“What are you doing?” Gwen finally asks me, her voice trembling as I pull my head from hers and see her beautiful eyes filling with tears.
“Kissin’ you,” I respond dryly. “If you have to ask, then I’m not doin’ it right.”
“You’ve never attempted to kiss me before. There’s no point in you doing it now. Especially after you just cost me a job I wanted. Just because you don’t like where I happen to work. When are you gonna understand?” she pleads with me, pain filling her voice.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her, completely confused about what’s going through her head right now.
“You’ll never understand it. None of you will. I can’t even look at you right now,” she informs me, yanking her purse and keys from my hand.
Once Gwen is in her car, as I remain rooted to my spot, she leaves the parking lot. Brandon is the only one out of the two of us with enough brains left in his head to follow my woman. I’m not sure what the hell is wrong with her, other than me getting her fired and then kissing her.
Without anything to do, I finally break out of my haze and stalk toward my bike. This conversation isn’t over by a long shot. Gwen will finally hear what I have to say once and for all. I’ll be laying it all out on the table for her. There will be no doubt left in her mind about how much I want her and that I’m planning on taking her as mine. She will know without a doubt a rag will be coming her way and once I lay it all out, she’s not gonna have a chance to leave my side. No other man is good enough for my Sparrow.
Again, I race my way toward our home. Gwen should already be there and locked in her room. That’s what she does when she’s upset or pissed off. I’ve learned that enough. If she’s simply in her room, the door is left unlocked and music is blaring. When she’s upset, the door gets locked and complete silence fills the room.
Pulling into my driveway, her car isn’t in the spot she’s taken to leaving her car. It’s just off to the side of the garage. I’ve told her she can park in front, but she doesn’t do it. I’d rather not have her walking that far, but she’s stubborn as hell and won’t listen. I’ve learned to simply pick and choose my battles with her. Some things aren’t worth fighting over. Especially when I don’t want her upset about shit.
Walking through the house like I did before heading to Naughty Peach, dread settles in my gut at the realization that Gwen didn’t come home. She didn’t go far, that much I know. Gwen would never leave her sister behind for any reason. Her only reason to run is currently sitting behind bars for the time being. He won’t be sitting there for much longer now that I know what truly went down with her. I’ll be calling in some favors to ensure he takes his last breath.
There’s only one place she’ll go and that’s her sister’s house. Fox won’t let me see her if she’s there upset. I’m not even going to ask him to. Tomorrow is a new day and there’s a lot of things I have to do. One of those being to move all of Gwen’s things into my bedroom. Her bed and things will remain in the room she’s been staying in, but all of her personal belongings will be in my room where they should’ve been from the very beginning of her being under the same roof as me.
When Gwen comes home, and she will, I’m done letting her have her space to grow and experience new things. She can still do all of that. The only difference is they’ll be happening with me and only me. This game is done once and for all. I’ve been biding my time for so long now and the wait is almost over. I simply have to wait for Gwen to get over her being pissed off at me so we can take things to an entirely new level. One where she’s mine and I’m hers completely and without any doubt in anyone’s mind. There will be no more house bunnies for me, and she won’t ever have another man touch her.
Chapter Seven
Gwen
KILLER IS SUCH a jerk. I can’t believe he came into the Naughty Peach and carried me out of there. Telling me where I can and can’t work isn’t his responsibility. As a matter of fact, I’m not his responsibility. He can go back to the clubhouse and leave me the hell alone. Then to kiss me as if he truly meant to kiss me. It felt like someone was stabbing me repeatedly in my heart. That’s not a feeling I ever want to relive again.
Don’t get me wrong, kissing Killer is something I’ve dreamt of since first laying eyes on him so long ago. It’s also something I know he doesn’t mean. I’m just one in his extremely long list of conquests. Well, he’s not going to be getting more than that single kiss from me. For my own self-preservation I can’t kiss him.
Kissing him filled me with feelings I’ve never felt in my life before. My entire body heated in an instant while a tremor went through my body. For the first time in my life, a man kissing me has caused my panties to become wet. Not simply wet; drenched from one kiss. A kiss Killer dominated.
When Killer first pressed his lips against mine, I froze in shock. Everything in me wanted to open my mouth and deepen the kiss more than what Killer was already doing. Instead, I kept him firmly locked out of my mouth by keeping my lips firmly together. He’s the first man to kiss me that I’ve actually wanted to kiss me. Neil doesn’t count because every kiss he stole from me wasn’t from my choosing. Those were kisses he didn’t have my permission to take. Now, I want to have more kisses with Killer.
Instead of getting rid of my crush on the man as anger fills me because he just cost me a job, my passion and crush on him has simply been fueled more. It’s like Killer is the flame and I’m a moth drawn to him because of it. Honestly, I hate him for kissing me because at this point, he’s always going to be on my mind and I’m never going to get rid of my crush on him.
When I left the store yesterday, instead of going back to his house, I went to my sister’s home. There is no way in hell I’m going to be under Killer’s roof for longer than I absolutely have to be. This is because he does nothing but piss me off. He can live his life however he wants to. Yet has something to say about the first thing I do for myself. Now, I’ll have to start looking for another job.
On the short trip to their home, I cried so hard I’m surprised I stayed on the road. The only thing keeping me straight was the deep, growling rumble of the bike following me. Brandon didn’t leave me alone; he followed me the entire way there and helped me to the door. The Prospect pulled me from my car and wrapped his arms around me in a quick hug before placing his arm around my shoulder and leading me to the door.
Fox answers and simply stares at the two of us. Without a word, he finally steps aside and lets me in the door. While I go in search of my sister, Fox remains at the door with Brandon. I’m sure the Prospect is filling him in on what happened at the Naughty Peach. I don’t honestly care at this point. The only thing I want is the comfort my sister can offer me. And maybe some insight into what I should do.
I find her laying on the couch with a blanket covering her. Today must not be a good day for her as she simply follows my movements with her eyes. Sitting down at the end of her feet, I make sure the blanket is still tucked up around her, so she doesn’t get cold and remains warm and comfortable.
“What’s wrong?” my sister asks me, muting the TV so we can talk.