“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I yell in frustration.
He looks at me and then looks at his phone. I know that he is trying hard to forget that his phone is ringing and focus on the woman that’s between his legs. But the longer I lie there, the more I can feel him pull away. Being the owner of a company I knew without a doubt that he was going to answer the phone. To be honest, I didn’t know why he didn’t answer it before now. I mean, it’s been ringing and lighting up at various points during the night.
Let me remind you that his cock is legit halfway inside me, but he’s staring at the phone like it’s the prize instead of me. I know that he is a very schedule-oriented man, but damn, he’s inside me and thinking about answering his phone. I swear if he does I’m going to knee him in the balls and then break his phone for being a cockblocker.
“Let me… Just let me…” he stammers, and I about lose my shit.
I growl and this time, it’s for an entirely different reason. “I swear on all that is holy if you answer that phone I’m going to break something,” I seethe.
When his phone lights up again, he reaches for it. His hand is halfway there when I push him off of me. He was off balance anyway and goes tumbling off the side of the bed. No man has ever done that when I was on the bed with them. No one. I can’t believe this is happening right now. Some of the women that he’s been with may not care about something like that, but I wasn’t them. If he’s answering his phone during the first time we have sex, then he must not be enjoying himself.
I hear him thump the floor and cuss. I sit up on the bed and slip off the other side. I locate all my clothes and start putting them on the bed. I turn around just as he answers the phone, giving me an apologetic smile. Yeah, son of a bitch, you won’t be smiling in a minute. I slip on my panties and bra before putting on my pants and ripped shirt. I see from the corner of my eye that he’s watching me the whole time. Well, I don’t give a shit. I’ve waited since I was fourteen to see what kind of a lover he’d be. Well, I got my answer, didn’t I?
I forgo the heels when I get the rest of my clothes on. I walk around the end of the bed and I never take my eyes from his. He furrows his eyebrows when he doesn’t know what I’m going to do. I find that without the heels I’m too short to knee him so I will gratefully trade that with a fist. I smile as if nothing is wrong, even though on the inside I want to scream so loud that I pierce someone’s eardrums. I step up to him while he’s in mid--conversation, take the phone out of his hand, and throw it against the wall. The phone shatters into a million pieces.
“What the…” is all he gets out before I ball my fist up and punch him in the groin. He drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes, cussing the whole way.
I lean over him; the smile on my face has now become a snarl. “I told you I was going to break something, didn’t I? You’ve just had your second and last chance at me. To hell with you.” Just then his landline rang. I look over my shoulder and then back to him. “I’m going home. Fuck you, Alex Pierce.”
“I fucking knew it was you,” he whispers.
I stand to my full height once again and make my way from his room. When I get to the living room, I locate my purse and start digging around through all the junk inside to find my phone. My hand finally bumps up against it as I shut the front door to his house. I take off down the dark lit path that leads to the main road. It didn’t matter if he knew that it was me or not. That shit’s a definite no-no when you’re in the sack with someone. Here I thought the whole time that he didn’t know me when in reality he knew exactly who I fucking was.
I tap the screen of my phone and see that I have a low battery. Fuck! I quickly call the first person that I know will answer their phone, my dad. After I find him in my contacts, I press the call button. The line immediately starts ringing. I’m biting on my pinkie fingernail when something wet slides against my finger. I put my purse on my shoulder and wipe under my eye. I find that its tears coating my fingers. Son of a bitch. The line rings twice before he picks up.
“Hey, baby girl,” he says in greeting.
I can’t help it, I break. Sobs instantly rip from my throat. I don’t have to say anything. He already knows what I’m going to say.
“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch. Where are you?” he seethes.
I tell him where I am and hang up the phone. I’m about halfway down the road when I see headlights off in the distance behind me. I look all around me and find a little patch of overgrowth to hide in. I see Alex pass by in his vehicle, another cell phone in hand. How the fuck? I narrow my eyes when the thought hits me. He must keep that shit stockpiled. Asshole.
When I’m sure the coast is clear, I come out of hiding. I start walking back down his drive and remember to keep my eyes peeled for any sign of him. My feet are hurting by the time I get the entrance of his road. The gate. Fuck. I forgot all about the gate. I spy that its open and breathe a sigh of relief. I was glad that he went looking for me now because if he hadn’t, I would have had to climb the motherfucker.
I take one last look at his house before I set off down the road. I’m about half a mile out when someone grabs me from behind. I start thrashing against them, my purse falling in the process. I’m kicking and screaming, fighting for my motherfucking life when a cologne I recognize overloads my senses. Fucking Alex. I kick harder and scream louder than I was before.
“Calm the fuck down, Sin.” He presses his mouth against my ear. “Jesus Christ, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Too little, too late for that one.
I catch a glimpse of a single headlight coming this way and I choose to stop fighting. He sets my feet down on the road and I bend over to pick up my purse. After I do, I turn on him, letting all my hatred shine through my eyes.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Pierce. I don’t give a shit who you are.”
I see his face contort in hurt by the moonlight. I didn’t give a shit if I struck a nerve just then. He answered a fucking call while I was naked on his bed. He’s outside his mind if he thinks I’m going to be sympathetic for him. To hell!
