Page 3 of Sweet Hate
Anger radiates off him in waves, which just makes him a hypocritical ass. If anyone should be angry here, it’s me.
It’s been over a decade without even ahi, how you doing?text. As soon as I left for London, he literally ghosted me, and unlike Casper, this twat isn’t so friendly.
At least not anymore.
His hostile gaze climbs back up to meet mine, but he stays silent, holding my stare. I suck in a deep breath, the air around us swirling with tension.
I refuse to break. I won’t back down and I sure as hell won’t look away first.
He’s not going to intimidate me. I don’t care if he just saved my ass.
And to prove my point, I uncover my chest and stand with my hands planted defiantly on my hips, because fuck this guy today.
His eyes drop to my tits again, and he literally growls before he shouts, “The fuck are you guys standing around staring at her for? Get inside and make sure the fire is out.”
Only then do I notice three other guys standing alongside us, all with a perfect view of my defiant tits. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Looks like Axel wins this round.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I cross my arms again.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, the fire is out. While you guys were out saving kittens or whatever the fuck else it is you do, I managed to put it out.Alone.”
OK, not exactly true. Ithinkit’s out, and the sprinklers did most of the heavy lifting, but fuck him.
His eyes flash as they meet mine again, his nostrils flaring wide as he rips off his mask and takes a step closer to me, crowding me against the side of the firetruck.
He’s so close I’m surrounded by his familiar citrus scent…and leather? Why does he have to smell so good?
“Saving kittens? The only pussy I’m trying to save right now is yours, Haven.”
Wow.He didnotjust go there.
“What were you doing when the fire started?” He crosses his arms, mimicking my stance, and it just pisses me off. “Let me guess, you fucked off to do something else and forgot all about it, yeah?”
I stiffen and see red. How fucking dare he? This is total bullshit. I inadvertently bring my hands to his chest and shove him, ignoring the painful twinge in my elbow.
Also ignoring how firm his chest feels.
Nope, we arenotnoticing that.
At all.
“Fuck you, Axel. There’s only one of us capable of forgetting all about something, and it’s not me.”
Needless to say, his crew didn’t go in as ordered, and at this point, their heads are comically swinging back and forth between us.
He spins around to face them, catching one of the guys clearly trying to get a glimpse of my tits again.
If I thought he looked mad before, it was nothing compared to the rage taking over his features now. His hands fist at his sides, his lips flatten, and I swear his entire face turns a deep shade of red as he stomps toward them.
“I said, GET THE FUCK to work.”
The youngest of the trio sends me an apologetic look as he walks over, holding out his hand. “Ma’am, are you OK? Let’s get you over to the medic. We need to have you checked out.”
“Please call me Haven, and honestly, it’s all good. I’m fine. I just knocked my elbow a little when I?—”
Axel doesn’t even allow me to finish my sentence as he prowls back over to me, his brow furrowed as his eyes rake over the rest of my body.
