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“Sutton, you’re free to go.” I swipe away the tears, sit up and look over at the guard confused as hell. The moment she opens the cell, I clamp my mouth closed and decide not to ask questions and just get the fuck out of here. The moment I’m handed back my things and told to stay out of trouble, I book it out of the precinct after agreeing to show up for my court date. Stepping outside I breathe in the nighttime air and sigh. It’s cold out, so I tug my jacket closed at the front and descend the concrete stairs only to slam to a halt when I see a teal Maserati MC20 Cielo Spyder, the exact same model as the one I burnt out earlier today. The moment the driver’s side opens, I know who it is already. The smug son of a bitch stands there with a smirk on his face.
“Jail bait, good to see you again.” My nostrils flare and my body stiffens at the sight of the man I hate more than anything in this fucking cruel world.
“I would have rather walked in on my parents fucking than be seeing you again.” The ghost of a smile drops from his face at the harsh tone of my voice, his eyes harden as he looks me over.
“Get in.”
“I’d rather crawl across shards of glass than go anywhere with a murderer like you.” My words hit their mark, his face morphs into a look of pain. Good, I want him to feel every ounce of pain I do.
“Get in the car, Alexa.”
I scoff and shake my head as I take two steps forward, leaving an inch of space between me and the car as I stare directly into his eyes. “Go fuck yourself, Corvin,” I spit and turn on my heel, I make it two steps before his words have me freezing.
“You’ll be breaking your bail conditions.”
I slowly turn to face him, the devilish glint in his eyes tells me I’m about to be blindsided. “What conditions?” I force each word out through clenched teeth.
He smiles smugly and winks–he fucking winks at me like we are old chums! “You needed an address to be bailed too and Troy, my lawyer gave them mine since we found out you don’t have one and have been living in the abandoned house off Trolsone.” My eyes widen a fraction. I look him over and admit to myself that I have clearly underestimated him, he isn’t just some dumb rich jock.
“Fuck you very much, dickface, but I’ll pass,” I snarl as I attempt to leave again, but this time I don’t even make it a step before his words force me to a stop yet again.
“All your shit is in the trunk. I cleared that shit hole of a house out. You walk away now, Alexa, and I walk my ass in that station and snitch you out. They’ll lock your little ass up until your court date. Now, get the fuck in the car because my patience is running the fuck out.”
The pair of us stand here glaring at each other, his eyes spark with fire the longer he stares at me, that dead look he’s been sporting for weeks slowly fades and I fucking hate it! I want this son of a bitch to feel every ounce of pain I feel. I want him to suffer and feel like he is suffocating every day he wakes up like I am. He doesn’t deserve to live. But, an idea strikes, if I have to stay with him that means I can fuck shit up for him from the inside.
I smile wide and act like a ditsy blonde twirling my hair around my index finger and bite my bottom lip. I fucking love how his face drops and he straightens at the sight. He knows I’m up to something and clearly, he is regretting ever allowing his address to be used now.
“Well, when you put it like that, stud, who am I to refuse you and your kind offer?” I make sure to put on the best southern drawl I can. He eyes me skeptically as I make my way over to the car, open the door and claim my seat. It takes him a couple of seconds before he folds his tall muscular body into the car. The moment he closes the door the car suddenly feels too small, his scent and sheer nearness overwhelm me. I shift until I’m plastered against the door getting as far away from the reaper as I can. He pushes the button and the engine roars to life. I fucking love cars, I’m not a girly girl like my sisters. I love engines and getting dirty. If I had my way there would be no college and I would be an apprentice at a mechanic’s shop learning to rebuild engines.
The radio plays softly in the background as he pulls out into traffic, the tension radiating between us so thick I can taste it on the tip of my tongue. I fucking hate him. He knows I hate him, so why the hell would he invite me back to his place to stay? How the hell does he know I have been staying in that rundown house, because I sure as fuck have never told him or anyone for that matter—I mean, it’s not like I have any friends. Girls hate me because I’m too manly for them apparently, guys just want to fuck me, and since Jason, I have no interest in anything to do with the opposite sex. Corvin’s phone rings through the Bluetooth of the phone and the name that flashes on the screen of the radio has me frowning.