I can hear the rumbling from my dad’s motorcycle and I start to walk in that direction. I feel his hand grip my elbow, but I shrug him off.
“Sin…” I can hear the pleading in his voice, but I don’t care.
You have no idea how it feels to be treated like you don’t matter. Him answering his cell phone back there overstepped a line—big time. That is something that you don’t do with me. The worst part about it is that I’m crying over him. I swore to myself when I was fourteen that I wouldn’t cry over anyone else again and I haven’t. But something broke in my back there at his house. It was like I was fourteen all over again. Except this time, he did it to my face.
“Just forget it, Pierce. Trust me, you don’t get it.”
My dad came into view and the tears fell faster. I silently curse myself for letting him see me this way. When my dad rolled to a stop just a few feet from me, I saw the look in his eyes and knew someone was going to get their ass kicked. He gave a jerk of his head, telling me to get on the bike. I willingly went to him as he got off the motorcycle. He helped me onto the back seat and I put my heels in my purse. He fusses with my torn shirt and I finally just smack his hands and pull it together myself. I look up to see him striding toward Alex with a fierce determination in each step.
Alex was about to get fucked up.
Chapter Sixteen
Alex
“What’s with the black eye?” Tank calls out when I walk onto the mat.
I give him an evil glare and start doing my warm up exercises. If he wasn’t my best friend and trainer, I do believe I’d give him a fat lip. If he pushes me far enough, I might do it anyway. I’ve been reliving the night from hell for the past week now and only now got enough balls to show my face at the gym. I still don’t know why I picked up my phone like I did. It was a stupid move, and I was so close to closing the deal with Sin. I kick myself in the ass every tim
e I think about it.
How freaking hard is it to not pick up a phone when you’re about to fuck the sexiest woman alive? Pretty freaking hard if you’re me. I don’t know why I did it either. I guess I reverted to my pre-Sin ways. The phone had been blinking all night, and I tried desperately to give Sin the attention that she deserves, but I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’ve thought once or twice that I need to talk to someone about my compulsive disorder. Maybe then they would be able to shed some light on the subject.
“So I have to guess?” I groan and stop mid warm up.
I can’t even look at him—it’s that bad. If I start explaining to him what happened, he’s going to want to know who the girl was. If I tell him that I’m really up Shit Creek. Tank will beat the hell out of me on principle and then stand back and laugh when I have another black eye to match the one I’m currently sporting. He has no idea how weak I got this weekend. No idea at all. The last sixteen years I’ve been all about self-preservation and keeping myself from being weak. But one fucking night with her and I turn into the weakest son of a bitch alive.
I don’t know if it was because of that man that attacked her earlier that night or if it was just me being a dickhead, but I took advantage of the situation. That was something that I swore to myself I would never do. The entire time I was with Sin, none of my compulsions were there. I can’t remember the last time that they were all gone for an extended period of time, but with her, they freaking disappeared as if they no longer existed. Like it was just something that I dreamed up in my head. What the hell was that about?
I can’t explain why I chose that particular moment to answer my phone, but I did. It was a dick move on my part I’ll give you that, but I just couldn’t ignore the phone anymore. I knew that I had schedules that were being thrown off by being with her and that was getting to me. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was the reason that I chose to answer my phone. I was getting into unfamiliar territory, and my subconscious didn’t like that too much. Well, whatever it was, it fucked up any chance I had with her.
“I messed up, Tank,” I whisper, folding my knees in front of me.
I blankly stared in front of me. I couldn’t get the images of her broken face to leave me for even just a minute. I’ve not been able to sleep worth a damn since that night either. Every time I go to shut my eyes, I see her standing there next to my bed with a defeated look on her face. The worst part about all this was, the call wasn’t even that important. At the time, I thought it could be a business associate of mine, but was it? Hell no. It was Tank reminding me that I was supposed to come back to the gym.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and it breaks me out of my trance. I look up to see Tank staring down at me with a frown marring his features. I know he doesn’t know what he caused this weekend, but I did, and I can’t even look at him because of it. I hear more than sense him sitting down beside me. I quickly glance around the gym to see that there are a few guys still hitting on bags.
“How did you mess up?” His question catches me off guard and my head whips around to face him.
I shake my head back and forth, before messing with a frayed string on my shorts. “I don’t want to get into it.”
I look over to see that Tank is nodding his head and messing with a worn piece of the mat. “Do you remember what I did last time you closed yourself off?” At my nod, he continued. “Do you want that to happen again?”
There was one answer to that: no. The last time I was closed off with him, he beat the fuck out of me until I gave in and told him everything that was bothering me. Considering that Tank could stop a damn armor truck with one punch alone I didn’t fancy that idea in the least. But how could you tell someone that you made a complete fool of yourself in front of a girl you were half balls deep in? My explanation alone would get me a slap upside the head, but I knew that Tank wouldn’t stop until he got the truth out of me. Even if I opt to lie to him, he would be able to tell and call me out on it. I didn’t want to open this can of worms, but I knew I had to.
“Don’t laugh, okay?” I ask and look to make sure he agrees.
