He doesn’t pull out or move. Just stays inside me.
“I shouldn’t be so rough with you.” My head is in his neck, and his voice is almost a caress in my ear.
“I love it,” I whisper, prompting him to pull out.
As my legs drop to the dirt, I stare at him. “What’s wrong?”
He pulls up his jeans and tosses me my leggings. I catch them.
“Get dressed.”
I’m barely able to stand, and he looks like he wants to drop me off at the nearest bus station. I slide off his seat, and by slide, I mean slide like a snail, leaving a slimy wet trail. My legs shake, my vagina throbs, and as I bend down to put my leggings back on, his seed drips down my thigh.
“Do you have a Kleenex?” I snip, straightening so he can see the massive amount of milky white cum drip out of me.
“Christ.” He scrubs his hands up and down his face, then drops them as his eyes rake over my body.
This is exactly why I never get close to people, why I’m turning twenty in less than a month and I’m only having sex now. Something always goes wrong.
Bad luck.
All I want to do is get away from him and these emotions. “Never mind.” My hands shake as I try to slip my legs into my dance pants.
“Just stop.” He sighs and takes out his knife to cut the bottom of his T-shirt off. Squatting down, he cleans me.
It’s so uncomfortable. He doesn’t say anything; it’s not needed. This is almost pathetic in how cliché it is. He fucked me and now he’s done. He warned me he wasn’t good, but he’s the absolute worst.
“Thank you.” I slap his hands away. His giant cock has dumped so much sperm inside me that more trickles out. We’ll be here all day.
My legs are working again as I pull on my dance pants. Grabbing one tennis shoe, I spin around to find the other one that I guess I kicked a few feet away.
He lights up a cigarette and I can’t help but roll my eyes. Asshole.
“Let’s go.” He bites down on the tip of the cigarette as he starts up his bike.
“No thanks. I need to walk. You go ahead. I know you’re a busy man.” I hate that the bitterness is so obvious in my voice, but the more I look at his beautiful face, the more I hate him.
I toss off his jacket and start walking. This stings. In fact, it sucks. And as soon as I’m alone, I’ll cry over him, but at least it’s better to have the pain now.
He catches the jacket. I wanted it to hit him in the face. Unfortunately he has great reflexes.
“Get on. I don’t have time for this childish shit.” He walks the bike toward me. The sun is so blinding that without his helmet, I have to shield the light from my eyes.
“Look. I’m trying to make this easy for you. You helped me out yesterday. You got what you wanted, and I got what I wanted. But now it’s done,” I say as I march to stand under a tree.
“If you make me get off the bike, Antoinette, it won’t be pleasant. Put on my jacket and my helmet and get the fuck on. Your skin is already turning red.”
When he throws the jacket back at me, thankfully I catch it. We both stare at each other as if at war, his eyes shooting daggers at me while I’m trying to catch my breath.
He needs to get us out of here, so I slip on the jacket and walk toward him. He dumps the helmet on me and knocks my hands away to fasten it under my chin.
I don’t care what he thinks, and I wasn’t joking—he helped me and now I’m done. But first, I need to get off this hill.
ANTOINETTE
This time it seemed way longer to get out of Griffith Park than it did coming in. And even longer of a drive to get to the diner he’s finally pulling into.
Out Takes Diner.
Great. Exactly where I want to eat. Another diner.
Although I’m starving and I should be happy to be fed, I thought he was gonna drop me off and say good luck. So, the fact that we’re getting off the bike to eat is fantastic. Not quite sure what time it is, but if the heat coming through his leather jacket is any indication, I would say we’re getting near noon. Hopping to the pavement, I jerk the helmet off and toss it to him.
“Hold on a second.” He grabs my arm before I can march into the place.
“What?” I ask, my voice sharp. If he says anything mean right now, I may get violent with him. He looks at me as if judging to see how I’ll react.
“Don’t make a scene,” he says under his voice, taking my hand. As he opens the door, I almost sigh as the cool air hits my hot face.
