LOGIN***~~Hunter~~***I drive into the parking lot, shutting the engine.My phone buzzed.It's Meghan.“Are you home yet,”I fire out a text quickly. “Yes, just got home.”“Isn't your house about half an hour from mine?”My lips twitch as I step out, eyes on my phone. “I had something really urgent to take care of,”“That's fine,”“You better now? Spoken to your mom yet?”A beat of silence.“My mom might be pregnant. Ugh!”That stops me, but only for a while.“You should be happy.”“That I'm going to have a sibling at 24? God, it sucks.”My lips curls in a lazy smile, about to respond when I hear someone clear their throat.I look up, surprise to see Amber leaning against the door.Drunk.She doesn't miss a beat. “Who was that?” she asks, voice firm but I can smell the bourbon in her breath.“Who was what?”“The person that has you smiling at your phone,” she quips back, lifting herself up from the door a bit.I give her a look. “Why are you here?” I ask, eyes peering into hers.“It's th
***~~Hunter~~***Chris Harrington is pushing a button, one that's beginning to piss me off.I'm not letting this go but I let Meghan think I will.As someone who has the habit of not getting involved in people's business. It still baffles me that I'm willing.But that's the thing.I can't deal with it. I saw how she reacted upon seeing him with Sarah. It's not just shock, it's something that eats at me when I think of it.She's not over him yet it seems but she will.Because if I'm going to have her— to fully explore this side of me that's attracted to this woman– I need to get rid of the ghost of her past.I don't get fascinated easily. It's rare.It only happened once. A highschool little crush that died off clean.But with Meghan, it's different — it's a kind of pull I've never felt before.It's strong, too that it makes me get selfish.Selfish enough to want her all to myself.Because I don't share.I don't care if she's still in love with him. I don't care if she's letting me
***~~Meghan~~***“Did you really mean that you're with that…Hunter?”I stare right back at him. “What is it to you?” I huff.He grinds his teeth. “You want to leave me for a man like that,”“You're sick, Chris. Unhand me,”He won't. He hovers, his gaze as sharp as never before.Instead he chuckles, a low sound that echoes across the hallway. “He’s going to dumb you, he'd use you, just like he's done to a thousand others.”I wrench my hand free from his. “Didn't realize my life's any of your business.” I quip back.“He's an asshole, a user.” his jaw clenched.I straighten. “Go back to your fiancee, Chris. It'll do you the word good.”I sidestep him and start to walk away. I don't have the energy and time for this.Chris is just an airhead. He left Sarah just to come spill filth.Everyday I realize I was groveling for nothing. He's not worth it.“I've always known this is who you are,” he blurts out, his voice sharp.That gets me.My jaw ticks. I stop walking.“You like bad guys, Megh
***~~Meghan~~***I feel an intense eyes on me and my gaze shifts.I scan the room only to see Chris.And Sarah Lopez. His Fiancee.This bothers me some, as I never expected to see him here.Hunter, of course sees him. His hand tightens around mine.“Hey, you okay?” he asks as I turn to face me.I force a smile. “Yes, of course. Why not?” I say defiantly.But that's a lie and I'm pretty sure he knows that too.It still hurts but maybe not as much anymore.Maybe that's how it should be. It's no longer about Chris.Not anymore.Hunter's hand slide to the small of my back. “Come, let's sit.”I smile, a more genuine one and let him guide me to our table.Hunter pulls the chair out for me and I settle in, but he doesn't leave. He doesn't move away.He leans in, his breath fanning my ear.“Tonight, do not focus on anyone else but me.”My heart skips several beats at once. My stomach squeezes, his words punching square in my chest, making my lungs forget how to breathe.My eyes trail up to
***~~Meghan~~***Iris stares at me.“Are you okay?” she asks, blinking.“Yes, yes. Sure. I uhm– just kinda slept off.” I say, feigning a yawn.She takes me in. “You look exhausted Ms. Smith. You should probably go home and rest,”“Right, I should.” I say, bitting on my lower lip. Iris glances down at her phone. “I can't find the Lawson’s folder. I've searched my office it's not there. Mr Steele can't find out it's missing. Can I please take a look at your office.”I squint, tilting my head back.Mercifully Hunter is still hiding well.I turn to Iris. “Like right now?”She nods sharply. “Yes,” she mutters. “Please.”I step back a little, letting Iris, albeit with a racing heart.She moves toward my desk. I follow.But then, she pauses.Her eyes sweeping over the folders littered on the floor.Shit.She turns to me. “You roll when you sleep?”I grind my molars. “Sometimes.”She shakes her head. “That makes the two of us. My boyfriend is sick of it,” she says with a chuckle, bending d
***~~Jenaya~~***I collapse into Knox, panting.His hand is in my hair, ruffling it soothingly as we both try to come down from our high.I try to get off him but his hand grabs my waist, stopping me.I stare at him, he has this look— eyebrows all scrunched up.“Do you like me even a tiny bit right now?” he asks, voice calm, not edgy.There's something about the way he's looking at me, like he'd suck if I say no.I tilt my head. “You might want to try a little harder,”“Another round?”I hit his chest lightly. “Don't be a perv, Knox.”A smile breaks through his face a little, then it falters.He holds my gaze, his stare intense.There's just something about the way he looks at me, like I'm a trophy, a price to be won.I used to think it was lust but now I'm not so sure.His hand moves to my cheek, the he plants a soft kiss on my lips before saying. “I want more, Naya. I want everything that's you—body, soul.”My heart kicks a little faster.I gulp nothing.Staring at him without utt







