Fucked up
Adea
Everything about this man made my stomach drop and my hackles rise. I had this image of him and in my mind, I had these little folders of every indiscretion he’d done to me since the moment we met. And whenever he did something that didn’t fall under how I saw him, or didn’t match any of his previous behaviors, all of my brain cells went running in different directions. Trying to figure out what this meant, what did Shane mean by his actions.
Dragging me out of the VIP room, practically buck naked, was one of those things. What did I file this under? Was he being an alpha-hole, or was he actually being sweet to me? Was I seeing another side of him, or was this a trick? Could I even trust my judgment anymore? I slammed my fists down on his back, refusing to let my mind begin that downward spiral it always did when it came to Shane. Of course, he showed no signs of even hurting or feeling anything.
The music bumped louder the further he stalked down the hallway. One second I had been content, happy even, with Chance. He was a good man and treated me better than I think I even expected from any man. I was taking everything he had to give me, even wondering if I could just focus on him, and the next; I was getting throat fucked by Shane. Once again, he was forcing himself into my mind, into my life. And I didn’t know if there was a reason other than this idea of ownership he had when it came to me.
I’m kicking and screaming, but no one paid us any mind. Okay, maybe I wasn’t kicking and screaming, but someone is getting carried out of a club, and no one blinks an eye. The only security guard on duty tonight had already been told not to interfere with me and Shane. And as we walked past him, his eyes followed mine until he was out of sight. Every woman, stripper or client, gave me looks that were a mixture of shock and jealousy. I huffed. As if anyone would think themselves lucky if they were in my place. I ignored the pang of jealousy that washed over me at the thought of someone else over his shoulder. I’m so fucked up. His strong arm held my legs down so that no matter how hard I tried to kick, my legs didn’t budge.
“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed.
“I’m taking you home,” he said nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t practically kidnapping me. On top of this being one hundred percent out of character for him.
“I told you I didn’t need you to take me home,” I said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t remember asking,” he murmured as he patted the back of my thigh.
“Do you not see how this goes against everything you’ve been saying?” I asked incredulously.
“Don’t see how this has anything to do with that,” he said.
“And I’m the one in denial?” I scoffed.
“I told you I don’t share. I’m just making sure you get home without tripping and falling on another cock,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. My mouth dropped as he walked through the exit.
The cool night air hit my backside and goosebumps broke out along my skin. I glanced over my shoulder and saw darkness. When Shane turned, my gaze trailed across the empty parking lot. Of course, there was no one out here. As if they heard my thoughts, men stepped out from the shadows that I had somehow missed. I recognized one of them as the blonde guy that had guarded the door when I first met Shane.
Our eyes locked and he dipped his head in greeting. I glared at him because I had the sneaking suspicion he’d been watching me. Call it intuition. Shane cut across the parking lot and opened the door to a massive black truck. I was thrown in on my ass and the door slammed in my face before I could flip him off. When the drivers seat door opened up, he effortlessly slid into his seat. He closed his door and started the truck.
“Hold on tight,” he said, and without a second glance my way, he peeled out of the parking lot.
“Slow the fuck down!” I yelled.
Shane laughed as I steadied myself by grabbing the dash with one hand and the door with the other. He threw his head back and laughed. It was like time stood still. His wavy hair shook, his eyes squinted, and a dimple peeked out at me. It was like I forgot how to breathe, how to think. I forgot what I was going to say as he did the exact opposite of what I said. He rolled his head to look at me and smirked.
“For someone who just got fucked how-many-times in one night, you’re awful babe,” he teased. There was no malice in his words and I was once again caught of guard by this charming side of him. But then it was like everything came crashing down on me again and my eye twitched. It actually twitched and I was this close from losing my mind.
“You aren’t funny,” I said.
“You’re the only girl to think so,” he said as he faced forward.
“Please slow down,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Mm… no,” he taunted. The truck jerked and my body slammed against the door as he made a sharp turn.
“Shane!” I screamed.
“I have been driving for a very long time, Princess. And I don’t have a single accident on my record. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride,” he said.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” I asked.
“Wrong. The right question is, do I know where you live. And yes, yes, I do,” he chuckled. The truck slowed down and the blur of lights outside the window became buildings. I took a deep breath, grabbed my seat belt, buckled and slumped against my seat.
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