Page 2 of Havoc
Chapter One
Chrissy
“You just want attention, you don't want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you.” - Charlie Puth
Opening my eyes, I see the sun poking in through a slit in the blinds.
Shit.
I did not mean to fall asleep here, again.
Looking over at the man beside me, a small part of me wants to relax and curl up next to him. The rest of me knocks some sense into her as I attempt a ninja roll out of the bed.
I grab the pieces of my clothes that are scattered around and tip toe toward the door.
Chancing one last look back at him, I regret it immediately. The sheets are bunched up at his waist, just above the V that I can’t get enough of. His chest is bare, the swirling tribal tattoos covering it standing out against his skin.
Not to mention that the man is pitching a tent that I’d just love to jump onto. Sadly, it’s morning and that means it’s time to go. I’ve already broken too many rules with him.
Watching my parents split up, then my mom try to attach herself to every man she went on a date with, I have a shitty view of relationships. If that wasn’t bad enough, being a social worker I’ve seen the worst kinds of broken families.
I vowed a long time ago that I would never let someone close enough to make me the shell of a woman that I come in constant contact with. So, I made myself a few rules.
1. Never bring them to my place. Once you do, they never want to leave and they know where to come back to.
2. Never stay the night. It gives them hope, when there isn’t any.
3. No personal details. I won’t even tell a guy my favorite coffee shop. Last time I did, he showed up there when I wouldn’t answer the phone and it took me two weeks to find a new one.
4. No actual dates. Once a guy shells out money he thinks you owe him something.
5. Always drive my own car, it makes getting away so much easier.
I ease the door shut and head across the hall to the bathroom. I pull my clothes on quickly then take a quick glance in the mirror. Thank God I started using the long wear, smudge proof makeup. You can’t even tell that I slept in it. A quick finger brush leaves my hair acceptable until I can get to my car.
Walking out toward the front door, I see my best friend and traitor Megan. She moved out of our place and in with her hot biker boyfriend.
“Well, look who’s sneaking out again.” She laughs as I walk toward her.
“It is not my fault. That man is so exhausting I pass out before he does.” I shake my head as my mind remembers last night.
“When are you just going to give in to him?”
“Um, never. You know the deal as much as he does. He’s a good time but I’m not trying to be an old lady like you.” I laugh at the fact that Megan is considered an old lady. You’d think these super alpha men would have come up with a more badass term for their women.
“I don’t know. Rock seems pretty determined that you’ll break.” She shrugs as she smiles at me.
“Which is why I need to start distancing myself from him.” My hand runs through my hair knowing that’s the last thing I want to do. “I’ll text you later, okay?”
She nods and I can tell she wants to say more.
Walking out of the clubhouse, I squint from the glare of the sun. Once I get to my car I feel my phone vibrate. Crap, it’s probably him. Shifting into drive I pull out of the lot as quick as I can.
