I glare at Nitro; I don’t know why but his words make my blood boil. My brothers both laugh when they realise, he’s pissed me off.
My Prez must see something in my face because he suddenly stops laughing and holds his hands up in defence. I jerk my chin letting him know I’m good. We’re joined by another couple of brothers, and we spend the rest of the night playing poker and chatting shit. But I can’t seem to stop my mind from wandering back to her every couple of minutes.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
I sit at my desk in the office area of the studio, reviewing and editing the images from the shoot on Friday. It had run so late that I didn’t have time to do it after, and in fact, I’d been so late I’d almost missed my train back to Manchester. I smile when Eric places a cup of tea and sandwich on the table next to me.
“Oh, you didn’t need to do that, but thank you.” I smile up at him, wrapping my hands around the warm cup and taking a small sip.
“You’ve been glued to that laptop all morning; you need something to eat and a little break. Why don’t you come and sit with Mary and I while you have your lunch.”
I look back at my screen and see the folder with all the unchecked and unedited shots. “I really should get this done, I’m a little behind.”
“Ok. Well, there are no more shoots booked in for the rest of the day, so why don’t you finish your lunch and then head home early. Mary and I have a booking later at a new apartment building, so we’ll be leaving right after lunch.”
I give him a small smile as he gently taps me on the shoulder before walking back to sit with Mary.
Two hours later and I’m still only halfway through the images. I hadn’t realised I’d taken so many, I’d been so lost in the excitement of the shoot. Deciding to call it a day I pack up my laptop, and then grab my empty plate and cup and head into the kitchen area, I give them a quick rinse before placing them in the dishwasher. After a quick check around the kitchen, satisfied the dishwasher is fully loaded I switch it on before heading back to my desk to grab up my belongings.
As I make my way to the door, I let my eyes do a quick scan of the building, satisfied that everything seems to be ok. I hit the alarm code and then flip the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. I quickly lock up, dump everything into my car and pull up the sat nav, looking for a supermarket further away. I can’t risk running into Wrath again. I promised that I would stay away from him, and knowing he uses my local store, means I need to find another one further away.
The microwave hums in the background, heating up my lasagne ready meal, as I sit at the counter, drinking an ice-cold glass of Sauvignon Blanc while trying to sort through the last half of the shots.
I hadn’t spent too long at the other supermarket. I’d felt anxious since leaving the studio earlier. I had the sense I was being followed all the way to the store and even when I was walking around it inside. I’d of course looked around but didn’t see anyone acting suspicious, so I’d just put it down to being tired and still not knowing anyone here.
But even now, as I wait for my food to heat, I still have the sensation of being watched. I know it’s stupid, there’s nobody in my flat and I’m on the fourth floor so it’s not like anyone cansee up from the street. Even my building had seemed void of neighbours when I got back. There hadn’t been anyone outside on the street or hanging around the corridors like there normally is. Maybe that’s it. I know I’ve only been here a couple of weeks, but I’ve kind of gotten used to seeing some of my neighbours around. And even though some make me a little nervous and some seem a little sketchy, not seeing them is making me more nervous.
The ding of the microwave startles me, and I internally berate myself for making myself anxious. I’m overthinking everything. I need to get a grip. I grab some cutlery and play hot potato with the steaming hot carton of the lasagne before dropping it next to my laptop and digging in.
I let out a small squeak and drop my fork when someone bangs on my door. It’s after eight pm, and I don’t know anyone around here, so I have no idea who’s on the other side, and right now I’m not sure I want to find out.
I steady my breathing but try not to make a sound in the hopes that whoever is on the other side of the door just leaves. But no such luck. A few seconds later there are another three loud bangs on the door. Knowing I can’t hide forever, I make my way over to the door and curse when I realise there is no spy hole.
My hand shakes as I turn the doorknob. I move to the side and pull it open just a little as I peer out into the dimly lit hallway.
My stomach somersaults and a wave of nausea ripples through me when I see who it is. Pulling the door open a little further I stand up straighter trying my best to give off an air of confidence I don’t feel.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
He quirks an eyebrow at me, and my stomach somersaults for a very different reason. He steps forward, and I place my footbehind the door, holding it place, but he just smirks down at me, placing his hands on the top of the doorframe. I swallow at the sight of his muscles bulging through the short sleeves of his tee, and the way it rides up slightly, giving me a small glimpse of that perfectly defined ‘v’ that leads down to his groin.
My breath quickens and my body begins to heat. I need to get rid of him. “You should probably go. I can only follow your orders if you follow them too.”
He shakes his head, and then drops his arms from the frame before pushing the door with one hand and grabbing my throat with the other, giving it a gentle squeeze. He kicks the door shut with his foot and pushes me until the lower part of my back hits the counter.
I inhale a sharp breath, but before I have time to react any further, his lips are on mine. His tongue pushing through the seam and caressing mine. His other hand lands on my hip, his grip tight, but not too tight.
My hands instantly reach for his arms. I give them a squeeze, but I’m not sure if I want to hold him in place or push him away. The rational part of my brain is telling me to push, but my body is crying out for his touch. He tightens his grip on my neck, and I cave. My body leans a little closer and his sinks into mine.
He groans as I wrap my hands arounds the edges of his kutte and pull him closer to me. Rubbing his erection against me, my body is crying out for more, and my pussy is throbbing with need.
I’m suddenly hoisted up onto the counter, and he steps between my legs. I instinctively wrap them around him, hooking my ankles around his thighs just under his arse, as he pushes on my chest forcing my back down onto the counter and I let out a little sigh as he pulls his mouth away from mine.
He glances to his left and then reaches over pushing my laptop and half-eaten dinner away from us, before grabbing myglass of wine and taking a sip. I move to sit up, but he shakes his head placing his hand on my chest and holding me in place.
I let my head drop back on to the counter and watch him take another drink from the glass, he smirks at me but doesn’t swallow it. Placing the glass on the counter away from me, he reaches over me, grabbing my face with his hand. His grip makes my lips part, and he leans forward placing his lips over mine and letting the wine spill into my mouth. I swallow the now warm liquid, his tongue chasing the last of the taste around my mouth.
