Of course, Clay has no shame. And given his issues with hospitals, I can't blame him for wanting out of there. LMAO, Makayla and Clay have a wonderful cousin friendship. And what a way to shut Xenia up.
I don’t know how long I’d been asleep, but I know it was not long enough to deal with any bullshit. So when someone came into the bedroom, I freaked. It had been a long day before my creepy neighbor tried to drug me and instead drugged the guy I was hoping to fuck. So it’s been a double-long ass day. I’m in a strange place, and someone just entered what I was told would be a secure apartment. So I did the only logical thing. I reached for the nearest weapon I could find, in this case, an alarm clock, when I heard someone getting closer to the bed. And as soon as they were close enough and pulled the blanket off me, I yelled and lobbed it at them. I figured I’d pay Clay or Makayla back to replace the clock. I just hadn’t expected the intruder to be the rightful occupant of the bed. What was Clay doing here? He’s supposed to be in the hospital overnight for observation. And holy shit, why is he naked? There should be a law about him being naked. It’s unfair for anyone to look that hot
I’d been happy to see Tinkerbell when I had returned from a walk with Makayla. But they didn’t stay, and I knew it was Clay’s fault. That stupid human was ruining this, not just for me but for himself. How can he not realize that Xenia is the perfect match for him? I realized that in moments but it’s been days since she ran off, and now that she’s returned, he managed to offend her, and I fear she may never return. “Why are you in the dumps?” Makayla asked, stretching between my ears. Typically I’d like this and roll to get belly rubs too, but I’m not in the mood. So I huffed and moved further down the sofa so Makayla couldn’t touch me. I know it’s not her fault that Tinkerbell left, but it is her fault they went the other day. If she’d not walked in and made a fuss, Xenia wouldn’t have gotten the wrong impression and stayed; therefore, Tinkerbell would have stayed too. “Oh, come on. I know you’re upset about your not-so-little girlfriend. But don’t take it out on me. I don’t contro
I don’t know if I fell asleep so quickly and soundly because I finally got laid after months of a dry spell, if it was Xenia in bed with me, or just general exhaustion because I was drugged. Maybe a combination of all of the above. Either way, I have slept this soundly in a long time. I’ve also not slept with a woman in years, like sleeping in bed with a woman. Don’t look at me like that. It’s not a big secret that I don’t do commitments. I’m a one-night stand kind of man. And part of that means either the woman or I leave after sex. Yet Xenia didn’t leave, and I had no intention of telling her to either. And I wasn’t going to ask her to sleep elsewhere just because her going home wasn’t an option due to jackass Trevor. The last woman I shared a bed with beyond sex was the one I don’t talk about, even with Reese. Yes, I have kept my secret for ten years from my twin sister. And no, I’m not telling you about it. I’m allowed secrets damn it. Even if Reese and I generally don’t keep th
I don’t know why I was being bashful like that. Clay’s seen me naked twice. So what was the big deal now? Maybe it’s because he touched the tattoo. I shouldn’t be so weird about it. Of course, he’d be interested in the tattoo. Tattoos typically have a meaning to a person, and mine is no different. I still feel like we aren’t close enough to tell him the purpose of my tattoo. Besides, this isn’t the time or place to talk about sad things. Maybe someday, if things go in a serious direction between us, I’ll tell Clay about my tattoo and why I have it. But I’m not banking on that since Clay doesn’t seem like a guy who wants a relationship. He let me stay in his room last night. Because he wanted to get laid, duh, but he’s offered to let Tinkerbell remain with his dog sitter, which implies he’s letting me stay here longer. But that might only be because of the whole Trevor thing. He had issues with Trevor long before meeting me. “Stop overthinking, Xenia.” I scolded myself as I pulled o
Could I have driven her to work in my truck? Of course, I could have. But then, I wouldn’t have had the fun of weaving through traffic with her clinging to me. I don’t think it was a hard choice; any guy would have made the same choice. And it’s not like I needed the truck for hauling anything for work. I'm the foreman at the construction site I am scheduled to be at today, so I don’t need to bring more than myself. Driving my Harley clears my head, and I need a mind wipe. A lot happened these past few days, especially in the last twenty-four hours. Some people would probably say I shouldn’t go to work. To those people, I say fuck off. If I’m at work, my mind will be on the job and not all the shit that’s happened. If I stayed home, I’d overthink and do something stupid. The drive to her job, which I knew where to go because I read the company name over her left breast, was over too quickly. The only way I’d have been willing to stay home is if it was her. I’d been okay with skipping
That asshole! He did that on purpose! It's like last night all over again, except this time, the kiss doesn’t get to turn to me riding that monster in his jeans. And damn it, I don’t know what I’m angrier about. That he used a kiss to shut me up or that It didn’t end in sex. Both. Yeah, it’s both. Granted, I think my vagina needs more time to recover from last night. I sighed and shook my head, heading inside. I barely got to the door when Sara, Robyn, and Shiloh ambushed me. I yelped as they dragged me into the break room and surrounded me. “The hell?” I blinked as I looked at my co-workers. “That’s our question.” Sara countered. “Um.. what’s going on? I need to clock in and get to work.” I rolled my eyes as I tried to get around them. “Not until you dish, girl.” Shiloh shook their head, putting a slender arm out to block me. “Dish? What are you even talking about? Maybe we could move this along if you got to your point.” I sighed. I don’t care that these are my work friends. W
I didn’t get to stick around the construction site long to talk with dad and Tio Kevin. I’d been there for maybe twenty minutes when the door was thrown open, and my annoyed mamãe stepped in, narrowing her eyes around the room till they landed on me. I was pushing thirty, yet I gulped and tried to sink into the chair, wishing I could become invisible like a little kid in trouble. “Clay Ares Nikolaidis!” I gulped again as she used my full name and stormed over to me. I winced, and my shoulders bunched as she grabbed me by the ear. “Not only did you sign yourself out of the hospital against the doctor’s recommendation, but you also didn’t think to call your worried parents to tell us. I barely slept a wink last night worried about you in that hospital.” Mamãe started scolding me. “I made you sonho de doce de leite and a thermos of coffee to bring you so you’d not have to suffer through hospital breakfast and coffee. And instead of finding my son, I am told he left not long after we we
I managed to go the rest of my shift without Robyn, Sara, and Shiloh asking too many personal questions. I say too many, but that doesn’t mean they still didn't ask questions. If they had a spare moment, they’d asked me a question or two, each trying to dig up some juicy gossip about Clay and me. I wasn’t giving them anything. All I did tell them was that we met at the park, walking our dogs. It’s not that I’m not dying to talk to someone about all this. I don’t feel close enough to my coworkers to tell them things. Especially since so much of this involves an ongoing criminal investigation of my neighbor possibly trying to drug me. I don’t know whom I could trust with that. That is why I’m dying to call my sisters. Ofelia and Amaya would lose their minds for multiple reasons. Ofelia would freak out about Trevor trying to drug me, while Amaya would force more on the Clay part. But between them, I know I’d at least get some insight into handling this. I decided I’d call them later and