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I locked it after he was gone last night. It felt like the right thing to do, only now . . . I’m not so sure.
The thought of never getting to experience something like that again saddens me, but it also makes me feel as though there’s something messed up in my head. But I suppose it’s already too late for that. When it comes to me, normal gave up a long time ago.
I hesitate for a moment too long, my hands starting to shake at my side, and I hate how desperately I want him to come back. If I leave the window unlocked, I’m sending him a message, though I’m not entirely sure what that message is. And if I leave it locked . . . doesn’t that also send some kind of message?
Shit.
I’m becoming addicted to my stalker.
My very dangerous stalker.
Not only did he make me come last night, he also told me that he took care of Mason Ledger. That I no longer need to fear him, and I have no idea what that really means. Did he kill him on my behalf? Though one thing is for sure, I’ve only ever spoken to one person about Crew’s brother, and that was Viper.
Is he who’s been sneaking into my apartment all this time? Because if he is, I’m not sure how I feel about that, but on the other hand, don’t I owe it to myself to find out who the hell had their fingers buried deep inside my cunt last night?
All I know is that I need to hurry up and make a decision. I have maybe seven minutes to get my ass to work, and with that, I let out a shaky breath and quickly hurry back across my apartment to unlock the window.
My mind immediately begins to swirl, and as I pull my door open and step out into the hallway, I find Alex standing right in his doorway, that gorgeous body of his on display as he leans against the frame.
A smirk lingers on his lips, and as his dark gaze meets mine, my whole body goes weak. I pause, swallowing hard as a fierce need to throw myself into his arms threatens to consume me. God, why do I have to like him so much?
Alex doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to. I see everything he’s trying to say in those addictive dark eyes—This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.
And before I get the chance to ruin everything and go back on my decision to push him away, I scram down the hall, desperately needing to get out of here.
28
ALEX
Nowayinhellam I about to let this insanely addictive woman walk away from me just as things were starting to get good.
Over my dead fucking body.
It’s too good with her, too real, and I’m not about to let her run away from this. What we have is worth exploring, and fuck, I want to explore it like I never have with anyone else. And sure, maybe that makes me pussy-whipped for feeling this strongly about her so soon, but there’s no doubt in my mind that Kyah means something more.
She’s feisty as fuck, and her attitude is the sexiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I’ve never met anyone who keeps me on my toes the way she does. The second some bullshit comment flies out of my mouth, she throws one right back at me, putting me in my place, and I fucking love it.
She’s the first thing I think of when I wake up, and after finally getting to taste her Saturday night, I know there is no going back for me. Seeing her this morning in the hallway with those big blue eyes, looking at me as though she hasn’t nearly had enough, I know she feels it too.
This isn’t just some one-sided crush. It’s as real as it gets. So, why the fuck did she try to end it? It doesn’t make sense to me, but it won’t be long until I get my answers.
I’ve given her a little over twenty-four hours to sit with her bullshit, and now her time is up. I’m going to get what’s mine.
Grabbing my phone and keys off the counter, I lock up behind me and make my way out of the building. As I hit the street and make my way toward High Voltage Ink, I can’t help but wonder why things changed. Everything was going so well.
Is she able to sense that I haven’t entirely been honest? Can she tell that there’s something more to me, something I’ve hidden away? Because if so, she should run. Just ending things isn’t enough. If she really knew what I was capable of, she’d already be gone, but I could never hurt her. What I did to my mom, I could never do to her.
She’s safe with me. Surely she knows that.
Creeping closer toward High Voltage Ink, I see Kyah’s biker friend, Viper, sitting outside the shop on his phone. As I stride past him toward the door, his narrowed gaze locks on me, and I overhear his conversation.
“The fuck do you mean dead? Someone got at him?” My brows arch, and I find my pace slowing. I knew Viper and his men were into some shady shit, but I didn’t realize just how deep that ran. There’s a slight pause before he barks into the phone again, his gaze falling away from mine. “When? Last night?”
Viper glances through the front window of High Voltage Ink, his gaze focusing heavily on my girl, and I can’t help but wonder if there’s history between them. He looks at her as though he already knows how fucking sweet she tastes.
He mutters something under his breath, and just as I reach for the front door of the shop, Viper takes off, his bike rumbling so loud I feel its vibrations right through my chest.
The bell above the door chimes, alerting everyone to my arrival, and I watch Kyah as her head lifts from the sketchbook. A soft smile lingers on her lips, and as she meets my eyes, that smile falls away and she sucks in the slightest gasp.
