“Fuck, do you know how long I’ve been trying to find you? I have our night burned into my head. I want you again, Nikki.”
I can’t help the faint smile on my lips. “That night was good.”
“Good? More like f**king fantastic!” he growls.
I giggle in agreement. He must take that as an invitation because he starts to kiss my neck.
“Kade!” I chastise, pushing his head away.
“Nikki…” he growls.
“How about no? We can’t do this because Layla lives here now! Just think about how awkward it would be for her!”
“Oh, come on, Nikki, we’ll be good together,” he encourages huskily.
“Again, no. Now let me go.” He stares at me a while longer, contemplating.
After a few moments he says, “I always get what I want, Nikki, remember that.” He lets me out of his embrace and I quickly retreat. As I open his door he whispers, “I can still remember your smell, your taste.”
I know exactly what taste he's talking about.
I walk out of the room, my face red. Kade follows behind me, and I'm aware of him, of his every move.
Shit. I stay and chat for a bit before leaving. This is going to be awkward. It’s like a one night stand that just won’t go away. Anytime I want to visit with her, he’ll probably be there.
When I get home my phone starts to ring, and I know its Layla by the ringtone.
“What’s up, Layla?” I say into the receiver.
“Hey, beautiful.”
Kade. What the hell?
“Did you steal Layla’s phone?” I ask slowly, my brows furrowed.
He ignores my question and goes on, “So, I was thinking. Tomorrow night, you and I go on a date. I’ll come and pick you up.”
“Kade, no. I’m not going out with you just so you can get a guaranteed f**k!” I hiss.
“I don’t f**king want that, Nikki. I want to actually take you out. Date. Get to know you more,” he tells me.
“Yeah, sure. Bye, Kade.” I hang up. I know his angle. He says he wants more, but it’s just a line. He wants sex, and I don’t know why he has to pretend like he wants more just to get laid.
Chapter Two
It’s been a month since I saw Layla. She’s been texting me, but I keep making excuses as to why I can’t come over. I’m a f**king coward. I’ve never let a guy have this much power before. Well, except for that one time, and look how well that turned out. I have no idea how to handle it. So I’ve been taking the easy way out- avoidance. I’ve also been busy with my schooling, so my usual excuse is just that. School work. Some of these projects our professor has us doing are pretty easy, others, not so much.
I’m flipping channels on television and lounging around when I hear a knock on the door. I groan as I lazily get up and drag my feet to the door. When I open it, I'm shocked to see it's Kade. Well, f**k. How does he even know where I live?
“What the f**k are you doing here?” I demand.
“Why haven’t you been coming over? Layla misses you,” Kade says as he shoves himself inside.
“I’ve been busy with school, she knows that,” I retort defensively.
“Bullshit, you’re avoiding me, and in turn avoiding her.” He stares at me with knowing pale blue eyes. Damn him.
“Kade, you need to leave. I’m not avoiding anyone,” I lie through clenched teeth.
His eyes narrow at me. “Yes, you are. I saw you last week at the club and you left as soon as you saw me. I came out looking for you, but you were too quick.”
Shit, he saw me. I thought I did some pretty stealthy moves there. “Are you done? You can go now,” I say rudely, placing a lock of hair behind my ear.
“No, we need to talk.” His voice goes low. “Or we can do something else.” He smirks. I roll my eyes.
“Do those lines actually work?” I ask in a dry tone.
“All the f**king time,” he says as he walks into my living area and takes a seat on the couch.
“Make yourself at home,” I mumble sarcastically as I slam the front door. He grins and takes over the remote control, flicking the channels until he finds something that pleases him. Which happens to be ‘Once Upon a Time’.
“You like this show?” I ask, surprised.
“Yeah, why? Don’t you?”
“No, I do,” I mumble.
“Then stop whining and watch,” he says, pulling me closer to him. I sigh, and reluctantly relax into him.
“Kade, what are we doing?” I groan out. Every time he's near, I want him. It’s like I can’t help myself.
“Watching TV?” He says it like a question.
“Fine,” I say, and start taking off my clothes.
“What the f**k are you doing?” Kade says, looking pissed.
“What do you think? You want another go, so let’s do it,” I say as I take off my panties. I see Kade’s gaze turn hungry. I go up to him and start kissing his neck, but he shoves me away rather roughly.
“What the hell? I thought this is what you wanted?” I yell, confused.
“No, it’s f**king not. And if you'd just for a f**king second pay attention, you would know I want more than just sex from you,” he spits out as he gets up from the couch, storms out the door, and slams it behind him.
Well, then.
I sit there blankly for a while, still undressed, and I can’t help the tears starting to fall down my face.