Chapter 3 #2
“Yes, I know there’s food in the pantry…I don’t fucking cook. Do you want me to burn down the house?”
Viper finally hung up and I let my laughter burst forth. “Who was that?”
“Morena,” he replied. “She’s Hawk’s wife.”
He was the VP, I knew that much. I didn’t think I’d met Morena yet, but I liked her sassiness, so I could only imagine she’d be cool to get to know.
“Why can’t I stay with everyone at the clubhouse?” I asked him.
“I don’t know, kid, sorry. I’m not the one to ask. Maybe Rebel can lend you his phone and you can call that sister of yours, yeah?”
I nodded, not that I would ask. I just wish he was here. I’d become accustomed to our nightly movie marathons and our meals together even if we didn’t speak much. There was just something about his silent calmness that soothed my aching soul.
“What you wanna watch, kid?” he asked, handing me the remote.
I picked it up and put on the Kardashians.
Viper didn’t protest, and sat there and watched as the drama unravelled.
It almost made me miss Rebel even more. Personally, I wasn’t a fan of the show, I’d only done it before to piss him off, but it didn’t work.
He just tuned it out and put his earphones in.
Somehow, that impressed me. I settled in to watch the show but couldn’t get over the fakeness of it all so when Viper left the room to take a call, I switched the show onto an episode of Friends.
Viper was gone for a while so I settled in and watched as Rachel screamed at Ross when he tried to defend himself that they were on a break so sleeping with another woman was okay.
Didn’t that just say that he didn’t love her anymore?
That he could so easily sleep with someone else while he was supposedly in love with Rachel only meant he felt nothing.
If I’d been Rachel, I would have kicked him in the nuts.
When I let a man fall in love with me, I was going to be his only obsession. I wouldn’t settled for any less.
When Viper arrived back in the room, he had in his hands a bag of Chinese food.
I hadn’t even heard the door. I moved over to the table as Viper grabbed a fork and handed it to me.
If this were Rebel, not only would he have cooked this, but he’d have served me on a plate.
I couldn’t help but compare the two captors and prefer Rebel.
“When is Rebel back?” I asked.
Viper smirked as he slurped up some of the sauce on his chicken. “You like him?”
“No,” I said a little too quickly. “I’m just asking.”
“Sure,” he laughed. “He’s back tonight at some point, unless he finds some pussy I guess, then probably tomorrow.”
The way my stomach churned at the ease in which Viper said that had me a little nauseous and made me feel a little stabby. Why would he need to go out just to get pussy?
There was one right here to defile, my inner beast twirled around in my mind.
God. I did not like Rebel. I didn’t. We were friends.
No, you’re not. But he could be friends with your pussy, my mind swirled.
Fuck. I needed to get off the topic of Rebel.
“We can play a game later if you want,” he said.
“It’s okay, Viper, I’m just going to go and read.”
He nodded, not pressing the issue and I tried desperately not to think of Rebel fucking another woman while I was locked up here.
Something deep inside had me burning at the idea and I don’t know why.
I don’t know why I wanted to cry about it or why I was getting so emotional.
Surely this was some form of stockholm syndrome, right?
I finished what I could of my meal and I put the rest of it in the fridge for Rebel to eat when he got home and headed into my room.
Tears fell down my cheeks and I swept them away before I started to fully sob.
Picking up my kindle, I pushed it on and looked through my library of books and picked one that I figured would help me to fall asleep before I got comfy.
When was this torture going to end?
Rebel
Viper was asleep on the couch when I got back to the house.
I woke him up so he could head back. After a few jibes over an early night, I waved him off and went down the hall to see if Darby was still awake.
I couldn’t hear anything behind her door so I left it.
I knew she didn’t sleep well most nights and if she was finally having a good sleep, I’d hate to wake her.
I headed into the kitchen to grab some water, only to see the empty chinese bowls in the rubbish.
That motherfucker. There were leftovers in the fridge if he’d been bothered to open it.
I looked in the fridge and grabbed out a drink and saw a little post-it note on top of a tub of what looked like Mongolian Lamb.
You can finish the leftovers. I don’t usually eat this much anyway.
