Linda says if I’m the only one working in the store, I should always be at the front when someone’s here. She informed me it’s for my safety.
“Hi, can I—” I stop when I see him.
He leans against the counter with a frown on his face.
“What are you doing here, Wyatt?” I sigh and cross my arms across my chest. “I’m working.”
A scowl is clear on his face when he sees me. “Don’t twist your panties. I’m here to pick up an order for my sister.”
I can’t even call Wyatt a big dick because that would be false news.
Giving him a sarcastic smile, I imagine dragging my long nails down his face. Getting behind the counter, I bend down to look in the bin that’s full of orders. “Is it under your name?”
He hums and taps the counter with his knuckles.
Picking up a book, I raise an eyebrow at him. His sister is twelve years old, and she’s going to read this book? I hand him the first book in theFifty Shades of Greyseries.
“Are you sure this isn’t yours?” I ask as I scan the book’s barcode.
He makes a weird face and snatches the book from my hand. “Funny.”
“Twenty dollars is what you owe,” I say while holding out my palm to him.
Slapping the bill in my hand, he turns around and storms out of the store.
I hold up his receipt and mumble, “Do you want the receipt?”
Guess not.
My hand crunches the paper, making it into a ball before throwing it into the trash can. I watch as it bounces off the ledge and falls to the floor.
Sighing at the slight inconvenience, I make my way to pick it up. As I bend down, hands find my waist, and I squeal at the sudden contact. Turning fast, I swing my hand back and slap the person in the face. My hand burns, but panic overcomes any other feeling deep within my body.
“What the heck?” the familiar voice strains out as he stumbles back.
Shit, I thought it was Wyatt, but it’s actually Leonidas.
He holds his now-red cheek. Gritting his teeth, he looks at me blankly. “What was that for?”
Feeling bad for slapping him for no reason, I rush over to him and rest my hand on his cheek. “I’m so sorry. I thought it was someone else.”
He casts me a confused look. “Who did you think it was?”
I shrug my shoulders and wave him off. “No one. Don’t worry about it.”
There’s no point in telling him about Wyatt. Since the day he caught me and Leonidas in my bedroom, he’s been rude to me. He might be pissed off with me for moving on, but I don’t care what he thinks. I don’t like him anymore.
“Tell me.” He follows me toward the shelf when I take a step back.
“Nope.”
Twisting my body fast, he traps me against the shelf, placing his lips centimeters from mine. He whispers huskily, “Tell me who you had to slap that hard, so they wouldn’t hurt you.” He pauses and looks at me sternly. “And don’t even deny that you were scared. I saw it in your eyes.”
Gazing into his powerful eyes that have me compelled, I whisper, “My ex.”
“Name?”
“Wyatt,” I breathe out.