“I need the restroom.” But he still holds on to me as he nods at some blonde who waves back but doesn’t look thrilled to see us. The place is pretty busy for being noonish. The diner I quit from was dead as soon as breakfast was over.
He pulls me over to a table that has a poster of Breakfast of Tiffany’s. Each table seems to have a movie theme.
I like it: clever and fun. The walls are eggshell white, and I sink into the black booth, glaring at him as he scoots in on the other side.
“I need to use the restroom,” I hiss, stopping as the blonde walks up.
She’s dressed in tight white jeans and a low-cut T-shirt that has Out Takes written on the boobs. I almost sulk at her breasts. They’re huge.
“Axel.” She nods then looks at me. Suddenly I’m uncomfortable. She is 100 percent checking me out. God, did he fuck her? Is that why she’s not even trying to hide her staring?
“Cindy.” He reaches to take the menus from her and hands one to me.
“Get Charlie. I need to talk to her.” He reclines so that his back is to the window.
“She’s busy. How can I help?” She smiles, her boobs jiggling.
Before he can say anything else, she turns to me and holds out her hand. “I’m Cindy.” Her nails are a pretty shade of pink with not a chip on them. She’s also wearing heeled boots. Her makeup is perfect, and she smells like an exotic flower.
Holy God. He did fuck her. Why else would she be introducing herself to me?
“I’m Candy.” I flash her a phony smile that only causes her glossed-up pink lips to smirk.
“Stop it,” Axel grumbles. “This is Antoinette. Go get Charlie.”
She sighs dramatically and smiles over at another booth where two men in suits are seated. “I’ll tell her, but can I take your order, sir?”
“Christ, really Cindy?” He stares at her, and it’s not friendly. She stares back the same way.
Does everyone hate him? I have a quick moment of compassion for him. I get that all the time and it hurts.
“What can I get for you two?”
He sighs. “Two coffees, two egg-and-spinach omelets, and some fruit.” He looks at me. “And a bagel with the homemade jam.” And there goes my feeling sorry for him. I didn’t even get to look at the menu.
“No bacon?” She smiles again at him.
“Yeah add bacon. And a side of avocado, and Cindy? I’m not kidding. Get me Charlie.” She rolls her eyes.
“Where’s your restroom?” She stops and smiles at me, and it’s not a jealous smile. If anything, it’s almost like she’s excited, as if she has a huge secret that she’s dying to tell.
“It’s over at the front. Follow me.”
Not looking at him, I slide out and follow her. My hand goes to check my hair, and I wish I hadn’t. That helmet did a number on my locks and my fingers are stuck in the mess it left behind.
“So… Antoinette is it?”
“Yes.” I hold my shoulders back as she turns to look at me. I should have taken off Axel’s jacket.
“I’m fascinated. How long have you been with Axel?”
Suddenly she’s got her hand on my arm, guiding me to a corner. What the hell is wrong with everyone?
“Look. We don’t have much time.”
She glances around like we’re being watched. We’re stuck in a dark corner. Who’s watching us?
“I’m dying. How old are you and where did he find you? I mean you are not the usual type.” Her eyes go up
and down my body. I go to answer, then shut my mouth because she’s talking again.
“Holy fuck. This is Axel we’re talking about. Axel.” She hasn’t let go of my arm and her nails are digging into my skin despite the thick leather.
“Look. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not with him. I’m a dancer he’s helping out. And as soon as someone named Edge or Derrick comes back, I’ll be gone.”
I walk around her. Swinging the door open to the restroom, I run into a stall and lock myself in. I grab a seat cover and have to peel my leggings down. They’re a disaster—covered in his semen and sticking to me.
God, I’m a mess. I clean myself up with toilet paper and decide that I need to text Crystal and beg her to let me start dancing tonight. Because I can’t stay with Axel.
When I open the stall door, there’s Cindy waiting for me, her arms crossed, leaning on the counter.
“Look.” She holds up a hand. “I’m sorry. You don’t know me. I was just surprised to see someone with Axel.”