Darby.
She’d drawn a little love heart beside her name and for some reason that had my heart hammering in my chest. Not only was she on my mind constantly when she shouldn’t be, she was leaving me food in the fridge.
Fuck me.
I left it there, mainly because I never ate takeout unless it was pizza and because I knew she wouldn’t have eaten enough and would probably need it later.
I bet Viper didn’t make sure she ate enough.
He probably didn’t even spend time with her…
the prick. I should have got Fury and Ryleigh to watch her, at least then she could have some interaction.
Tonight had been a bust anyway.
The second I got close to fucking a woman, my hard-on withered away on me.
Funny, it hadn’t done that at any point being around Darby…
and yet the second I was about to get him sucked, he softened.
I wasn’t on my game. I knew taking a night off to get fucked was a bad idea but I was so confused about all the shit going on in my head especially when it came to that blonde haired goddess that I needed space from.
I moved down the hall to my room and laid down on the bed, falling asleep before getting rid of my clothes.
I woke up feeling hot and agitated, but that was because I had been stupid enough to fall asleep before showering. My stomach was hungry though, so I knew it was well past time I got up. When I got to the kitchen, I saw her sitting at the table, reading on her kindle. She was fully dressed already.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I’ll cook breakfast.”
She looked up at me, her smile turning to a frown. “Are you hungover?”
“No,” I chuckled. “I just…slept in.”
“How was your night?” she asked me. I didn’t miss the edge to her tone. Usually she smiled at me as I moved about the kitchen, eager for whatever I was going to cook for us, but this morning, she was shut off from me.
Viper had better not have upset her or I’d knock him the fuck out.
“Pretty boring actually,” I told her, honestly. “What about yours? I see Viper didn’t bother to look for the leftovers I left for you.”
She smirked and put her kindle down. Finally, a smile. “Nope. I take it that he doesn’t know how to use an oven.”
I shook my head. “Most of the boys don’t.”
Darby sidled up the counter and there it was again. Hard dick the second I inhaled that flowery concoction of a perfume. “Did you even change?”
I looked down and sighed. “No…fuck. I’ll go shower quickly before I cook.”
When I moved past her, she stumbled a little over the end of the kitchen stool. I whipped around and caught her, making sure she was steady on her feet before I moved back. My dick was painfully pressing against my pants now.
Her smile was lost and she looked…upset. Her eyes became a little watery before she stepped away from me.
“You good?”
“Yep.”
She wouldn’t meet my eyes and somehow I knew she was mad at me. Had she felt my raging erection for her? Was she upset I touched her?
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Rebel, go and change,” she barked out and moved away from me again.
“What the fuck?” I replied. “You were smiling not two minutes ago and now you’re pissed at me?”
“Whatever,” she said, stomping back to her room and slamming the door.
My mind was reeling from the whiplash of what had just happened.
I should leave it be and let her calm down on her own but I couldn’t.
Blame it on the lack of blood circulating in my brain while I stormed after her and opened the door.
She was sitting on the edge of her bed, anger written all over her face.
“Are you hormonal or something? Is it that time of month?”
The look she shot me instantly had me regretting it the second I saw how mad she’d gotten. Fuck. Fuck.
Abort, abort, my mind screamed. Before I could retreat, she opened that gorgeous mouth of hers.
“Why would you ask that?”
“I don’t know, Darby, I don’t know this shit. I didn’t grow up around women and the women who I did know didn’t get periods anymore. I just…I don’t know what to do here.”
“Okay, I can understand that, so let me give you a lesson…I can be emotional and cry without my period, I can do it at any given time of day. I can be emotional because I’m ovulating and horny as fuck, and I can be emotional because I saw a sad thing in a movie.
It doesn’t relate to me bleeding for a week every month.
Even if I were due for them, bringing it up like that… bad fucking move.”
I sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I just…don’t know any of this shit.”
“Obviously. I don’t know anything about you and I’m stuck here with you and I literally have no idea who you are. I don’t even know your real name.”
I never told anyone my name. No one, only my brothers knew it, and yet I felt like I wanted her to know it, too. What the hell was happening to me? “Kendrick.”
“Oh.”