Page 130 of One More Kiss

I don’t fully consider myself as in that lifestyle. However, I do see myself as kinky. Axe, who has never had a problem showing his primal alpha side, has tried for years to get me to come out of my shell. He thinks I’m holding back because of my trust issues. This is one hundred percent true. I’ve yet to find someone I can trust enough to hand everything over to.

“I would like an answer Tink.” Feeling Axe’s warm breath on my cheek causes me to shiver.

“The title sir is meant for lovers, not friends.” I mumble what he has told me every time I’ve playfully called him sir.

“Good girl.” He whispers before he leans back. “Now, how do you want to handle your mother?”

“I thought changing the paperwork would keep this from happening again.” I want to say I hate her, but I don’t. I doubt we’ll ever get along, or ever be on friendly terms, but I don’t hate her. I just wish she understood me a little better. It’s not my fault she’s clueless. She made herself that way. I’ve tried countless times to explain my illness to her, we even had joint counseling sessions so someone in the medical field could help me talk to her. It always went nowhere. She would end up blaming me for being sick because I never tried hard enough to get better before it turned into something as awful as bipolar. After so many tries I finally gave up.

“It would have if I had been the one to bring you in.” Axe sighs. “How did she even find out you were here?”

“Dr. Hines said that she was the one who found me. The notes say that two nights ago she had come for a visit and found me on my bed bleeding to death. I want to know how she got into my apartment.”

That part was really starting to bug me. She doesn’t have a key. I don’t have a hidden key or anything like that. There’s only two other people who have a key to my place, Axe, and my landlord Mrs. Lawson. There’s no question in my mind that Axe didn’t hand her a key, but I wouldn’t think Mrs. Lawson would give her the key either. She had a bad run in with my mother last year. My mother tried to convince Mrs. Lawson that I was inside my apartment dying and that she needed to get in right away. Her plan could have worked if I hadn’t pulled into the parking lot right as my mother was crying her eyes out with worry over her dying daughter. Mrs. Lawson gave my mother the biggest lecture I’ve ever seen, and I just stood there completely in shock at the lies my mother told. So, if Axe didn’t give her a key, and Mrs. Lawson didn’t give her a key. Than who the hell did?

“Let’s ask her.” Axe says as he walks over and sticks his head out into the hallway. “Mary, come explain yourself to Tink before you are forced to leave.”

Smiling is probably not the right thing to be doing right now, but I can’t help it. Axe sounded like the devil himself just now. Evil, growling, and sinful. I roll my eyes at him when he looks over at me and winks.

“You aren’t forcing me to leave. When the police get here it will be you leaving!” Mom hisses at him as she walks into the room.

“Please, tell me you didn’t really call the police.” If she did I’m going to throw a shit fit on her. Well, as big of shit fit that my body will allow me to throw.

“I didn’t call them, but that nice Dr. Hines said he would call them for me. He said he wanted to give the guilty party, his words not mine, a chance to leave first, so he’s waiting a few minutes before he makes the call.” She sends a nasty look to Axe as she sits down in the chair beside my bed. “If you don’t want to be arrested you should leave now.”

“Look in the mirror and say that. I won’t be the one they are arresting.” He moves the chair that was by the door to the opposite side of my bed. He takes my hand in his as he sits down.

The look on my mother’s face when she sees us holding hands is priceless. “Ginger if you are dating this man I swear to God I will have you declared mentally incompetent and sent to the state psychiatric hospital.”

“The hell you will.” A voice says from the doorway. Dr. Fran is standing there glaring at my mother.

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