He sighs before he hits decline on the steering wheel. The phone immediately starts to ring again, this time he answers. “What do you want, Darius?” he grits out.
“Hello to you too, asshole.” I smirk, at least I’m not the only one who thinks he’s an asshole then.
“Get to the point.” Cody told me that Corvin was tight with his friends. She said they were as close as brothers, but the tone and the way he is tense next to me tells me a different story.
“Why the fuck do I have Troy cancelling a meeting with me in three weeks because of some fucking court case in North Carolina?” I swing my gaze to him and stare, he keeps his eyes forward and refuses to look at me.
“Some shit went down, I need him here. Find another lawyer,” he clips out.
“See, I was going to do that but Goldie asked if you were in some type of trouble. Dear old Troy explainedyouweren’t the one going to court but Alexa-fucking-Sutton is!” Darius’s voice has risen now. “Why the fuck are you with Cody’s little sister, Corv? That girl wants to murder you in your sleep and now she is in NC with you and—”
I cut Darius off. “Well, because we’re fucking, duh.” Corvin finally turns to me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. I wink and smack my lips together blowing him a kiss. Darius splutters on the other end of the phone and Corvin quickly ends the call before he can say anything else. I sit back in my chair and smile triumphantly.
“Why the fuck would you tell him that?” The indignation in his tone is clear but I don’t give a shit. “Answer me, Alexa!” Hearing my name come out of his mouth does me in. I snap my gaze to him and make sure he can see the pure unfiltered hatred I feel for him in my eyes.
“Fuck. You.” I grit my teeth and try to tamper the fury burning inside me. The prick just keeps his gaze forward and doesn’t seem the least bit offended by my words.
“Been there, done that.” His comeback has my eyes widening and me recoiling back into my seat huffing, that was never supposed to happen. The night before Cody’s funeral I just needed to get away from everything, so I snuck out and went to a dive bar. I saw Corvin sitting there and had planned to fuck with him but then Jason walked in behind me. We argued, Corvin stepped in when Jason raised his hand and threw him out of the bar before the owner could. He bought me a drink to help me calm down. That drink turned into ten, then before I knew what was happening, we were laughing, then stumbling back to his motel where he fucked my brains out and made me come harder than I ever have before—granted, I’ve never actually come by the hands of another before him.
Guilt eats at me daily that I allowed myself to get distracted and fell into the trap that is Corvin Williams but never again.
* * *
We pull into the parking garage of his building and I marvel at it, this place is freaking huge! He parks the car and we both climb out, then he grabs my bags and carries them over to the lifts. I follow silently after him. The moment the doors open, we step into the small metal box and I wish I could say I was surprised when he pushes the lone ‘P’for penthouse, but I’m not. The guy is loaded and has no problem showing off his wealth. He puts in a code on the little keypad and then the elevator begins to move. I make sure to keep a couple feet of space between us. I don’t know what he’s playing at here but I’ll be damned if he catches me off my game again. The doors open and it takes more control than I want to admit to not allow my jaw to hit the floor, the opulent beauty of this place is awe-inspiring. It’s like a magazine came to life. Chandeliers, white couches, paintings on the walls, art pieces on stands. I stumble after him, trying to take it all in. Floor-to-ceiling windows in the large living room that overlooks the city, the kitchen is just as impressive, with white marble counters, and stainless-steel appliances. I spy a spiral staircase, but he continues past the kitchen to a small hallway.
“Door on the right is the laundry, second on the left is the gym and this…” he says as he comes to a stop at the door at the end of the hallway and pushes it open, “… is your room for the time being.” I stand in the doorway stunned as he enters and drops my meager possessions on the end of the bed. The room has the fluffiest carpet I have ever seen, solid dark wash dressers and side tables. The bed itself is huge, with a thick wooden headboard and footboard. “Closet is there,” he says, pointing to a door I didn’t see off to the side. He points to the one next to it. “That’s the bathroom but the shower needs to be fixed so you’ll have to use the one in my room.” I’m too busy taking in the large space to notice he has moved and now stands a foot away from me. “I’ll order some takeout and leave you to settle in.” For a moment our eyes lock, I see all the different emotions swirling in the depths of his eyes, but the most prominent is wonder. Before I can ponder that thought any longer, he slips past me and closes the door quietly behind himself.