I sigh. Everything is out of control, and talking to girls who might be interested in Axel is not my top priority. I move to wash my hands.
“I suppose you want to know how big his cock is? So, here it is.” I motion with my hands to indicate his length, splattering both of us with water. She looks at my hands then wipes her face, biting her lip so as not to laugh.
“Um. Well, I’m glad to know the rumors are true. But that’s not why I’m in here.” She turns to look at herself in the mirror, brushing a few more droplets off her cheeks.
Perfect. I’m sure she thinks I’m crazy, but in my defense, who does this to a stranger?
“I… I thought for sure that’s what you wanted to know… Oh God.” I lean my hands against the sink area.
“I know.” She shakes her head.
“I need to make a call. Can you excuse me?”
“Sure.” Her eyes are too kind and understanding for my taste. I move around her so that I can go back to Axel. Amazingly, I’d rather be around him.
As I turn the corner and head toward the table, a tall, thin woman looks to be arguing with Axel.
“Great.” My head pounds. As I get closer, they both turn to look at me. She’s beautiful, with wavy dark hair that hangs down to her butt, but it’s her golden eyes that make her so striking. Remaining silent, I slip into the booth and shimmy out of his jacket, causing the dark beauty to cock her head at Axel.
“Antoinette, this is Charlie. She owns the diner and she’s your new boss. You can start tomorrow.” A busboy walks up with our food, setting a plate in front of us.
“What?” I croak
She sighs and pinches the top of her nose.
“Axel, I swear to God.” She drops her hand and slides in next to him, crossing her hands.
“I don’t understand.” And I don’t. Right when I’m about to text Crystal, Axel decides to get me a waitress job? Not that there’s anything wrong with waitressing besides the fact that I can’t support myself waiting tables.
She holds up her hand to stop Axel from speaking. She seems calm, rather professional. I like her.
“I need to know that you’re serious. I have a full staff, but as Axel is… family”—she looks over and smiles at him—“I would be happy to have you.”
I reach for my coffee and take a sip. It’s actually good. For a diner.
“Thanks, but I’m a dancer.” I look at my breakfast and feel my stomach grumble.
“I’m confused. Axel?” She turns to look at him.
“She’ll start tomorrow.” He doesn’t even look up and keeps eating as he texts on two phones.
“Right.” She stands and looks at me. “Welcome. Hopefully you’ll be happy here.” It’s strained as if she’s being made to do this and I guess she is. God, this is all-around humiliating.
I look down at my plate. Let’s be honest. I can’t handle being a charity case. That’s worse than anything. It’s why I wanted the job at the Pussycat. Change my luck, make some money, dig myself out of this mess.
“Antoinette?” His voice brings me back to him, her, the diner.
“Sorry. Thank you, that’s so kind.” I smile at both of them because the one thing I got from my father is good manners and to say yes to everything. Not that it did him any good. If anything, it probably led to his downfall.
Cindy walks up with a menu and hands it to me. “I couldn’t help but overhear. Here’s a menu. You should memorize it tonight.” She looks over at Axel. “And if you need me to pick her up, give me a call.”
His eyes narrow and he smirks. “Thanks, Cindy. Ryder didn’t tell me you were so giving.”
“Oh my God. Axel, you dick—”
“Come on, Cindy. Stop engaging.” Charlie grabs her arm, dragging her away as she says something about calling Eve.
“You’re a popular guy,” I say.
Picking up my fork, I place my napkin on my lap and consider what to do. I guess if I truly want my luck to change, I need a job. Technically, I’m not allowed back at the Pussycat and this is a great place, so it’ll have to do.
“Here.” He hands me an iPhone. I barely have time to swallow my bite. “That’s your new phone.”
I blink at him as my fork drops with a clank on the plate. “What?” I hiss.
“I need you to be untraceable.”
Blinking at him, I clear my throat. “What does that mean? I mean thank you, for the job and now a phone, but I’d rather have my old one seeing as it has all of my life in it.”
“Use this one for now. And never put your life in a phone.” He lifts his hips as he pulls his wallet out.
