Chapter Three

Chrissy

“I got some secrets I forgot to mention

Haven't learned my lesson

I've got some damn bad intentions

I see the world in 25 dimensions

I've seen evil reign over perfection

Blood heat over tension

And I know” - Niykee Heaton

I cannot believe I let him come in here and do that to me. Well, I can because let’s be honest, the man is a master.

I have to get him out of here though.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, babe.” He pulls on his briefs and jeans before flopping down on my couch and opening the take-out bag.

“Hell no, that shit is not yours.” I move to grab the bag from him but he quickly switches arms and I can’t reach it.

“I paid for it.” He laughs as he starts to go through the contents. “You ordered a lot of food.”

“What can I say?” I shrug at him. “A girl needs her options, one thing for too long gets boring.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “Yea? I’d say the way you were screaming was the farthest thing from boring.”

Asshole.

“You need to go, Rock. I meant what I said about us being done. I’m moving on.” I turn away from him so he can’t see the indecision on my face.

“The fuck you are.” I hear the crumple of the paper bag. “Maybe the pussies you’ve dated in the past have accepted that shit, but babe, that ain’t me. I’ve had a taste of you and I have no intention of being without you.” I can feel him behind me. My body wants to step back into him.

I force my feet to stay where they are. “Well, you better come to terms with it, because that’s what’s happening.”

He spins me to face him. “No, I’ll tell you what’s happening. You’re gonna try to fight this, to fight me. The difference this time is that it won’t work. You’re mine. I’m fucking claiming you tomorrow. I’ll be there every time you think you’re gonna be going out with some asshole. Every time you’re out, I’ll be there. Until you accept the fact that you’re not getting rid of me.” His hands cup my face. “You, Chrissy Daniels, are mine.”

“And if I don’t want to be?” My voice shakes no matter how much I try to stop it.

“If I actually bought that bullshit, I wouldn’t be here.” He walks back over to the couch. “Now I’m gonna eat some of this food and watch TV. You’re welcome to join me.” He strolls over to the couch and opens my food dipping a fork in and taking a bite.

Anger spikes inside of me, then he turns on the TV.

Fucking ESPN.

That shit does not get watched here.

Tonight was supposed to be an eat shitty food, and binge watch Netflix until I pass out night.

Goddamn men ruin everything.

My fists clench as I watch him make himself at home.

I go to my room slamming the door, locking it, and heading for my stash of junk food in the nightstand.

I really need to move.

***

I wake up way too hot.

My chest is heavy.

Opening my eyes, I see Rock laying down next to me.

How the hell did he get in here? And why is he still here? I figured he’d get bored and leave. Did he really mean all that crap he said last night? It sounded great but I know how this will end.

I’ll fall for him, believe all his bullshit, and then get crushed in the end. Hopefully before we bring any kids into the picture and screw them up in the process. Did I just think about having kids with him?

I’m losing it.

I lift my leg up and give him a hard kick rolling him a few inches and making him fall off the bed. I start laughing so hard that it hurts to breathe. It only gets worse when his head peeks over the side of the bed.

There’s a mix of anger and confusion on his face. “What the fuck, Chris?”

“Maybe next time you won’t come where you aren’t invited.”

“If I remember correctly I was invited to come last night.” He smirks at me.

I grab my pillow hitting him in the face with it. “You’re disgusting. How the hell did you even get in here?”

“The lock on your door is pretty shitty. All I had to do was stick my license through and it popped right open.” He shrugs as he slips his jeans on.

I roll my eyes in irritation, then narrow them at him. “Right, I forgot you were a criminal.”

“Don’t pretend like that shit doesn’t turn you on.”

“Fuck you.”

“Later, babe. I have something I need to do in an hour.” He leans over kissing me.

“No, no later.” I stand up tugging my t-shirt down lower. “I meant what I said last night, Rock.”

“So did I, babe.” He walks out of the room before I can respond.

A part of me kind of hopes that’s true.

That must be the glutton for punishment inside of me.

Sorry to disappoint but there is no way that’s happening.

As much as Rock is sure I’ll give in, I’m determined not to.

I decide to go to the gym and take out my aggravation there. Running a few miles on the treadmill always helps me to clear my head, or at least exhausts me enough that thinking takes too much effort.

The rest of the day is filled with mindless errands and me pretending that every time I check my phone it isn’t with a hope that Rock texted me. I decide to text my friend, Anna, to see what she’s doing tonight. She always seems to know when anything is happening.

Me: I neeeeeeed to get out tonight. Drinks? Boys?

Anna: My favorite combination, haha. I’m heading to a new bar that opened tonight. Want to join?

Me: Hell yes.

Smoothing my hair into place I take one last look in the mirror. I opted for a little black dress tonight. It’s a strapless dress that has a small slit running up my thigh. It’s so form fitting that a part of me is scared it might actually rip on me.

I want to let loose, have a few drinks, and find someone to make me forget about Rock. I’m sure it’s all I need.

A distraction.

Someone new.

No leather, no cocky smirk, and no caveman tendencies.

My phone dings letting me know that my ride is here. I text Anna in the car and she’s already there. My phone buzzes and when I look at it I see the last person I expected.

Rock: You look hot tonight.

My eyes dart around me.

Get a grip Chrissy.

He’s just messing with you. I slip my phone into my purse deciding to ignore it and not let him ruin my night.

Pulling up to the bar I groan as I take in the long line. When I get out, I start to move to the back, then I hear my name. Turning around I see Anna waving at me from the exit door.

“Hey, Johnny, she’s with us,” she says to the bouncer. He gives me a nod and Anna pulls me into the bar. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

I give her a hug. “I needed this. Thanks for saving me from that long line!”

“Anytime. Let’s grab a couple drinks.” We head to the bar and order the featured drink of the night; the bar is packed so both of us order two. I have no idea what’s in it except a crap ton of alcohol.

“So, you said drinks and then boys, right?” Anna arches an eyebrow at me.

“Yes, please.” I laugh and we walk out onto the dance floor.

After one song, I feel someone behind me. Looking back, I see a tall guy, blond hair, a little preppy, but definitely passable. I step back against him, moving to the beat of the music as his hands grip my hips. Closing my eyes, I try to lose myself in the moment but it’s almost like I can feel Rock. No matter how much I try to push him out of my mind, I can’t.

“I suggest you back the fuck away, quickly.” A deep voice sounds in front of me and my eyes spring open. A very hot and very pissed off biker is standing in front of me.

I look behind me and preppy’s eyes are huge as he backs away from me. I turn back to look at Rock anger rising inside of me. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I thought we already went over thi,s babe.” He steps toward me until we are almost touching. “You’re. Mine.”

“The hell I am.” I turn away from him.

His hands slip around my waist pulling me against his body. “I might believe you if I didn’t know you. If I didn’t see the way your hands fidget because you want to touch me. The way you can’t look me in the eye when you deny me because you know I’ll see through you. The way your voice shakes when you tell me to leave, because as much as you don’t want to admit it, you want me to stay.” He presses his mouth against the skin on my neck and it catches fire.

He might be right but there’s no way I’ll admit that to him.