Page 55 of Dear Mr. Vampire

I knew I couldn’t stay in my apartment while my crazy ex was out on the loose. Zand had somewhere safe for us to stay. I was only going to pack a few things. Maybe enough stuff for a week. I could always grab a few things at a later date.

Hopefully, I was going to have some peace. Zand was too Zen. He didn’t seem to fear my ex and that would’ve worried me, but he was so confident with his words. I didn’t ask, but Zand had to know some karate, Kung Fu or some form of martial arts. He was too cool for school.

We pulled into the apartment parking lot. Zand parked. He took my arm and ushered me into the building.

“You forgot to check under the flowerpot.”

I abruptly turned to him and playfully punched him in his chest.

“I should be mad at you. I can’t believe you knew it was me all along.”

“Kiss me.” Zand commanded and wrapped his arms around my waist, drawing me closer to his firm body.

He parted my lips with his tongue and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. He reached up and grabbed my perfect hair bun forcing my face into his. This was what passion felt like. This is what lust looks like. This is love.

We kissed this way until we both had to come up for air.

“Go pack your stuff. I’ll come up and get your suitcases in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” I rubbed my lipstick off his lips with my thumb.

“Don’t forget to pack lingerie.”

“That’s not a necessity.”

“For me it is.”

“Okay, Mr. Vampire.” I rolled my eyes. And this was his trigger.

Zand grabbed me tightly and buried his face in my neck. He took a playful soft bite of my skin without breaking my flesh. His teeth grazed my skin and his tongue sucked the place between my neck and my shoulder. My entire body tingled with pleasure. My nipples creased. My insides moistened. I was going to have to remove my wet panties.

His hands left my waist and glided down my dress. He was palming my ass with his hands and pressed my body into his stiff erection.

“Oh, shit!” Lights from a car lit up the hallway. Someone was pulling into the parking lot. It was someone that lived in the building or was visiting a resident. “Someone’s coming.”

Zand sluggishly pulled away from me. He kissed me quickly on the lips. “Hey, go pack.”

“Okay.” I twirled around to head for the stairs and whack; he slapped my ass with his open hand.

Oh, my god. He was a mess.

I trudged up to my second-floor apartment. My heels were high, and I had already stumbled down at least three steps before. I was in love with the landlord, so I couldn’t sue him if I broke my neck. I already had my key ready, so I entered my apartment and vowed I wouldn’t take too long to pack a few things. I would probably forget something important, but I would worry about that later.

I went straight into my bedroom and stepped out of my shoes. I grabbed my suitcases out of the closet and laid them on my bed. I unzipped them both. This was a big step. We were essentially going to live together. It was actually a gigantic step, but I knew it could work. We spent a week together in a hotelroom. A day didn’t pass without us being together. We were almost living together already.

This would work. I believed in us. What we had was good, and I was happy he wasn’t going to let my past break the bond we formed. Zand’s need to protect me was admirable. I felt safe with him. He made me feel like I was a priority in his life.

This was new. We hadn’t known each other for long, but this just felt right. I needed bras, panties and socks. I left my coat in Zand’s car. I probably needed a hat and gloves. I couldn’t forget my Savage Fenty lingerie. I had a few sexy items Zand hadn’t seen, so I packed them.

I didn’t want to forget anything. I needed a lot of scrubs, a pair of jeans and a robe. I went over to my closet and grabbed my long bulky hooded sweater off the hanger. I giggled inside because I was going to be so surprised if Zand’s place was some ramshackle hole in the wall. I knew Zand, and I knew his taste. He wasn’t a fan of bright colors, but he had good taste.

“Baby girl.”

LONZO! — I couldn’t move when I heard his voice, a voice I recognized and feared. I dropped my sweater on the floor of the closet.

“Did you miss me?” His slight Mexican accent crept out so effortlessly.

I slowly turned around to see if my ears were playing tricks on me.

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