When he nods his head, I begin. “I was with Sin this weekend.” I wait to hear him blow up, but when he doesn’t, my head automatically turns, and my eyes begin to search his.
He gives me a thin lip smile. “And?”
I cock my head to the side and just stared at him. I thought for sure that he would be going off the deep end right now. Don’t get me wrong, I like level-headed Tank just fine, but I at least thought I would be punched in the face or something.
“And… Last time I brought her up you acted like death was calling on your door.”
He bats my comment away. “That’s because I thought you were going to do something stupid.” He cocks his head to the side as if he’s thinking about something and then says, “You haven’t done anything stupid, have you?”
“Well…”
He turns so he’s facing me and I can’t come to terms with why he isn’t beating the hell out of me right now.
He furrows his brow. “Spill it, Pierce.”
This was going to be so much harder than I imagined. Since he wasn’t beating the shit out of me, I was definitely sure he was going to laugh his ass off. I release a drawn-out breath, look away from him, and then admit to the split second of stupidity.
“Damn, man. We were, uh…” I pause as two of the men from the punching bags walk past us. After they had passed us, I had diarrhea of the mouth. “We were having sex, and when I went to put it in, I was halfway inside and my phone started blinking at me. You know just as well as I do that I cannot just let that happen because it gets under my skin. I was halfway in and I fucking lean over and do the unthinkable.” I rush out and gasp as I came to a stop.
Tank’s eyes grow wide, and he sits back away from me. “You. Did. Not.”
I swallow what little pride I have left and faced him head on. “I was halfway in, and I answer your fucking phone call.”
I see his mouth fall open in shock, and he scrambles away from me. I cock my head to the side and study him. What the fuck? He starts with short, quiet little spurts of laughter. By the time he is done he has tears streaming down his cheeks and the whole damn gym can hear his loud ass.
“And you still have your balls?” he jokes, slapping the shit out of my shoulder as he gets up from the mat. “Pierce, maybe it’s time we had a birds and the bees talk because apparently you learned nothing in school.”
He’s just rubbing salt in the wound, that motherfucker. One of these days he’s going to pay, and I’m going to laugh my ass off when he does. He knows exactly what he’s doing right now. My ego, as well as other places, was bruised to begin with. Damn, all of my friends were bastards. They always hit a man while he was down. Why can’t they just be sympathetic for me? I mean, I almost got my man jewels forced up my throat by a mean right hook.
Motherfuckers.
They have no idea what I had to do to get Sin over to my house. To hell, they would probably laugh some more if they found that shit out. It’s hard enough to admit when a woman you want doesn’t want you. But to know that she doesn’t want you anymore… To add insult to injury, she fucking knew that it was me the entire fucking time—from the beginning of my visits to Get Inked to the other night on my bed.
I wanted to be mad. Hell, I wanted to spank the shit out of her. I don’t like being lead along as if I am some fucking dog or something. And that was exactly what she’d been doing.
I hear the front door to the gym open, and in walk the other Matthew twin and Jace. Great! That’s all I needed. I’ve had a hell of a time trying to figure this shit out, and now Tank was about to throw me to the wolves.
“Sup, Pierce,” Draven greets.
I throw my hand up in greeting but continue to stretch my shit out. I can hear them mumbling in the background just before Jace and his obnoxious ass roars with laughter. I sigh, hang my head, and then chance a glance at them. I see that they’re both ben
t over holding their stomach, tears running down their faces. I am going to fuck every one of these son of a bitches up. I swear to it.
“You can’t even get it in now, Pierce? What the fuck is wrong with you? Limpdick? Do you need some Viagra?” Jace jokes through fits of laughter.
Yeah… Murder one... I’m definitely going to jail tonight.
Chapter Seventeen
Sinclair
“What do you want for dinner tonight?!” I yell into the living room.
The weather outside has officially gone from somewhat bearable to freeze-your-tits-off cold. I haven’t seen Alex since that dreaded night, and I didn’t have even the slightest inkling to see him either.
Okay, so I’m lying. I think about that man constantly. And seeing Triple-A is making things worse for me. I hate that he looks so much like that bastard. My first instinct was to curl up in my bed and never come out again. But I knew that I couldn’t do that and take care of my son at the same time. He needs me, and I know what I get with him. I’m never thrown for a loop. He’s a constant in my life that will never go away. No matter how many times I fuck up, my son will always be there for me.
Unlike his jackass of a father.
I’ve thought several times just to get it over with and tell Alex that Triple-A was his. Maybe then he would run off again, and I could hate him even more. But every time I go to pick up the phone I always talk myself out of it again. I’m officially lost in what I should do. It’s like I’m locked in a dark room, feeling the cold of the winter wind bite against my skin. There are some moments that bring all the memories back to me in a rush and cause me to lose my breath. It feels like my heart is ripping in half.
Will it ever get easier? I know what he did to me shouldn’t have gotten to me as much as it had, but it did. It would have been our second time together. Was I a fool to miss something that I never really had in the first place? Hell yes! Did that make me stop wanting him? No. I still want him with every fiber of my being, and there is nothing that I can do about that. The only thing I can do now is try to make it a day at a time.
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