Virgin’s Lust
Bad Boy’s Virgin Series
Book 2
Kayla C. Oliver
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Copyright © 2017 by Kayla C. Oliver
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Fake True Love
Love in Lust
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
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Chapter One
Katy
“This is going to be fun. It’s going to be good. It is. Just have faith, Katy. Just think positive,” I told myself as I parked the car in the parking lot of my new apartment building. “He won’t find you. Not here.”
I shut off the engine. I flipped off the headlights. Then I sat in the parking lot of 1052 West Argyle Avenue for a few minutes. I held my breath and listened. Half a dozen lights illuminated the lot, thank goodness. I waited and half expected to see someone skulking around the apartment building or emerging from the alley, but it was quiet. It should be for three thirty in the morning on a Tuesday night.
“You mean Wednesday morning, Katy. It’s Wednesday morning,” I breathed. Finally, I decided I was alone in the parking lot, so it was safe to get out of the car. The cool air wrapped around me. My body was sweating, but I still felt a chill as I walked to the back of the car and popped the trunk.
“My whole life is in this car.” I took a deep breath. The air smelled different. It smelled like a faraway place. West Linn was a much smaller place than Portland where I had come from. I couldn’t think of Portland. I’d start to cry. My job at the Portland Public Library main branch was there.
So I slung a plastic garbage bag over one shoulder while hoisting a box in the other and began bringing things up to my new apartment.
My entire car was packed. It looked like I was living out of it or was a hoarder of sorts. But a Dodge Neon could easily be filled up. While driving here I was sure I had everything I needed. Or at least everything I could sneak out of my old apartment that was over forty miles away. It took me two weeks to slowly stash my belongings one bag or box at a time into the car.
I had to leave my furniture. There was no way I was going to maneuver a U-Haul van into the parking lot and risk being seen. It wasn’t like I had high-end furnishings. My bed was nothing more than a single metal frame, a box spring, and a mattress. My couch was rather itchy and had been left in an alley. The same for my coffee table. But I had to leave behind a beautiful wrought iron table with a glass top and two matching seats that I had picked up for a song at an ice-cream parlor that was going out of business. There was also a yellow vintage china cabinet still in my old apartment. The worst was that my television was also still there. I had saved my money for three months. I bought a medium-sized flat screen, and I’d mounted it on the wall myself. It was too big to get out of the house and into my car. Trying to remove any of these big items would have given me away.
“A person leaving a house with a television is either moving or robbing the place,” I mumbled as I carried my bag and box to the entrance of my new apartment. “Someone will find it and give it a good home.”
There were two doors I had to go through in order to get to the lobby of my new home. The first was easily yanked open. The second door required a key.
Habit made me look over my shoulder to make sure no one was following while I pulled out my keys. Once I was inside, I walked eight steps to the elevator on the right side of the hallway. The service elevator was all the way down at the other end of the hall, but I wasn’t using that. It was only available during work hours and daylight hours. I knew I wouldn’t be moving at that time.
When I pressed the ancient-looking button to call the elevator, it slowly came down from whatever floor it had been resting at with a noisy clank, clang, and a hum. It reached the lobby and made a final chuck-chuck sound, and I was able to swing open the metal door, yank the gate sideways, and step in.
There was no way to be quiet while operating this ancient elevator. But what could I do? I had no choice but to move my meager belongings under the cloak of darkness. When the elevator finally came to a stop on the fifth floor, I took great care to make sure the gate didn’t slam shut. I propped the heavy door open so I wouldn’t have to call it clanking and chugging up from the lobby. It wasn’t very neighborly, but oh well.
It was on my fifth trip up that I met one of my neighbors. I was carrying a duffel bag and a box with “Tax 2010” written on the side. It was really my personals, but no one would bother with old tax information. I wasn’t running for office.
“What the hell?” The door to 5A was yanked open, making me jump. My breath caught in my throat. “Do you have any idea what time it is? What the hell are you doing? It’s not a carnival ride, you know!”
I backed into the wall clutching the duffel bag and box into my chest. For a minute I thought the worst. I thought I had been found already and could barely look up.
