Page 10 of Havoc
I want to let loose, have a few drinks, and find someone to make me forget about Rock. I’m sure it’s all I need.
A distraction.
Someone new.
No leather, no cocky smirk, and no caveman tendencies.
My phone dings letting me know that my ride is here. I text Anna in the car and she’s already there. My phone buzzes and when I look at it I see the last person I expected.
Rock: You look hot tonight.
My eyes dart around me.
Get a grip Chrissy.
He’s just messing with you. I slip my phone into my purse deciding to ignore it and not let him ruin my night.
Pulling up to the bar I groan as I take in the long line. When I get out, I start to move to the back, then I hear my name. Turning around I see Anna waving at me from the exit door.
“Hey, Johnny, she’s with us,” she says to the bouncer. He gives me a nod and Anna pulls me into the bar. “I’m so glad you could make it!”
I give her a hug. “I needed this. Thanks for saving me from that long line!”
“Anytime. Let’s grab a couple drinks.” We head to the bar and order the featured drink of the night; the bar is packed so both of us order two. I have no idea what’s in it except a crap ton of alcohol.
“So, you said drinks and then boys, right?” Anna arches an eyebrow at me.
“Yes, please.” I laugh and we walk out onto the dance floor.
After one song, I feel someone behind me. Looking back, I see a tall guy, blond hair, a little preppy, but definitely passable. I step back against him, moving to the beat of the music as his hands grip my hips. Closing my eyes, I try to lose myself in the moment but it’s almost like I can feel Rock. No matter how much I try to push him out of my mind, I can’t.
“I suggest you back the fuck away, quickly.” A deep voice sounds in front of me and my eyes spring open. A very hot and very pissed off biker is standing in front of me.
I look behind me and preppy’s eyes are huge as he backs away from me. I turn back to look at Rock anger rising inside of me. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“I thought we already went over thi,s babe.” He steps toward me until we are almost touching. “You’re. Mine.”
“The hell I am.” I turn away from him.
His hands slip around my waist pulling me against his body. “I might believe you if I didn’t know you. If I didn’t see the way your hands fidget because you want to touch me. The way you can’t look me in the eye when you deny me because you know I’ll see through you. The way your voice shakes when you tell me to leave, because as much as you don’t want to admit it, you want me to stay.” He presses his mouth against the skin on my neck and it catches fire.
He might be right but there’s no way I’ll admit that to him.
