Chapter 2
REBEL
Leaning back in my office chair, I toss my pen down on top of the paperwork, letting out a harsh breath. It’s been a long day so far, and I’ve been working all afternoon on preparing for an upcoming case.
What makes today, more like this entire week, worse is the fact I haven’t had sex.
Normally by now, Grant and I would’ve met up a couple times.
This really sucks. Why does Rogue always mess up my life?
Okay, I know it’s not him doing it. It’s me being stubborn and not wanting to face the man like Grant had told me to.
So much has happened between the two of us.
I don’t know where to even start when it comes to Rogue.
He used to never be anyone but Xander at one point in my life.
I remember growing up, whenever I’d need to run to the clubhouse from my mom’s house—this being before we moved in with my uncle—he was always there for me.
Between him and Cy, they’d looked out for me.
Protecting me from the boogeyman himself.
You’d think my uncle or even my mom would forbid me from dating Xander as young as I was, but they didn’t.
Yes, they both set rules. What parent wouldn’t?
For two years of our relationship, we weren’t allowed to go anywhere unless someone else was with us.
This was okay because I still had my alone time with him.
Then everything had changed when I turned sixteen.
Mom had sat me down days before my birthday and spoke to me.
I’ve always been smart, hence my graduating high school at sixteen, finishing college and law school in six years.
My mom had said with me finishing everything as quickly as I was, she thought it best if I were to be emancipated.
Not that she didn’t want me to be with her.
Mom loves me, she’d just wanted me to legally be able to look out for myself since I was leaving for college right after high school, and she was also deploying.
She’d also talked with me about safe sex and what not to do when it came to Xander and me. We both knew that it wasn’t easy raising a child at a young age. Mom had learned the hard way by having me when she was just a teenager herself.
Sighing, I reach up and run my fingers through my long blonde hair, gathering my locks up off my shoulder.
It’s time to get out of here, go home only to do even more work.
Releasing my hair, it falls back down to the middle of my back.
I should really get it cut, but other than a trim, I haven’t found the courage to take any more off it.
Probably because every time I attempt to do so, Rogue’s voice pops into my head, telling me how much he loves my hair.
Standing from behind my desk, I gather everything I’ll need to take home with me and slide it into my briefcase.
There’s too much to go over when it comes to this case.
It’s also one I refuse to lose. Not when there’s a child involved.
Monday, we have a preliminary hearing which I’m sure the other party is going to try to get pushed back a few more weeks.
Fine by me. Gives me more time to gather more ammo against them.
I’m sorry you don’t violate a child and get away with it.
Leaving my office, I stop at my receptionist’s desk to find her already gone for the day.
I clench my teeth, making a mental note to find another receptionist soon.
This one is not working out. I mean, how hard is it to show up at work on time in the morning, inform me of when clients come in for a meeting, and stay until it’s time to get off.
It’s not easy to find good help these days.
Everyone wants things handed to them on a silver platter.
What happened to working for what you earn?
Sure my mom and uncle paid for my schooling, but I worked as well.
I handled everything else. My housing, bills, etc.
. . . Not once did I complain when my mom took the spoon out of my mouth.
Shaking my head, I walk outside. I pivot to face the door and lock it.
With the entrance secure, I head for my car, deciding to order noodles from TJ’s Noodles on the way home.
Stopping at the driver’s door, I frown as I notice the note under the windshield wiper blade.
Reaching out, I snag it in my hand and scan over it.
‘You screwed up bitch. Now I’m coming for you. This is your only warning.’
Rolling my eyes, I shove the paper in my briefcase. I open my car door and slide in behind the wheel, placing my stuff on the seat next to me. Starting the engine, I pull out my phone and call TJ’s Noodles, placing my order. By the time I get there, it will be ready.
Pulling out of my parking spot into traffic, I think over what I’m going to do the rest of the evening.
Being a Friday, I’m normally with Grant, but that’s not happening.
I figure I’ll change clothes, fix myself a glass of wine and eat.
When I finish, I’ll soak in the tub, then pull out one of my many toys to ease the tension in myself.
Yeah, I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.
I pull into my driveway and park my car in front of the garage instead of inside.
Getting out, I round the front of my car, and grab my stuff from the passenger seat.
I shut the door and head up the sidewalk onto my porch.
Unlocking my front door, I step inside, slip out of my heels, sighing in relief.
I’m a total flats type of person unless it’s a day I’m due to be in court.
Placing my briefcase on the table, I walk further into my house, heading into my kitchen. I place the bag from TJ’s Noodles on the counter and make my way to my bedroom. Walking down the hallway, I shrug out of my blazer.
I halt in the doorway to my room, eyes widening at what I find on my bed.
Oh. My. God.
Rogue is on my bed, arms bent, hands clasped behind his head, and his feet crossed on my comforter next to—wait, are those my toys next to him?
“What are you doing here?” I demand schooling my features. I don’t want him to see my reaction toward his being here.
“Waiting on you,” he grunts, bringing one of his hands from behind his head to the bed and lifts one of my toys up, and waves it in front of me. “I didn’t take you for having so many. I’m guessing they don’t satisfy your needs.”
Narrowing my eyes, I stomp over to the opposite side of the bed and reach out to snatch the toy from his hand. “You need to leave.”
I realize my error in judgment when Rogue grasps my wrist and yanks me down on the bed. “What are you doing?”
He rolls us until he’s positioned between my legs and hovering over me. “I’m taking back what should have always been mine,” he declares, grinding himself into my apex.
Planting my hands on his chest, I push against him. “Yours?” I breathe, fighting the way my body screams for him to touch me—to caress my nipples with the brush of his fingers.
Stop right there.
He smirks, “Yeah, Duchess, you’re mine. You always have been. Can’t deny it.”
“How dare . . .” I don’t get to finish my statement, because Rogue captures my mouth. Everything from there goes quickly, and I find myself naked with Rogue sliding inside me. Both of us breathing heavily against each other’s lips.
“Xander,” I pant, wanting him deeper.
“Fuckin’ missed this pussy, Duchess,” he growls, picking up the pace. His cock’s hitting the right places with every thrust.
Rogue reclaims my mouth, and something about the way he’s handling me sends me over the edge, making me come moaning against his mouth.
This might be the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and that’s saying something. It also frightens me.