“I’m so sorry,” I muttered. “I… was trying to be as quiet as I could.” I looked at the man standing in the door. Before my eyes reached his face, I saw his bare feet, baggy pajama bottoms over his legs,
an innie belly button, washboard abs, well-defined pecs, broad shoulders, and bulging biceps. I blinked my eyes before looking at the face of the man. Peaking up from beneath my eyelashes, I was sure I’d see some freak with a red face, bulging veins, and bugged eyes angrily glaring at me. But that wasn’t the case. His face wasn’t angry. A little shocked, sure.
“I mean—” the man stuttered. “I work, you know. It’s three in the morning.”
“I’m sorry.” I nodded again and quickly shuffled to the end of the hallway. With trembling hands, I opened the door, stepped inside, and gently shut it behind me. All I could hear was the snapping of the dead bolt, the safety chain slipping into place, and my heart pounding in my ears. I dropped the duffel bag and the box on the floor. My hand covered my heart, and I let out a deep breath.
“Nice way to start off your new life, Katy. Way to aggravate the hot neighbor down the hall.” I shook my head and walked farther into the small living room. The rest of the stuff in the car could wait. It was just a few more bags.
After letting out a couple of deep breaths, I looked around. The bags and boxes just tossed randomly around the room made it look like a transient had taken up residence in the tiny apartment. It wasn’t nearly as big or as nice as my place in West Linn. That apartment had a tiny balcony. It was slowly transforming into a nice home before all the trouble started.
“All the trouble.” I chuckled bitterly. It wasn’t just trouble. It was a nightmare.
Imagine you’re out having coffee and reading a book at the corner coffee shop. You see a guy you’ve seen in your building before. What do you do? Smile. Say hi. Go about your business, right? He’s not particularly ugly, just not your type. But you keep running into him. Everywhere. So you try to be pleasant. On your way to work on the MAX train, he’s pushing people aside to stand near you. At the grocery store, he follows a couple people behind you picking up anything you might have touched or looked at. Working at a government-run public facility, like I did at the Portland Library, you can’t stop someone from coming in. You can’t stop them from sitting twenty feet away from where you are working and staring at you for the entire eight hours of your shift. You can’t stop them from whispering obscene suggestions or leaving pornographic images on the computer screens. People are allowed to view porn on library computers without fear. Yes, they are. There is nothing you can do to stop it. Nothing. Except moving away.
“Don’t think of it anymore, Katy. Your new hot neighbor has probably already fallen back asleep. He won’t remember you. No one else knows you are here. You are safe.” I smiled wearily. “Home sweet home.”
Chapter Two
Zac
I was exhausted. It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong did go wrong.
“Cliff, I need a solid.” It was a bitter pill to swallow as I spoke on the phone. Cliff and I had what you might call a tumultuous relationship. He said he had forgiven me for tackling the woman who ended up being his wife. Yet something in the way he spoke to me said he hadn’t forgiven me yet.
“Fuck off, Zac.”
“Don’t be like that, Cliff,” I soothed. “You can’t possibly still be mad at me for tackling Addie.”
“Zac, you didn’t just tackle her.”
“I’m a cop, Cliff. I have to put people in cuffs. It’s my job. Especially if I think that someone is going to hurt my best friend.”
“Best friend? I haven’t heard from you since the wedding.”
“Which was a beautiful affair, I must say.”
“You never apologized to Addie, Zac.”
“Apologize?” I laughed. “Cliff, I was running on adrenaline. Testosterone. You know how it is when you are in the zone and you think you’re about to nab the bad guy. Do I really need to apologize for that?”
“Yes,” Cliff hissed.
“Okay, I’ll give her a call tonight and apologize. Will that work for you?”
There was no answer at the other end.
“Great,” I pushed. “Now, I need to know where to find Avo Nates.”
“Avo Nates? What do you need my favorite informant for?” Cliff's voice was hard like a four-year-old who has just been asked to share his toys.
“I can’t get into it, right now.”
“Then you don’t need Avo,” Cliff snapped. He could be such a prick.
“Okay,” I mumbled. It isn’t right to lie to friends. But Cliff wasn’t a friend. He was more like what the chicks would call a “frenemy.” Part friend but mostly enemy. “I’ve got a lead on a Tigger Jones. He’s a member of the Sons of Silence motorcycle club.”
“Club.” Cliff snickered. I could see him shaking his head. It was a biker gang. Everyone knew it.
“Right. Well, I got a lead. They are expecting a shipment. But can’t get a handle on what it’s for. Guns? Dope? Girls? Or maybe they ordered some board games off of Amazon. So, you see. I need Avo. Maybe he’s heard something.”
