by L. Grubb
I sit here, on my leather couch, eating Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough ice cream and watching re-runs of Friends. I’ve sunk into self pity and loathe myself for being so pathetic. This is the whole reason I never wanted to be with a man, why I always told Lauren I wasn’t interested in hooking up with anyone.
Now, I’m back in my normal life, back at work. Even though I love my work, my head is just not in the game. My boss noticed, ordered me to take another two weeks off to sort myself out, on the pretense that I work from home so I can catch myself up. I agreed, wanting nothing more than to lock myself in my apartment on my own.
Lauren calls me three times a day, but I have refused to let her visit. No one wants to be around me when I’m in this foul mood. I don’t want anyone to see me wallowing in misery.
Come on, Alexis, he’s just a man, I think to myself, trying to shake myself from this funk. It doesn’t work, and I end up finishing the whole tub of ice cream and feeling sick to my stomach. Like I give a crap.
I’m just drifting off to sleep when I hear the doorbell chime. Urgh, they can go away for starters. But persistent banging on my door makes me groan loudly before rolling off the sofa to get it.
“What?” I shout as I open the door, exasperated. I freeze. Cobra is on my doorstep looking all fresh and shit.
“Alexis.” There’s a haunted look in his eyes as he appraises me, head to toe. “Can I come in? We need to talk.”
“Do we?” I huff, crossing my arms across my chest, leaning on the door frame.
“Yes. Please, don’t leave us like this. Let me explain.” The pleading look in his eyes goes straight through me. I sigh and let him in.
I leave him to shut the door and take a seat in one of the faux leather chairs, just so I don’t have to sit next to him on the sofa.
“What do you want, Cobra?” I ask, nerves unsettling my stomach.
“To explain. You never gave me a chance,” he replies, carefully sitting down on the sofa, wincing in pain.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice laced with concern.
“I’ll be good,” he breathes out.
After the pain seems to have worn off, he starts speaking, explaining why he did what he did. “When I was sixteen, I was homeless. I have no family that I know of, and after the death of my parents, I ran so I wouldn’t be placed in the system. I stole food from stores and dumpsters to survive. I also joined a run down, disgusting gym, trained myself to be stronger. You can’t live on the streets and be weak. I got bigger, badder, stole purses and wallets. I regret it all, but you have to understand, I was sixteen and was homeless. Anyway, one day, I tried stealing off this lady with bright red hair wearing a leather jacket. She caught me, turned to smack me one, but I got there first and shot her. I didn’t know she died until a few weeks ago. I swear. I didn’t shoot to kill her, just a warning to not mess with me. It was an honest mistake, Alexis. I would never ever harm a woman on purpose. I haven’t since that day. A few days after that, the Crusaders MC took me in as a prospect, and I finally had the family I longed for.”
An honest mistake? I look at him, looking for any underlying lie. But the guilt on his face tells me all I need to know.
I get up and move to sit next to him and place my hand over his on a jean clad leg. The spark is still there, the intensity in it electrifying, and I suck in a breath. “I believe you, Dominic.”
His head shoots up, and he turns to look at me with wide, frightful eyes. “Really, princess?”
The vulnerability in his face captures my heart and I feel it mending. “Yes, I do.”
A smile breaks out, reaching his eyes with glee. “I’ve missed you so much, I’ve felt so lost.”
I give him a sad smile, apologizing for not letting him explain. “How’s the wound?”
“Better and the pain killers are amazing.” He laughs. “They also make me feel high as a kite”
I chuckle at this, a high Cobra? I can imagine that’s amusing.
“Come to bed with me, Alexis,” he whispers, his breath fanning over my hair. A shiver of pleasure overtakes me and desire pools in my tummy.
“Yes.” I moan. He takes my hand and leads me down the hall toward a blissful orgasm waiting to happen.
The End
About the Author
Lucii is a your typical British girl, hates the sun and hibernates when summer arrives! She lives at home with 3 year old daughter, where they spend the day watching Frozen and playing playdoh.
She started off as a regular person, job, home life, health issues and a love of reading. After reading the Fifty Shades phenomenon, she went on to social media to seek other authors writing the same or similar genres. She entered a world she didn’t know existed and went to open a successful blog.
Inspiring dreams took a back burner, while she learned the book community and met a bunch of amazing authors and readers alike.
A year later she decided to start writing, hoping against hopes that her friends and fellow readers will like what she brings to the table.
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