Page 9 of Havoc
I really need to move.
***
I wake up way too hot.
My chest is heavy.
Opening my eyes, I see Rock laying down next to me.
How the hell did he get in here? And why is he still here? I figured he’d get bored and leave. Did he really mean all that crap he said last night? It sounded great but I know how this will end.
I’ll fall for him, believe all his bullshit, and then get crushed in the end. Hopefully before we bring any kids into the picture and screw them up in the process. Did I just think about having kids with him?
I’m losing it.
I lift my leg up and give him a hard kick rolling him a few inches and making him fall off the bed. I start laughing so hard that it hurts to breathe. It only gets worse when his head peeks over the side of the bed.
There’s a mix of anger and confusion on his face. “What the fuck, Chris?”
“Maybe next time you won’t come where you aren’t invited.”
“If I remember correctly I was invited to come last night.” He smirks at me.
I grab my pillow hitting him in the face with it. “You’re disgusting. How the hell did you even get in here?”
“The lock on your door is pretty shitty. All I had to do was stick my license through and it popped right open.” He shrugs as he slips his jeans on.
I roll my eyes in irritation, then narrow them at him. “Right, I forgot you were a criminal.”
“Don’t pretend like that shit doesn’t turn you on.”
“Fuck you.”
“Later, babe. I have something I need to do in an hour.” He leans over kissing me.
“No, no later.” I stand up tugging my t-shirt down lower. “I meant what I said last night, Rock.”
“So did I, babe.” He walks out of the room before I can respond.
A part of me kind of hopes that’s true.
That must be the glutton for punishment inside of me.
Sorry to disappoint but there is no way that’s happening.
As much as Rock is sure I’ll give in, I’m determined not to.
I decide to go to the gym and take out my aggravation there. Running a few miles on the treadmill always helps me to clear my head, or at least exhausts me enough that thinking takes too much effort.
The rest of the day is filled with mindless errands and me pretending that every time I check my phone it isn’t with a hope that Rock texted me. I decide to text my friend, Anna, to see what she’s doing tonight. She always seems to know when anything is happening.
Me: I neeeeeeed to get out tonight. Drinks? Boys?
Anna: My favorite combination, haha. I’m heading to a new bar that opened tonight. Want to join?
Me: Hell yes.
Smoothing my hair into place I take one last look in the mirror. I opted for a little black dress tonight. It’s a strapless dress that has a small slit running up my thigh. It’s so form fitting that a part of me is scared it might actually rip on me.
