“Just trying to push myself.”
“Or kill yourself,” he says as he walks over to the weights. Ivan is a wall of muscle. He makes weight lifting look effortless.
“Don’t be dramatic. Where’s Tyler?”
“He’s upstairs. Moved him in here where I can keep an eye on him until D gives me the go ahead to end that fucking Timmy scum,” he says, lifting a weight in each hand, taking a turn on curling each weight with his arm. Veins pop out of his forearm and I can’t deny his attractiveness.
That's my problem. I need some action. I need a man.
“Tyler won’t be happy if he sees you looking at his man,” he chuckles, and I scoff.
“In your fucking dreams, Ivan. Only women for me.”
Ivan stops his reps and looks at me and we share a stare for a few seconds, and I want the ground to swallow me up. Does he see it too? He doesn’t say anything though. Just nods, smiles and focuses back on his workout.
“I’m out of here. Have a good workout,” I mutter before leaving, desperate to leave the room. The questioning eyes. What have I done to make anyone think I’m into men? This is Carlos’ fault, all the teasing and flirting in front of the guys. They think I’m the same.
And why the fuck do you care if they know, Simon? Fucking coward.
I need something. I need someone.
Screw it.
11
CARLOS
A fter a long needed shower and food, I can finally relax and slump into my large sofa, glass of whiskey in hand as I watch
the rain get lighter outside. Listening to the patter of rain like my favorite song on replay. Soothing to the soul.
My phone breaks the moment of peace and solace, but I’m never off work, so I have to accept the call. Lucas.
“If you’ve let the fucker escape...” I start to complain, but Lucas interrupts me.
“Give me some credit. You have a visitor.”
“This late? Who?”
He hesitates before leaving me dumbfounded with the answer that nearly has me dropping my glass.
“It's Simon, the guard.”
Well, well, well. This should be interesting.
“Let him up.”
“Okay. If you’re sure. He seems on edge.”
“Just let me see the asshole,” Simon moans in the background.
“We’ll be fine. He’s harmless.”
I end the call and walk over to my door in anticipation of what will arrive. A punch? A kiss? Maybe that last one is wishful thinking. Maybe he just misses me. I open the door and hear the stomping steps before I see the hot dream of a man walk my way. Simon is angry, his usual demeanor, but determined. His hair is wet from the rain outside and he looks like a sinful fucking dream and nightmare rolled into one.
“Little lion, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I say as he forcefully pushes me back into the apartment, using his foot to slam the door behind him. Without any words he grabs my face and forces his lips on mine, pushing my back against the kitchen island. My world is spinning, not only from the shock as this was the last thing I expected tonight, but from the violence of this kiss as he bites and destroys my mouth. Tongues and teeth, hard hands pulling at my neat hair. Does he think he is in control? Not on my watch.
I grab his throat and pull away to catch my breath, and spin us so he is the one against the worktop.
