his eyes are still playful.
“C’mon, Em. I can’t touch you at all now?” he says practically whining.
“Side hug and fist bump like before. You know the rules, Lucas,” I say, playfully scolding him.
“Fine. You win. You moved me into the “friend zone” again. I get it,” he says sighing dramatically. “You’re a real ball buster, you know that Em?” he says chuckling.
Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Waitress by night, ball busting bitch by day. It’s a habit I’m trying to break.
“Okay, off to work. Bye , Lucas,” I say walking away, waving at him.
“ Two words, Em. Ball buster,” he yells after me.
I chuckle, glad that we’re back to being friends. I still think we have a little while to go before he finally gives up on me. I really need to play matchmaker with him and get him hooked on someone else. The only name that comes to mind is Leslie. I’ll have to play cupid with those two. I don’t see either of them making the first move on their own.
I round the corner of the bar lost in my thoughts, as I collide with a hard body.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t…” I say but can’t finish the apology.
I turn my head, looking into two foreboding eyes. My spine tingles, my palms breaking out with moisture. My left eye begins to twitch, a nasty quirk that seldom arises.
“Nice to see you again, Emma.”
Chapter 3: New Friends, Old Enemies
Marcus grabs my arm with his hand, giving the pretense of trying to balance me after our collision. I know for a fact that he’s not trying to aid me. He’s trying to intimidate me. It’s not fucking working. Well, kind of not working.
I yank my arm out from under his hold, almost falling back in the process. Damn, he really had a good grip on me.
He sneers at me, moving his eyes down towards my mouth. He starts reaching towards my lips, and I practically ninja-slap his hand away. I’m not some woman who you can manhandle, so back the fuck off!
He chuckles by my response to him. Ugh, I fucking hate that laugh. I want to just shove my boot down his throat until his wind pipe bursts. He truly brings out the worst in me.
“I like a fighter. Makes it more interesting when they submit,” he says smiling.
I cringe at his words, trying to move around him. As much as I want to retaliate and tell him off, I know I shouldn’t. I know I might not be the smartest person in the world but I know that this guy is dangerous.
“Hey now, don’t run off yet. We barely got to catch up. I heard that you and Aiden aren’t together anymore and I wanted to say that I’m really sorry. Looks like he chose his wife over you. She’s a tight little piece off ass, so I don’t blame him,” he says leering.
My temper is getting the best of me and he knows it. He’s just waiting for me to lash out at him. I almost take the bait but not quite. Let him think that’s he’s won.
“Yeah, well, what can you do? Thanks for the concern,” I say trying to get around him once again.
“Cut the shit, Emma. We both know that you want to tear my eyes out and kick me in the junk. I’d let you too. But then you’d have to be punished for being a bad girl,” he says, his mouth almost twisted in anger.
“ You know what I’d do to you? I’d pin your arm behind you so you couldn’t move. Then I’d snap the bone in half with my hand. You’d scream out in pain, begging me to stop. But I can’t, Emma. I want to hear you scream my name, pleading with me. I’d squeeze your neck until I heard you take your last breath. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You like it rough, don’t you, Emma?” he says chuckling.
This guy is a fucking
“C’mon, Em. I can’t touch you at all now?” he says practically whining.
“Side hug and fist bump like before. You know the rules, Lucas,” I say, playfully scolding him.
“Fine. You win. You moved me into the “friend zone” again. I get it,” he says sighing dramatically. “You’re a real ball buster, you know that Em?” he says chuckling.
Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Waitress by night, ball busting bitch by day. It’s a habit I’m trying to break.
“Okay, off to work. Bye , Lucas,” I say walking away, waving at him.
“ Two words, Em. Ball buster,” he yells after me.
I chuckle, glad that we’re back to being friends. I still think we have a little while to go before he finally gives up on me. I really need to play matchmaker with him and get him hooked on someone else. The only name that comes to mind is Leslie. I’ll have to play cupid with those two. I don’t see either of them making the first move on their own.
I round the corner of the bar lost in my thoughts, as I collide with a hard body.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t…” I say but can’t finish the apology.
I turn my head, looking into two foreboding eyes. My spine tingles, my palms breaking out with moisture. My left eye begins to twitch, a nasty quirk that seldom arises.
“Nice to see you again, Emma.”
Chapter 3: New Friends, Old Enemies
Marcus grabs my arm with his hand, giving the pretense of trying to balance me after our collision. I know for a fact that he’s not trying to aid me. He’s trying to intimidate me. It’s not fucking working. Well, kind of not working.
I yank my arm out from under his hold, almost falling back in the process. Damn, he really had a good grip on me.
He sneers at me, moving his eyes down towards my mouth. He starts reaching towards my lips, and I practically ninja-slap his hand away. I’m not some woman who you can manhandle, so back the fuck off!
He chuckles by my response to him. Ugh, I fucking hate that laugh. I want to just shove my boot down his throat until his wind pipe bursts. He truly brings out the worst in me.
“I like a fighter. Makes it more interesting when they submit,” he says smiling.
I cringe at his words, trying to move around him. As much as I want to retaliate and tell him off, I know I shouldn’t. I know I might not be the smartest person in the world but I know that this guy is dangerous.
“Hey now, don’t run off yet. We barely got to catch up. I heard that you and Aiden aren’t together anymore and I wanted to say that I’m really sorry. Looks like he chose his wife over you. She’s a tight little piece off ass, so I don’t blame him,” he says leering.
My temper is getting the best of me and he knows it. He’s just waiting for me to lash out at him. I almost take the bait but not quite. Let him think that’s he’s won.
“Yeah, well, what can you do? Thanks for the concern,” I say trying to get around him once again.
“Cut the shit, Emma. We both know that you want to tear my eyes out and kick me in the junk. I’d let you too. But then you’d have to be punished for being a bad girl,” he says, his mouth almost twisted in anger.
“ You know what I’d do to you? I’d pin your arm behind you so you couldn’t move. Then I’d snap the bone in half with my hand. You’d scream out in pain, begging me to stop. But I can’t, Emma. I want to hear you scream my name, pleading with me. I’d squeeze your neck until I heard you take your last breath. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You like it rough, don’t you, Emma?” he says chuckling.
This guy is a fucking
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