally did but I was still hot as hell. I pulled my dress down a little more to reveal a couple more inches of cleavage.
“Nice,” I said as I stuck my chest out.
Outside, I flagged down a cab and climbed in the back. The driver grinned at me like a madman in the reflection of the rearview mirror. He had a single gold tooth in the center of his mouth and a small, silver bar through his blonde eyebrow.
“Where’s a girl like you going on a night like this?”
“Somewhere where I’m appreciated,” I answered.
He paused for a moment and turned around in his seat to get a better look at me. His eyes were burning into my body. They lingered on my breasts before heading south.
“Don’t tell me you’re heading out alone?”
He bit his lower lip.
“What can I say?”
I threw up my hands.
“I’m a free spirit.”
“So… You going to a party?” he asked.
I didn’t know where I was going. I just wanted company, wanted someone to value me and make me feel wanted. Was that so much to ask?
“Where’s a fun place to go?”
I leaned forward and rested my arms on the back of his seat. He smelled like he’d been sitting in his cab for so long he had become a part of it. A sour stench came off him, the smell of sweat and soiled upholstery.
“There’s a club not far from her,” he said as he pointed into the distance. “Pretty wild but…”
“I like wild,” I interrupted him. “I’m a pretty wild girl myself.”
“I can see that.”
He winked and it made me shudder. I couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t driving anywhere. He seemed to be prolonging his time with me, trying to see as much of me as possible before I took off.
“Tell me, Larry,” I said as I tapped his name badge. “Are you always like this to girls?”
“Nope.”
He shook his head.
“Just the ones that look like you.”
His eyes met mine. They were radiant blue and filled with unsaid intentions.
“Drive,” I suddenly said. “Take me to this place.”
I leaned back in my seat and he pulled out into the busy weekend traffic.
Since my arrival in the city, I had hardly seen a thing apart from the inside of my office and the five rooms of my apartment. Now all the famous tourist traps were flying past me as I joined the sea of yellow cabs. For the most fleeting of moments, I felt as though I was in the center of the world.
Larry braked at a red light, taking the opportunity to look at me once again. I don’t know what made me do it, or what strange compulsion took over me, but I found myself sliding a hand inside the top of my dress. I watched his face in the mirror. Saw his eyes become wide and wild, saw the way his pupils dilated as he watched to see what my hand would do next. Just before the light turned green, I yanked down my dress and exposed my breasts, pinching my erect pink nipples as I licked my lips.
“Fuck!” he spun around to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.
A cacophony of car horns sounded from behind us and he turned back round to step on the accelerator.
“What are you doing?” he gasped.
“I thought you liked me,” I purred.
I leaned down and licked my nipple, moaned and dug my fingers into my pale flesh. Another taxi was driving beside us with two college kids in the back. As their window drew up to mine their jaws dropped as they clapped their eyes on me. They leaned out the window with their thumbs up and their voices whooping before we switched lanes and drifted away.
Then, as of nothing had happened I covered myself back up and sat prim and proper, my legs crossed and my hands on my lap. Leaning my head against the window, I listened to the way it buzzed against my head from the speed of the car. In the front, Larry was driving erratically, swerving like a maniac in between lanes.
“You almost gave me heart attack, lady!”
I ignored him and kept looking out the window. I was young, gorgeous, horny and single in the world’s most exciting city. The world was my oyster and I was going to have the best night of my life if it killed me.
Chapter Three
“This is it,” Larry pointed out the window. “The infamous Vault.”
I gazed across the street at the red, neon sign. It reminded me of something out of a horror movie where people on the edge of society go to hide in the shadows, where serial killers go to stalk a victim.
“It looks, interesting…” I grimaced as I pushed dollar bills into his fist.
“Interesting… that’s one way to put it. A girl like you will be, how do I say it politely, popular in there.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Just go and see.”
I put one step out onto the curb and felt the bass from the club rumbling in my gut. I suddenly got nervous, my heart raced, my tongue went dry. I hesitated and lingered in my seat.
“What’s up, girl?”
Larry turned round in his seat and flashed a smile, his gold tooth glinting in the night light.
“You lost your nerve?”
It dawned on me, as I looked into his lecherous eyes, that I had never been anywhere so cool in my life before. I shouldn’t be here, I thought. I should be at home in my pajamas watching The Notebook. I should be at home curled up with Trevor except he doesn’t want me anymore. The anger boiled up inside me again and I looked at the entrance to the club. A wide array of people was sprawled out across the sidewalk smoking. Some were laughing and joking, others arguing, some were kissing. A fight broke out on the street corner and two bald and buff bouncers ran to split it up. A dark patch was already forming on the ground, blood mixing with spilled liquor.
“I’m fine,” I told Larry. “Thanks for the ride.”
“No. Thank you, lady!”
He watched me as I crossed the road, h
is eyes firmly planted to my ass as I walked away. As I approached the entrance, I noticed the red, velvet rope and the queue. I was about to move toward the back when someone grabbed my elbow.
“Hey!” I yelled and tried to break free.
But as I turned I saw it was the bouncer. He smiled and looked down at me, his strong hands around my bicep.
“Girls like you don’t go to the back of the line,” he smirked. “You’re heading straight to VIP.”
Before I realized what happened, there was a lanyard around my neck and a stamp on the back of my hand.
“Have a good night,” he smiled and pulled back the rope.
At last, I was inside and the music was hitting me hard. Dark, repetitive, electronic beats played from the bowels of the club making the floor shake and windows rattle. I seemed to be sinking further underground the more I walked along the stretch of dark corridors. I brushed up against the wall to push past a crowd of tall, Goth girls in black boots, ripped fishnets and Bettie Page bangs. The wall was wet against my arm, warm with sweat and the moisture from everybody’s breath.
I was out of my depth, terrified to be somewhere so new but so exciting. I was too innocent to be in such a place, too boring. I looked at all the people around me and saw their piercings, their eccentric clothes, and their dark makeup. I was just another blonde in a little, black dress, an angel desperate to get fucked hard.
At last, I made it onto the dance floor and became crushed by the heat and volume of people. The music was louder, splitting through my head making my ears ring. I pushed my way through and came out the other side feeling as though I had been reborn and gulped at the free supply of air.
“Jesus Christ!” I gasped.
At least the bar was in sight. I shimmied over, wiping the sweat on my pink face as I went. The girl behind the bar looked up at me as I approached, a wicked smile twisting up her plump lips.
“What can I get you?”
“I dunno,” I leaned across the bar. “I’m having a weird night so I’m in the mood for something a little different. Something kinda wild.”
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