"We'll see about that." He whispered. Luckily, the doctor chose that moment to come check on her.
He quickly looked her over, listened to her chest and checked her pulse. "Ms. Newport, your vitals are where we wanted to see them. Your oxygen level is up and your color is much better. I think it is time we kicked you out. I will have the nurse bring in your discharge papers. I assume Mr. Porter will be taking you home?" The doctor asked as he jotted down noted in her chart.
With a quick confirmation look toward Alex, who nodded, she answered the doctor. "Yes, he will be."
"Good. The nurse will be in shortly." With that the doctor left.
"Alex, thank you again for bringing me to the hospital."
"You're welcome. I would do anything for you, Izzy." He kissed her forehead, his voice so serious for a brief moment, before it took on a hint of humor. "Since we didn't get to have dinner, to celebrate our new found friendship. How about we pretend we still hate each other and continue on with our affair?"
"Hmm, I may still have enough hate left in me to continue on once I'm well." She smiled and winked at him. Coughing a little after.
"After you're well, then. Let me see what is holding that nurse up so we can get you back home." He kissed her forehead again and left.
It may be a mistake for them to carry on for longer than they had intended to, but her heart was simply not ready to let him go. A few more weeks of happiness would give her more memories to thrive on after they truly did go their separate ways.
Chapter Sixteen
Cleaning up her room after her afternoon kindergarten class had done their best to destroy her classroom; Izzy wondered what the hell the parents gave this group of kids before sending them to her. The kids in her morning class were pure angels. They listened and were engaging; put away the toys and other supplies before leaving. The afternoon classes however, were devils. Every last one of them. She needed to work in a pentagon shaped room so she had more corners to put time out chairs in for the little demons.
Laughter came from her open classroom door; she turned to see her fellow kindergarten teacher Darren leaning his lean sexy body against the door frame. “Wow you weren’t kidding about this class. Are those spit balls in your hair? They learned that skill a little early.” Darren marveled at the demon’s skills. He pulled a few small white paper balls from her hair.
“Ugh, I thought I got them all. Seriously, I have tried everything with these kids and nothing works.” Izzy shook her hair with her hands in a vain attempt to get the remaining spit balls out of her hair. Spit balls as kindergarteners, really?
Darren sauntered into her classroom, and sat at her desk chair. The man was far too big to squeeze into the child sized seats scattered around the room. Giving up on her attempt to clean up after the little bastards she sat on the edge of her desk facing Darren. He reached up and rubbed her arm in comfort. “You have Dylan Crane, right?” She nodded. “I had Dylan’s older brother two years ago, and that little kid was an asshole. I hate to say that about a five year old but damn he tested me every day. And he got most of the kids to follow him to the dark side.” Darren shook his head. “Something is wrong with that family. The parents always defended him, spouting off that as his teacher I ‘wasn’t challenging him enough’.” Darren did the quotes with his fingers.
“So what did you do?” Izzy asked, hopeful he had some good advice. She had already been told by Dylan’s parents that he was bored and she wasn’t challenging him.
Darren smiled, flashing his perfectly straight bright white teeth. The man was the whole package. “I blew off everything his parents had to say and kept a close eye on the little shit. I busted him for every little thing, just to let him know he couldn’t push me around like he could his parents. Took a few weeks, and he tried every last thing he could think of, but eventually he settled down and so did the class.”
Thinking about his plan she nodded. “I think I will give it a try. Thanks Darren!” Izzy jumped off the desk and hugged her friend.
When she released him from the hug, he studied her face carefully. “Spill it, girl. What else has your panties in a twist?”
Pushing away from him, she went back to cleaning up the mess. “Nothing, what makes you think something is going on?” She asked, without looking at him at him.
She heard a giant sigh before she heard her desk chair push back. “Izzy, Izzy, Izzy, who do you think you are trying to bullshit here, huh? I have known you for five years, you aren’t as hard to read as you think. If it was just the problem with Dylan and the rest of the demon spawns, you would have ran to your laptop and started typing new lesson plans focused on keeping Dylan out of trouble. Instead, you gave me a hug and walked off.”
