Wound Up At Your Door Novels & Stories

After she went to bed he whispered, “That’s why the side door. That’s why you don’t linger. That’s why I’m not done.” I nodded, still full of him, and left ten minutes later with my pulse in my teeth. A month after the last box, Barrett texted in the afternoon. They’re gone until Sunday. Whole house. Come at six. Use the front if you want. I don’t care. I used the side door anyway.

Of all the people I didn’t want to deal with right now… I let it ring and tossed the phone back onto the bed. But I didn’t make it two steps before the doorbell chimed. Once. Twice. Then insistently. I pictured the entrance and glared at it like that would do anything. It didn't. My phone chimed then, with a text and I knew it was from the culprit outside the door. 'I’m at your door. Open it before I use the spare key I got from your grandmother.' I muttered a curse under my breath.

' Nala yelled in my head again. We were in that situation when suddenly someone knocked on the door. She released my jaw and pulled me upright. "Stand up and tell the person at the door that you slipped because you're weak. Try to tell them the truth, otherwise, you won't see tomorrow, and you'll end up in the cemetery. Stand up," she whispered firmly to me, then she pushed me towards the door. I looked at the wound on my arm. It was bleeding, and I could feel the pain. I just opened the door.

, I said. " Well, I sure hope we can make it out of this mess", he said with a deep sigh. " We'll make it out. I'm sure Jared will find us. I just hope he does so soon", I said. ______________________________________________ *** Morning at Justin's Residence*** " Aunt Maddie! Aunt Maddie!", I heard the kids yelling as they banged on my door. " Hooooooaaaahhh!", I yawned as I sat up on the bed, " What's all the ruckus about so early in the morning?", I grumbled. I got off the bed and noticed that I wasn't feeling that much pain anymore from my wound. " Hmmm, that was fast", I thought as I walked to get the door.

~ Few Hours Later ~ The doorbell rang just as I was pouring myself a much-needed glass of wine. My shoulders tensed, the bottle suspended mid-air. Only one person would show up unannounced at nine-thirty on a Tuesday night. "Mommy?" Austin called from upstairs. "Someone's at the door!" "I know, sweetheart," I called back, setting the bottle down with trembling fingers. "Stay upstairs with your brother. I'll handle it."

The banging comes again, this time sounding more like loud knocks. “Someone is at the door.”

I’m never having a meeting at my apartment again. The house behind the gate goes eerily quiet, the woman’s screaming suddenly drowned out by the howling wind. Minutes trickle by and I grit my teeth as I count down the seconds before raising my fist to the gate, rattling it even harder. No response. I pull my cellphone out of my pocket, dialing 911. Right before I hit the call button, the towering black gate slides to the left and I am greeted with hard blue eyes that crinkle on each side with a forced smile. “Hey mate. What can I do for you?”

"You're slandering me! I'm going to sue you for this!" Right then, someone knocked on the door.

Well, why didn't you pick up the call? "Five minutes." "Ten." "Five." "Fine, five minutes." I wasn't taking any chance, I placed the keyed chain and opened the door as far as it let me. There he was, looking all fresh and handsome, ready for a night out while I had purple stains all over my white shirt. "What the hell?" "Can I help you?” I gave him my best customer service voice. "Stop being a child and let me in.” He said pulling the door. Yes, beg fucker. You left me hot and horny now you pay the consequences. Beg.

Knock. I look up from my laptop. I’m at my usual spot on the couch with my work and laptop on the coffee table. I glance back to the bedroom and smile as I spot Tyler sleeping peacefully. Wyatt and Kane have already been here tonight to heal my mate, so who could be here now. I’m not going to take any chances though. I get up from the couch and go close the bedroom door, before I head to the front door. I don’t even look who it is before I open the door. My natural instinct kicks in as I whip open the door and bark, “What do you want?”