“Eat up. Time to go.” He pulls out some cash, then picks up his cup of coffee.
“I want my old phone now,” I hiss. An older couple walks by smiling at us like they think we’re cute, and I have to fight rolling my eyes. Instead I smile and return my attention to him.
He sits there, relaxing with his coffee. The one thing I’ve now learned about Axel is he’s smart and he knows it. You can’t come at him in anger as that gives him all your power.
Picking up the new silver phone, I say, “I’m sure you thought to transfer all my numbers, right?”
He smiles and when he takes another sip of coffee, I hate that I’m drawn to his full lips. For the first time, I notice the initials MJ tattooed on his right hand.
I look down at my food. It’s delicious, but I’ve lost my appetite. The phone was bad enough. Firing me from the Pussycat? Shit. Fucking me then acting like a dick? Horrible. But having another girl’s initials tattooed is the final straw for me today.
Forcing myself, I start to eat. This is absurd. He has tattoos all over his body. God only knows how many women he’s been with.
And suddenly I think I might throw up. “How many women have you been with?”
I stare at his hand and can’t help but look into his eyes.
“Why? More than you,” he says like the dick he is. No wonder all the women hate him.
“I’ll tell you why. You have decided to put my life at risk, and like an idiot, I’ve only now realized it.”
I grab my coffee with so much force it spills on my shirt. Ignoring it, I act like I meant to do it because he’s getting ready to laugh at me and I’m not sure what I’ll do if he does.
“You’re on the pill, so you’re fine.”
He said it so arrogantly I can’t help but retort, “You sure about that?”
Now his eyes do change. Gone is all the playfulness and for a second, I almost assure him he’s fine. But instead, I hold my head high as our eyes battle. He raises a dark brow at me. I think a busboy comes over to ask if we’re okay, although I can’t be sure since all sound is gone except for my own breathing.
“Well, darlin’, if you’re so ready for me to knock you up… that’s fine. I’ve found I love babies.” His eyes are serious.
“Don’t call me darlin’,” I hiss at him.
This time he grins, and the sound of a phone
vibrating makes me want to look down, but I would rather take poison than look away now.
This I can control and I’m not losing this battle.
Axel wanting kids has thrown me, but there’s no way I’ll admit it. The phone buzzes again like an annoying bee. Thankfully he’ll have to look at it.
He doesn’t.
He simply sits across from me, relaxed, as if he knows my game, secrets, everything. Neither of us blinks, or breathes for that matter. My freakin’ chest is burning. And right when I’m about to cave, he kills me.
He smiles and winks.
Winks.
Then picks up his phone.
“What?” he blurts into the phone, but his eyes twinkle with amusement when he looks at me.
I hate him.
“I’ll be there soon.” He hangs up and grabs his wallet. “We’ve gotta go. Now.”
AXEL
“That’s wrong, Jewel,” I say, almost wanting to slap her hand. I don’t, but I want to. What the hell is wrong with everyone?
“Axel, I’m trying, but all of this is a lot.” Her brown eyes fill with tears and I have to bite back what I want to say, which is, if you can’t remember shit getting high… you can’t smoke at work. Which is stupid, and unreasonable, but is it?
Jewel is hands down one of my best growers. She also manages a couple of our shops. It’s essential that she take these new security measures seriously. I breathe in and out through my nose. Patience is not my strong suit.
“Jewel, it’s not negotiable. Let’s do it again,” I say, my voice tight.
She bursts into tears. Fucking perfect.
“I need a minute.” She rushes outside, leaving me with Rip who looks like he wants to kick my ass if the clenching and unclenching of his fists is any indication.
“Not a fucking word.” I point at him.
“Are you kidding me?” he snarls. “Jewel is like goddamn Bambi. You literally just kicked Bambi. Are you happy?”
I sigh and rub the back of my neck. Am I happy? No. Nothing lately is making me happy, but what does that have to do with anything?
“Axel, why are you here?” He throws his hand up and moves into my space. “You’re making everyone nervous and upset.” His laid-back persona is gone.
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