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“You fucking ruined us!” he shouts. His outburst shocks the hell out of me that I don’t even realize I’ve leapt off the arm of the sofa until he closes the space between us and scowls down at me.
“I-I didn’t do anything,” I weakly protest. His eyes darken further, the anger I thought had lessened earlier has returned tenfold.
“You dirty little liar. You turn up at my house, tell me you’re pregnant and then three days later disappear without a fucking trace except for a fucking letter!” I stumble back a step and shake my head denying his claim.
“I never left you a letter.”
“Bullshit!” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and holds it out to me. I tentatively reach out and grab it with shaky fingers. Unfolding the paper I can already tell it isn’t my writing, taking a deep breath I read the letter.
Rook,
By the time you read this I’ll already be hundreds of miles away. Don’t try to find me.
I dealt with the problem, you don’t have to worry anymore I took care of it. Whatever this was between us is over, you’re no good for me.
Clare.
I grit my teeth and squash the paper in my fist as I stare up at him vibrating with rage. “How the fuck could you have thoughtIwrote that stupid ass letter?” I don’t give him a chance to answer. “You really think I would have called our child anit? You clearly didn’t know me as well as I thought you did if you believe this bullshit!” I scream as I throw the ball of paper at him and storm out of the room. I can’t stomach the sight of him right now! I hear his footsteps chase after me but I don’t stop until I reach my room. I’m tempted to slam the door but I know Rook and a door won’t stop him from getting to me. I keep my back to him as I ruffle through my bag to find some clothes to wear to work.
“Don’t fucking walk away from me!” he shouts. I continue to ignore him as I pull out some jeans and a long-sleeve shirt I snagged from the clearance section at Target. I don’t have an ensuite in my room like Luka does, so I turn and pin him with a look that I hope readsget the hell out.
“You can leave now. I have somewhere to be.” The words have just left my mouth when he eats up the distance between us, wraps his hand around my throat and slams me back against the wall. I should be terrified at the position I’m in but I’m not. Rook can talk a big game and claim he hates me but the truth is, I know him. Rook would never hurt me, his body and words say one thing but his eyes give him away. I see the longing and love in them even when he thinks he’s masked his emotions perfectly.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growls right in my face.
“Unlike you, some of us actually have to work for a living so we can keep a roof over our heads.” His brows furrow and I can see the confusion in his eyes.
“What?” I roll my eyes and fight the urge to shove him back. I know he wouldn’t willingly hurt me but I also know that from the last time I touched him that physical contact triggers him and this time I don’t think anyone will be coming to my rescue.
“I have a job. Which I will be late for if you don’t unhand me and back up.” For three seconds he stands there unmoving and unblinking so I decide to throw caution out the window and reach up to grip the hand that is currently locked around my throat. I hold his gaze the entire time as I grip his hand and pull it away. His eyes track my movements almost like he is shocked my touch hasn’t set him on fire. Deciding to push my luck further I interlock our fingers and reach up with my free hand to cup his cheek bringing his gaze back to me. The vulnerability in his eyes sears me, I hate that look and never want to see it on him again. “I’m so sorry.”
He darts his tongue out to moisten his lips and like a moth to a flame I track each of his movements. Flashes of memories play on a reel in my mind of what that tongue tastes like and what he can do with it. I can only imagine how much better he is at using it now after years of experience.
“I wish that was enough,” he whispers as he steps back, causing my arms to drop back to my sides. I sigh and nod, knowing that he isn’t ready to hear the truth from me. I brush past him and decide that if he isn’t going to give me privacy, I’ll change right here with him in the room. I keep my back to him as I grip the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. His sharp intake of breath has me feeling emboldened. I pop the button on my shorts next and push them down my legs. I’m so thankful I decided to wear my black lace panties and a matching black bra rather than my normal cotton ones. I grab my jeans off the bed and shimmy into them. Just as I reach for my shirt, I’m spun around and shoved onto the bed. Rook looms above me with a heated look in his eyes but I can also see uncertainty in his gaze.
“You… I don’t want you,” he says out loud but more to himself so I don’t answer. “I hate you for what you did but… I can’t fucking stay away from you.” I push up from the bed and stand, he’s close that our chests touch. I crane my neck to meet his hooded gaze. My breaths are coming in fast pants, my body is buzzing with awareness at how close he is to me. I open my mouth to speak but the words die on my tongue when he bends down and smashes his lips against mine. I gasp into his mouth, his tongue plunges inside my mouth and I moan at the taste of him. I reach out and grip the lapels of his jacket, that move seems to snap him out of the moment and he yanks back so fast he stumbles until he smacks against the wall.
We both stand here staring at each other in shock at what just happened. His chest is rising and falling in quick succession. I see the fight or flight cross his features, I don’t know what possesses me to blurt the words but I do.
“Don’t go.” I blindly reach behind me for my shirt as I quickly yank it on and stare at him only to see he hasn’t moved an inch. “Come to work with me and then maybe we can just… hang out after?” No words are exchanged for a minute. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until the air rushes out of me when he nods curtly and excitement at the prospect of spending the afternoon with Rook thrums through me.
Rook
I’ve been following her around this place for hours watching as she plays with all the animals. I get her love for cats and dogs but the fucking birds and reptiles I don’t fucking understand! The girl has no fucking fear. She just picked a snake up like it was nothing as Amber–the manager–grabbed a clutch of snake eggs out from under it. I’ve barely said two words to her since the kiss, I don’t know what the fuck to say. The truth is I’m fucking shocked I managed to not black out and hurt her like last time, I even got hard at seeing her in that lace set. I haven’t gotten hard since… since I was in Russia. I text Opal on our way here and told her I needed to see her tomorrow. She was quick to agree.
Clare’s words from the other night have been on repeat in my mind. Am I choosing to wallow in this darkness? I want to say no but then another part of me, a small part keeps whispering that I am and I hate that voice for causing me to doubt myself. I’ve even hung out with Koby and the twins a lot in the past week when Knight isn’t around. Shit, I even hung out with Kiara and Car and met my new nephew and niece. I don’t know why I can stand to be around the girls but throw my brother’s in the mix and I’m out. I mean, I can stomach being around Gage but the other three, nah. I’m so angry and bitter toward them. Car and I make small talk but the truth is, I don’t really know my sister anymore. She has changed so much—she’s a wife and mother now. She’s not my Car anymore, she’s Vin’s.
“Rook?” I shake my head to clear my thoughts and turn to look at Clare who in some weird pen cage looking thing kneeling down and playing with a… is it a fucking rat?
“What the hell is that?” I can hear the horror in my own voice, she rolls her eyes and smiles down at thething.
“Don’t listen to the mean manBob, you’re beautiful.” I scrunch my face up.
“It’s name is Bob?” She glares playfully up at me as she scoops the thing into her arms and stands, coming closer, causing me to back up a step.
“Bob is a Yorkshire terrier and the runt of his litter. His mother didn’t want him so she refused to feed him. He’s eight weeks old and isn’t he so cute?” She has to be out her fucking mind. This black, blue and white multi colored dog is not fucking cute, it looks like a hairy fucking rat!
“It looks like a–” She pins me with a warning look that has me clamping my mouth closed and fighting not to laugh. Just the notion of me wanting to laugh has my mood spiraling. Whenever I’m around her, I’ve noticed that I forget everything and how I’m feeling. Which is why I turn and leave, ignoring her calls for me to come back.
