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HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 17
FRANKIEI hear something like a knock on my door and sit up, rubbing my sleepy eyes. There is a second knock which makes me huff in annoyance. I don’t know who would be knocking on my door this late. Room service? No. I didn’t order for anything so the question is who could it be? The person on the other side doesn’t know anything about patience because they knock the third time making me scurry out of bed and walk to the door seething with anger. I open the door angrily and come face to face with a fuming Trey. His eyes are still beautiful but you can’t miss the anger in them.Why is he this angry?Oh yeah! I know why so no need for rhetorical questions.“What are you doing here?” I ask walking back into the room.“What do I look like I’m doing here?” he asks walking in and slamming the door angrily. This is another level of mad.“How did you find me?”“What the hell is wrong with you Frankie?” he tosses the bag into the closet and approaches me, clenching his jaw.Holy crap! F
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He pushes me to lie on the bed and looks down at me. His eyes change. They become dark and foggy. More intense and it’s driving me crazy. My whole being yearns for him. My whole body is aching for him.He lies on top of me, running his knuckles on my cheekbone. Everything he does is driving me crazy. Even if he decides to sneeze or cough, that will still drive me crazy. I don’t know what he is doing to me but I’m not willing for him to stop. I rather stay in this torture, where my whole body is burning for him, rather than away from him.“You decided to put me through hell?” he whispers sucking at the hollow of my throat. This is hot. It’s intentional but hot.“Mmh tomboy! You wanted to make me suffer?” he rubs his nose on mine, in a very sensual way.“I will go with Frankie.” I whisper waiting for the breath to be sucked out of me completely. “I will go with tomboy. You are my tomboy.” He whispers and goes back to nuzzling my neck. “And you know what?”“What?” I whisper back, trying
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 19
I’m wrapped in Trey's arms when I wake up. His legs are wrapped around mine making it hard for me to get out of bed. I look at his handsome face and smile. He is so peaceful when asleep and I could watch him all day and night.I lift my hand to touch him but withdraw it and put it back in it’s position. I don’t know why it feels wrong yet he is mine.Yeah, right. He is mine. He came to Paris to see me. He tracked me down and he is now here with me. He made love to me. Told me he wants me to be his girlfriend. He said his whole being wants me. What other assurance do I want? For him to put a sticker that says he is mine on his forehead?Maybe.I grin at my wicked thought. It can’t be a bad idea. I want the whole world to know I’m his and he is mine.To hell with whatever fear I have. I will deal with my insecurities later.I raise my hand again and trail my knuckles on his beautiful face. He takes my hand, with his eyes still closed and kisses the knuckles making my stomach clench.
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 20
The hell?That’s not the big deal. The big deal is that this bitch, whoever the hell she is, has her lips on Trey’s lips. My man's lips. Do you understand what I mean?This is the same man who was telling me how much he wants me and has the guts to kiss another woman? It’s not a deep kiss but the hell?Please bite me. It’s still a kiss to me. You don’t get to make contact with my man’s lips and expect me to be okay with it. What I don’t do is sharing. He is my man and there is no debate on that. Who am I? Hail Mary?Really Trey?What is this? We are now playing with each other's emotions? Because if that’s the case, I’m so good at that.He pushes her off him gently and gives her a smile that barely reaches the face.Oh! Now he finally lets her go!“What’s up Amara?”Amara? What a terrible name? Is she one of his flings?“Hey Trey? Missed you. What a surprise!”Oh yeah! What a surprise! He is mine bitch!I roll my eyes and glare at her but she doesn’t see it. Her whole attention is on
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 21
Who does this guy think he is?Wait a minute.What is his problem anyway?He doesn’t explain himself to people and I won’t be the first one he does that to?Does he think I care? He is such a fucker and if he expects me to follow him, kneel down before him and beg for his forgiveness for something I didn’t do, then he is so wrong.He was flirting with that Amara girl and expects me to be okay with it? After I gave him my body and heart and he decides to stamp on it?What the hell is wrong with him?Okay. He can go to hell or better, screw himself. I came here for fun and he isn’t going to spoil that for me. I’m still going to have my fun. Let him go back to his place . He is not welcome here and there is no way he is going to stay in my room anymore. If he wants to stay here, let him look for another room.I dig out my phone from the pocket and check the time. It’s three in the afternoon so I can go to some club and have fun.Can’t believe I slept and woke up late because of some su
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 22
I was hoping it would be Trey but it’s not him. This is not his scent. Come to think of it. It’s not his touch so I rub the hands off my waist and turn to look at who it is.It’s some tall, handsome guy who is all smiley. I give him a friendly smile and take a sip of my drink.This is so disappointing. I was hoping it was Trey.'Trey?'My subconscious laughs.'Why would he come here? This is not a fairy tale Isa.’She rolls her eyes and laughs.'That man doesn’t care.’ She continues taunting me.“Hey sinyorita?” the guy greets interrupting my conversation with my subconscious mind. I hate her at times. This is one of the times I want to hit her and shut her up.“Hey.” I smile and take another sip.“Vodka?” he smiles looking at my glass. “Two double shots of vodka please.” He instructs the bartender and pulls a stool, sitting next to me.The bartender pours two double shots and slides one glass to me.“What is a beautiful lady doing out alone?”“Just needed some drinks.” I answer and
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 23
TREYWho does tomboy think she is? Some goddess that I will bow before and beg for her forgiveness? Beg her to listen to me? No. Not Trey. I don’t explain myself to people. Especially not women and she won’t be the first I will do that to. She is annoying. Irritating. Stubborn. All the names you know there.And she expects me to explain to her who Amara is. To start telling her how I met Amara and what we had. I may as well write a list of the people I have banged and all their details and give it to her.Again?Who the hell does she think she is?Weird.Funny. Crap.As in for Trey Jones to start explaining himself to someone. Some woman? Not going to happen. She can go to hell.I have dealt with many women before. I can’t start listing them here. I don’t remember some of them and she thinks I can put up with her crap?Soothe her? I don’t do that. I can dump her easily. It has always been easy to dump the others so she is not different in any way.Ugh!I type some details on the l
HIS TOMBOY CHAPTER 24
I sit up and groan in pain. My head is killing me. I shut my eyes for what feels like the thousand time and snort in frustration.I swear, last night was the last time I was taking alcohol. I feel terrible. I don’t remember what happened last night. Apart from the stranger being yanked away from me. That’s all I remember.Shit!I open my eyes and look at Trey. He is leaning against the nightstand studying me intently. I look away fast, scared of his angry eyes and run my hands on my face. I need to pee. I need to take some painkillers and I need to throw up.I scurry out of bed and notice that I’m naked.How did I get here? How did I take off my clothes if I was drunk? How?“I said we should talk. Where are you going?”“To pee. Or am I supposed to pee here?” I ask with a glare and walk to the bathroom. I kneel and align my head with the bowl, throwing up everything I ate and drank last night. I feel dry. I feel dehydrated and even emaciated. I flash the toilet and sit. The door opens
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