Izzy only shrugged her shoulders and went back to her cleaning.
“Ahhh I see now, you have a man in your life.” Darren’s voice held a hint of amusement.
Still not turning to face him, she shrugged again. “Kind of.”
“Kind of? Either you have a man or you don’t. Or is it a friend with benefits type thing?” She looked over her shoulder in time to see Darren wiggle his eyebrows at her.
Giggling a little in response, she turned to face him, throwing the last of the scattered toys into the correct bin. “I’m sorta seeing Alex.”
His eyebrows shot up to his hair line and his jaw dropped. “Alex as in the asshole you have been bitching about for the past six months. Oh, honey, you need to tell me everything!”
“No way. I know you have a new boy toy and you haven’t told me one detail.” Izzy smirked.
“I have an idea. We go to dinner somewhere in LoDo, and tell each other all of our deep dark dating secrets. I tell you all about my boy toy of the month and you tell me how you ended up getting your brains screwed out by the devil himself, deal?” Darren asked with a giant smirk.
Izzy had to laugh. “The devil himself, huh?”
“That is how the man has been described. Although I have a strange feeling details have been left out. Specific details regarding what this devil is hiding in his slacks that made you allow him into your bed are needed. And I mean specific details, size, girth, and how well he uses what God gave him.” Darren wriggled his eyebrows at her.
More laughter escaped from her mouth. She linked her arm with Darren’s. “Come, let’s get something to eat and a maybe a few drinks and I will tell you all about the devil in my bed.”
~*~*~*~
Alex was in a bad mood. He didn’t want to be out with the guys, he wanted to be in bed with Izzy. Unfortunately for his libido, the guys dragged him out of the office and straight to the upscale bar/restaurant near Coors Field.
He wanted to protest, tell them he had plans, but no one knew about Izzy and his relationship. If you can call what they were doing a relationship. He wanted a relationship with her, but the minute they were clothed, her hatred for him came back full throttle. Even their agreed time together was over. Not that that had stopped the two of them from engaging in some very none friend activities.
If she found out he was, as Phin put it, “on the hunt for tail,” he would never see her naked again. Agreement or no agreement. That was a sight he wasn’t ready to give up, especially for a night out with the guys. Yet here he was, leaning against the bar, watching the game. Really, he was watching the clock trying to calculate the amount of time he had to stay there before he could fake tired and leave.
“Where’s Collin?” Derek asked. Derek seemed a little twitchy to get home to his beautiful girlfriend. Maybe Alex could use that to his advantage.
“Caroline called him; something else broke, in that shitty house of hers.” Alex replied. Collin was always fixing something in that death trap of a house Caroline lived in.
“Why she loves that fucking house I will never understand.” Derek said, taking a pull of his beer, turning his eyes back to the game. Random tail, no longer interested him either.
“I am surprised Roni was ok with you going out with just the bo
ys. You know she hates the super-secret boy outings as she has deemed them.” Alex was pushing his friend into wanting to leave, so that he could sneak out behind him.
“Yep, that woman hates being left out of anything, but her and Jemma decided they didn’t want to bear witness to watching barely legal school girls, her words not mine, throw themselves at you guys inflating your egos beyond belief. I think they needed to get away from the testosterone and have a night in estrogen land for a change.” Derek replied with a grin.
“Where they meeting up with Gracey and Izzy?” He asked casually.
“Nope just those two. They couldn’t get ahold of the other two girls.” Derek answered without taking his eyes off the TV.
That meant Izzy was at home, he really needed to get the hell out of the bar and head to her place. Instead of making a run for the door, he settled back in the bar stool to pass the time watching the game he had no interest in.