“I’ll give him your number. He’ll call you.”
“I'll take it,” I replied happily.
“But if you don’t call Addie tonight—Addie, my wife, the woman I love—and tell her how you are sorry you never got a chance to say you’re sorry, we never do business again. And you’re going to tell her you never saw a prettier bride.”
“What?”
“You’ll say it. Or Avo won’t be calling you.”
“Fine.”
Avo did call after I agreed to Cliff's terms. Cliff was a good cop, and Addie was the perfect girl for him. But I couldn’t imagine it. Falling that hard for someone? The thought of it made my stomach crunch up. Especially when I was swimming in an ocean of paperwork all damn day. The weekend seemed like it was never going to get here. I had plans to go rock climbing and biking all alone. No phone. No tablet. No bad guys.
But as I said, today was one of those days.
Nothing came easy. I had to beg and plead and argue for every little scrap of help on a couple of cases I was working on. Just asking for a file or a time card or anything. No one was in a giving mood today.
Plus, add on top of that, calling Addie to apologize for something that happened over a year ago was really aggravating. I dialed that phone number three times. I hung up three times. Finally, I was able to set my pride aside and say hello.
“Hello, Zac.” Her voice was icy.
“Addie. You are just the person I wanted to talk to.”
There was no reply.
“Look, I know this is probably a day late and a dollar short, but I wanted to tell you how sorry I was about our first meeting.”
Still nothing.
“I was just doing my job. When a guy like me gets in the zone, it’s hard to shut it off. You’ve had to notice Cliff get the same way. He wouldn’t be the great cop he is if he didn’t get like that.”
Dead air.
“Madeline, I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say to her. “And, for what it’s worth, I thought Cliff was the luckiest guy in the world after seeing you on your wedding day. You looked beautiful.”
“I appreciate that, Zac.”
Finally.
“I’ll be sure to tell Cliff what you said about him being a great cop, too. He’ll appreciate that.”
“Let’s not go crazy, Addie. He doesn’t need to know that.”
“Of course he does. I know you guys aren’t that close. So it will mean a lot coming from you.”
Not that close was an understatement. We watched out for each other because we were on the force together. We had a use for each other. But let’s just say I wouldn’t ask him to watch my apartment if I was going to be gone for any length of time.
I wrapped up my conversation with a couple of awkward yes ma’ams and no ma’ams and promising to not be a stranger. If Addie told Cliff that I said he was a great cop, I was never going to hear the end of it.
But after I hung up, it wasn’t twenty minutes before I was getting the lowdown from Avo that I needed. That got me out of the station a
nd conducting a little surveillance, snapping a couple of pictures. During the process I witnessed a petty drug transaction go down, so all spying had to stop. I had seen the junkie doing the buying in the neighborhood a few times. He didn’t want to talk when I first approached him. But junkies don’t run all that fast for very long. Once he tripped over a couple of boxes in an alley and fell headfirst into a metal garbage dumpster, he was more than willing to talk. He might have come in handy sometime in the future.
So when I finally got home, I ate a bowl of granola with milk, drank some carrot juice, and fell into my bed. Sleep took over. I was dead to the world.
You can imagine how pissed I was when I was woken up by some idiot who was running the elevator up and down over and over. I was sure I’d find some drunk drooling on himself inside the elevator who didn’t remember what floor he lived on. I was not at all prepared for what I saw.
She was absolutely gorgeous. But I was already yelling when I opened the door. Not the greatest first impression ever made.
“What the hell? Do you have any idea what time it is? What the hell are you doing? It’s not a carnival ride, you know!”
I never wanted to yank back my words so badly as I did right then.
The woman had light brown hair. It looked wild like she’d run up a couple flights of stairs. Her skin shined with sweat, making her cheeks pink. I don’t know what color her eyes were. I’ll admit that I noticed them last. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved T-shirt, but there was no way to hide what she had underneath those loose-fitting clothes. An hourglass would have envied her curves. It was a body made for sin. Sure, that probably wasn’t the most gentlemanly thing to think especially after I’d just yelled at her. But I couldn’t help it.
“I’m so sorry. I… was trying to be as quiet as I could.”
Before I could apologize, she clutched her things and hurried down the hallway, disappearing into the last apartment at the end of the hall. I heard the locks slip into place.
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