She is driving me insane with her stubbornness, it’s painfully clear that she is worn out from moving her things, and yet she is insisting on working regardless. I respect her commitment, but I can’t bear to see her running herself down and it’s confusing to me, as I don’t know why I care so damned much.
Having her standing in front of me, in only a towel further adds to my frustrations, because it barely hides her figure, and I am insanely attracted to her right now.
Her red hair is wet and trailing down her back, but it’s clear she towelled it off before coming out, as it’s not dripping. A few stray drops of water cover her tanned skin and I have an urge to lick them off.
Her toned long legs are bare to my eye, and I cannot help but imagine, how it would feel to have them wrapped around my waist.
My body moves closer to hers, subconsciously and hers responds, by moving back until she is against the wall, with nowhere to go. Having her trapped in fro
I pull my car into the main drive and glance at the clock on the dash, through my blurry vision I can see that it is approximately 1 am. I open my door and stumble out onto the gravel, unsure if I have made too much noise or not, then proceed to try walking to the front door. As I finally put my key into the lock, the door opens, and I lose my balance because I was leaning in it. I fall forward and I am caught by someone, but I can’t tell through my alcoholic haze, who it is. “Sir? Are you alright?” “Mmmm Yeah! Wasssss on my way to my offissssss.” “Sir, are you drunk?” “M-m-maybe? Hic! Hahaha!” I attempt to push away from the person, to stand on my own feet but they have too firm a hold on me and I barely budge them. “Leggoo! I can walHic!” “No Sir, you are too intoxicated. I will take you.” “Thanxssss. Offissssss Pleeezzzze!” “Okay, but please try to be quiet so the staff can sleep.” “Mmmm, Rayn
After what happened in my room that morning and helping Lance into the house that night after he returned so drunk, he could barely stand, I keep my focus on working in the yard and avoiding him. Focusing on work is the only way to distract me from thoughts of how his touch felt on my skin. I have never experienced anything like it and when I consider that he is the first man I have ever been intimate with in that way, I feel a mix of exhilaration and sadness. I need to move on past him or he is going to succeed in breaking me. That intimate moment in my room weighs heavy in my heart. I messed up, I let down my guard and did the one thing I swore not to do. But his reaction still came as a shock, I never expected him to be so cold toward me afterwards. The more I think about it the worse I feel because no matter how perfect the moment was, it hasn’t changed anything between us for the better. So, no more feeling sorry for myself. I cannot let
A couple of hours later I am sipping my drink while listening to the guys argue over which of them is better at training the colts. I chuckle at how silly they sound as the argument continues to get increasingly heated, then let my attention wander around the bar. It is quiet in here tonight, so a few scattered pieces of conversation drift my way, but then I hear Lance’s name mentioned and that grabs my full attention. “I am serious. Lance Stallion, the disgraced Prince has developed a taste for drinking to excess and then bedding the first girl brave enough to walk over to him.” “You are telling me that if he walked in then sat at the bar, and I was to offer myself, he would accept?” “Damn straight girl. He had Vanessa a few months ago and the way I hear it they never even made it inside the car. She says he was an animal, and it was the best sex she has ever had.” “No way!” “It’s true, and since then he has been spotted in here most
“Knock! Knock! Knock!”I groan and lift my head from my desk at the unwelcome interruption.“What?!”“Knock! Knock!”I growl in annoyance and stand to go open the door. I drank far too much last night and the blonde I spent time with this time, is just a blur in my memory. I tug the handle, but the door doesn’t move, I stare at it confused before remembering I locked it.When I finally get the door open it reveals a face I am not prepared to see, Rayne.She stands at the threshold of my office and her presence fills me with warmth the same as always, but the severe expression on her face combined with the fresh bruising has me both confused and angry that someone has put their hands on her.“We need to talk, Sir.”I frown at the aggression in her tone.“Since when do you speak to me like that?”“Since you are losing your mind.”I
Beep! Beep! Beep! Oh, thank the gods, I am alive. My thoughts are filled with relief as I regain consciousness once more and the beeping of the machines greets my ears. I do not know how much time has passed but I can feel my body a bit better now. My eyelids are still heavy, but my hearing is as sharp as ever and I pick up on some voices around me. “Rayne, please you need to keep your strength up. Eat something. There is no point in letting yourself waste away like this.” “No, I am not hungry. Please uncle just leave me alone, I’m fine.” “You are not fine and if your parents were here to see you like this, they would string me up by my shoelaces.” “Don’t bring them into this Anton! It has nothing to do with them!” “Don’t you take that tone with me, young lady. From the time that they passed to the day, you became an adult I have been your guardian and I continue to look out for you because I care. Now eat something or
I leave the hospital upset and angry at Lance for being so narrow-minded. This is his health we are talking about, his life. He has no idea how stubborn I can really be when I am determined to make something right. The truth is that finding Lance in such a state after previously yelling at him was utterly terrifying for me. As a result of this, while I have been staying with Lance at the hospital my uncle has removed all traces of alcohol from the house. Yesterday, he assured me that he was extremely thorough in the office and what he found shocked everyone. None of us realised before this, that his alcohol consumption had reached such a point. So, I decided yesterday to reach out to the doctors at the hospital and together we are going to encourage him to sober up. They have assured me that they are intending to refer him to the best rehab clinic for helping people beat alcoholism. So, for now, I will leave him to their care and focus on managi
It has been a year and he is almost unrecognisable. His black hair that he always had slicked back is now longer and falling loose over his eyes. I am amazed that he has not cut it, but at the same time, it suits him. It just needs a trim and women will fall at his feet. His dark eyes are shining with a light that was missing last year, but there is still a shadow there lingering at the back.There is a light amount of stubble on his cheeks and chin, but I can tell it is not just morning growth, it has been maintained at this length and it suits him. I have a strange urge to run my fingers over it and have to clench my fist to stop myself from reaching out to touch him.His flannel shirt is unbuttoned, and he is wearing a black T-shirt beneath that hugs his chest like a second skin. But because of this, I can see that he has lost a bit of muscle while he has been away. Luckily, a few days out with the horses will help to regain that definition in no time.His bl
Sitting there feeling her hands in my hair is utter torture. I have been fighting my body this entire time because her touch stokes a fire in my veins and sends shivers of pleasure through my skin.I have the strong desire to pull her into my arms and keep her there, which I do once she steps in front of me. I feel her body temperature spike and hear her breath hitch at my action, so I know I affect her the same as she affects me. But she is fighting it and reluctantly I let her go as she pulls out of my grasp and takes the towel down.Looking at my reflection I hardly recognise myself and I have to admit she has done a decent job. The blending of the longer hair on top with the shorter sides is so well done I would assume a professional did it if I didn’t know better. I also find myself liking the style she chose more than how I used to have my hair before.“Um, so what do you think?”I look away from my reflection and lock eyes with he