Chapter 10
Izzy
“Do you need a drink or anything?”
My voice is still just as shaky as my legs.
It’s now just me and that really big man.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a man his size before.
He has to be near seven feet. And he’s huge.
Which I so embarrassingly pointed out earlier.
I couldn’t get my mouth to stop rambling on.
God, it was horrifying. But he’s like an insanely gorgeous Hulk.
A hulk in black leather who’s staring at me.
“Could use a shower if you don’t mind? We’ve been on the road for two days straight.”
“Um…yes, of course. You can use anything. Clean towels are in the cabinet, and if you don’t like the smell of the shampoo, I have others under the sink.
I don’t know if it’s too fruity for you, because you’re so masculine.
I mean someone so dominant might not want to smell like flowers.
I mean…” Oh God, I’m doing it again. “Like I said, I have others under the sink if you need it.”
I clamp down on my tongue, trying to get myself from saying anything else. My cheeks are already burning hot. He must think I’m the biggest dork on the planet.
“You don’t have to be nervous around me, angel.
I’m not going to hurt you. If that ex stops by, don’t let him in.
You come get me so I can deal with him. I’ll be fast.” He turns and stalks down my hall to the bathroom, and I rush into my bedroom, needing to catch my breath for a minute. I need to get it together.
When my phone buzzes in my pocket, I let out a squeak. God, I’m such a jittery mess.
Unknown Number: I just saw someone through your window. Who the fuck is there with you?
Alex is watching me? He’s here? I rush out to my living room, seeing my curtains open, and quickly rush to close them.
Unknown Number: Who is he, Izabelle?
I’m hoping Shayna’s idea works as I type out my text. Now’s my perfect chance to prove that I’m over him.
Me: It’s my boyfriend. I’ve moved on, Alex, and you should too. If you show up at my door, he might kill you. I showed him your texts and he’s pissed. I mean it, Alex. LEAVE ME ALONE.
Unknown Number: You told me you loved me.
Is he for real? I can’t even wrap my head around who it is that I just spent the last year of my life dating.
Me: And you lied to me for over a year. Go fuck your wife, asshole. I’m done.
Unknown Number: No, you aren’t. You’re mad and trying to lash out, but your feelings can’t fade that fast. This guy is just your way of getting back at me.
Oh yes they can. My rose-colored glasses have been smashed to smithereens, and this stalker behavior has only heightened my disgust for him.
“Is that him?”
The deep voice startles me. That was a fast shower.
I turn, finding myself staring at a thick chest of muscles.
He didn’t put his shirt back on. The drops of water are still clinging to his skin, trickling down over the ripples.
Running all the way down to the trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his low-riding jeans.
The button isn’t even fastened. I swallow hard, never having seen a man built like him.
I thought Alex was cut from perfection. But this man… whew.
“Need your eyes to look up here, doll, before I’m tempted to do something I shouldn’t.”
Somebody shoot me now.
I’m blatantly checking him out.
“Did your ex text you again?”
I look back down at my phone, feeling the heat in my cheeks. “Yes. He did.”
“Show me.”
He’s suddenly standing before me, so close I can smell him. He smells crisp and clean, lathered in my soap and shampoo, but he doesn’t smell feminine. His underlying scent is mixed in, making something seductive and alluring. Completely intoxicating.
Finally giving up on me to answer, he takes the phone from my hands and studies the screen, his knuckles turning white as he reads my screen. He stalks over to my sliding glass door, pulling back the curtain to look out.
“Show me his car.”
There’s a lethal edge to his voice that has me hesitating. His head turns back, and the anger is cinched around every feature. I quickly shuffle forward, looking out to the parking lot. I don’t see Alex’s car anywhere.
“He must’ve left. Maybe now that he thinks I’m dating someone, he’ll leave me alone.”
“Not likely. What kind of car does he have so I can keep an eye out for him?”
“He drives an Audi R8. A red one.”
“Of course he fucking does. Don’t they all,” he mumbles, shaking his head.
If Alex ever finds himself standing in front of this man, he better watch out. Rogue looks like he wants to murder him. He’s about to squeeze the life out of my phone.