Phin, Gavin and Roc on the other hand were chatting up a group of pretty barely 21 year olds on the other side of the bar. Maybe I can sneak out? Alex pondered his chances of making it out the door without any of them noticing. He looked around the space to determine his best route of escape, that’s when he saw her.
“What the fuck?” He growled before he could stop himself.
Derek swiveled his attention to the point, Alex’s eyes were locked on. He let out a chuckle. “Well, now that’s something you don’t’ see every day. Good for her.” Derek laughed, turning back to his beer and the game.
Alex kept his eyes locked on the table in the dark corner of the restaurant portion of the building. Sitting there was Izzy, with what appeared to be a date. The man was dressed in an expensive suit, with a watch on his wrist that screamed money. His coloring was much the same as Roc’s Italian complexion.
The man said something Alex couldn’t hear, given the distance between them, which made Izzy laugh. He wondered if it was the real laugh she had with him, that included small cute snorts, or the more refined laugh she saved for impressing people. He wondered if this was the first date they had been on. He felt anger growing inside of him. He had behaved like a monk since the moment she walked back into his life. She had been the only woman he had been with in the last eight months.
The man and Izzy both stood, clearly getting ready to leave. He grabbed her coat from her and held it for her as she put it on. He whispered something into her ear as he did. Izzy turned to the man. She smiled and nodded in agreement to whatever he had suggested. Alex’s imagination was filling in the blanks on that one. Anger and jealousy had his blood pressure spiking.
“Hey man I have to run. I’ll catch you later.” Alex mumbled to Derek placing a twenty on the bar to cover the tab. Derek lifted his beer as a goodbye, a little smirk on his face.
Alex watched the couple as he pushed past the people milling around the bar. He followed them out of the restaurant, picking up his pace to catch them before they made it to their car.
Seeing her car parked along the street a quick plan formed in his head. He faked a stagger, as he approached. “Izzy? What are you doing here?” He slurred.
Her eyes went wide with shock. “Alex! Hi.” Her date stepped closer to her, placing his hand on the small of her back.
Alex barely refrained from growling at the man.
“You ok, man?” Her date asked him, clearly worried.
He wanted to pummel the man with his bare hands, throw Izzy over his shoulder and take her to his bed. His inner caveman thought that was a great idea. Instead he went ahead with his plan. He stumbled into her a little, as if the light breeze had knocked him off balance. “I’m fine, dude.” He pulled his keys from his pocket. “Just trying to remember where I parked my car.”
“Alexander Porter, you are not driving!” She snatched the keys from his hands. Just as he had hoped she would. She placed the keys in her purse. Huffing out a breath, “Alex, give me a minute and I will drive you home.”
She turned her attention to her date. “Darren, thank you for a wonderful dinner. Sorry to cut the evening short. I need to drive this idiot home.” Alex wanted to beat his chest in triumph.
Darren leaned down to her. “You’re safe with him?” She laughed a little and nodded. “Ok then, you’re a good friend. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He kissed her cheek. “Take care, man. Lots of water and some aspirin.”
As soon as Darren walked away, Izzy turned to her car. “Let’s go. Can you make it or do you need to lean against me?” Not one to pass up an opportunity to feel her against him he leaned his large body against her petite frame. They made it the short distance to her car and she loaded him into the passenger seat.
She got in behind the wheel and buckled her seat belt. “How long have you guys been out drinking?”
He waited until she pulled out into traffic and drove a few blocks down before answering. “Not long.” He no longer slurred his speech and straightens in his seat. “Can I have my keys back now? I need them to get into my place.”
Alex could almost feel the anger rolling off of her. Maybe this wasn’t a good plan. Izzy whipped the car over a lane of traffic, almost killing the two of them in the process, to park the car along the street. “What the fuck, Alex? You aren’t drunk at all!”
“Nope, didn’t even finish one beer.” He winked at her.
“Out! Get the fuck out of my car!” She even went as far as to unbuckle his seat belt and lean over to open his door. She was pushing on him to get him going. “I said get out! You rotten bastard fuckwad, Alex Porter!”
He looked at her and could see she was going to need time to calm down. Alex looked at the buildings around him. He was only a few blocks from home. He could give her that time to cool off before he talked to her. “Ok, thanks for the ride, sweetheart.”
His feet had barely hit the pavement, before she pulled back into traffic. Wow, she was a crazy driver when pissed. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he whistled as he walked the short distance home, completely content with the fact that he ruined the end of her date.
~*~*~*~
Izzy slammed the door shut after entering her apartment. “That fucking douche bag!” She mumbled as she threw her purse onto the small table next to her front door. She couldn’t believe he would do something so manipulative to end her time out with her friend.
She paced her apartment with rage induced energy. She was out with Darren tonight because he was the only person she could talk to about Alex. Unfortunately, Alex interrupted right as Darren was about to give her insight into the male mind she so desperately needed at the moment.
A heavy knock at her door stopped her mid pace. Knowing exactly who was at the door, she contemplated for a moment if letting him in was the best choice. She had been watching a lot of true life murder stories lately; maybe she could get away with killing the man once and for all.
Needing to yell at him, she ripped open the door. “What do you want now? Do you want to make sure I am alone? Or how about going through the contacts on my phone, so you can delete everyone’s number but your own?”
The bastard smiled, stepping passed her. “I wanted to make sure you got home ok. You seemed upset.”
Taking deep breaths and counting to ten did nothing to tamp down the rage in Izzy. “Upset? Upset? Pissed, Alex, pissed would be the correct term.”
“And you were pissed because….” He drug out the last word.
“Because you ruined my night out! You had no right to pull that shit.” Izzy screamed in his face.
Suddenly, Alex’s face was a breath away from her own. “No right? Are you fucking kidding me Izzy? I have every right to end a date you are on. You are the one who shouldn’t be out on a date in the first place.” He spoke in a low possessive rumble. The sound of his voice had all her girl parts going crazy.
Oh, he thought I was on date. Is this jealousy? Izzy decided to be a bitch and play with him a bit. She placed her hands on her hips, “And why exactly should I not be going on dates?”
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“Simple, you’re fucking me! And as long as we are sleeping together, no other man should have his hands on you. Nor should you be having a romantic dinner with a man, or anything else close to a date.” By the end of his speech, the volume of his voice was at concert levels.
The naïve romantic in her, swooned at his possessive words. The independent man hating side of her, wanted a fight. She stabbed his chest with her pointer finger, “So you can go whoring around town, but I can’t go on a date?”
Anger and hurt flashed simultaneously in his eyes. Rather than argue with her, he grabbed her. Kissing her hard. Rather than her hands pushing him away, as her brain had told them to do, they gripped his hair. Her leg wrapped around his hip.
He growled and lifted her, slamming her against the door. Her legs immediately wrapped tighter around his hips. His lips left hers, descending down her neck. Alex worked his hand between them, moving her thong to the side; he pushed one thick finger into her. Working her into a frenzy. “Please, Alex, I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Tell me. Tell me you won’t go on another date. Tell me, I am the only man in your life.” He hissed into her ear, gently biting her earlobe at the end.
“You’re the only man. You always have been. Now, please Alex!”
His hand left her instantly. She could feel him work his pants open. A moment later, Alex drove his cock inside of her. They both moaned loudly. If anyone was walking by her door right now they were getting free audio porn. Her body banged the door every time he rammed into her.
Both of them were panting and moaning. “Harder.” She demanded. Alex was quick to oblige. Gone was the gentle lover, she knew, tonight he was pure alpha male. Her inner cavewoman felt as though he was claiming her in the most primal way. That cavewoman was right on board with that idea.
“Come for me Izzy.” He snarled, picking up his pace.
“Oh, God, Alex!” Her body tensed, giving into him, sending her over the edge of bliss.
“Fuck Izzy!” He pumped into her two more times and then held tight inside of her, his forehead resting on hers. Both trying to come back to reality.
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