Page 14 of Breaker

The bell rings, and the kids start running in, distracting me. Noah tugs on his dad's cut, not vest. Jack states it's an insult to call them that. Mr. Mendoza kneels as Juliet rushes over to me."

“Ms. Sanders, Ms. Sanders…."

I smile and bend down as she hands me a daisy. I say, "Thank you, Juliet," making her smile, but it soon turns into a grin when I place it in the water with the daffodil.

"Okay, munchkins, please take your seats and get your pencils. It's time for writing."

They all cheer, making me smile, before I turn my head, feeling eyes on me. I make eye contact with deep green ones and my belly flutters.

He smiles, then rubs his hand over his son's head. He leaves without another word. I clear my throat, knowing I haven't properly discussed his son's behavior. The man was a living, breathing distraction.

I cannot be attracted to a parent. I cannot.

Hours later, I've successfully managed to dodge Andrew. I'm not sure how I managed it, but I did. The kids are gone, and I've set up my room for craft day tomorrow—that should be fun. After pinning up the ones for the back wall, I hung all the kids' pictures to dry for their parents tomorrow.

I take one last look around before grabbing my bag and heading out. I'm tired, my phone feels heavy, and I can't be bothered to deal with it. I know my brother will be waiting for me at my apartment, and I don't have the energy to deal with him. I checked my phone at lunch and had several missed calls. I did check the latest to ensure it wasn't an emergency, which thankfully it wasn't; Momma just begged me to come tonight. She had the nerve to tell me to get over it because she did. I was flipping seven, and she knows it's more than that. She's just decided to block it from her memory.

Why can't they leave things be?

With a sigh, I lock the door and head out, but when I get to my car, I halt at the man leaning against a bike right next to it.

I clear my throat, and drawl, "Mr. Mendoza…."

5

Breaker

"Mr. Mendoza?"

I smirk and rasp, "It's Alex, Goldie."

Fuck, she's perfect. When I walked into her classroom, my main focus was to ensure Noah was alright. But when this perfect woman standing in front of me, looking shocked, snapped at me and called me out for my shitty behavior, I was fucking tongue-tied. And the fact my boy has been sabotaging every man that tries to speak to her make me fucking elated.

I know I shouldn't condone that kind of behavior, but he loves this woman, he wants this woman in his life, in my life, and I fucking love the kid for this.

He brought us together, and now I need to ensure she gives me a chance despite my being an asshole.

She clears her throat and asks, "What, uh, can I do for you, Mr. Mendoza?"

I grin as she walks over to her Fiat, unlocks it, and places her stuff in it. My gaze drops to her jean-covered ass, loving the view.

I remind her, "It's Alex," needing to hear my name on her plump, rose red lips.

She turns to look at me with arched brow as she moves her long blond hair, which was up in a bun this morning, out of her face. I chuckle at the small smudge of paint on her cheek before deciding to show exactly what she can do for me, not willing to hold back. I dismount my bike and walk over to her, making her eyes widen. She doesn't step back; she holds her own, making me smile as I stop right in front of her, and slowly glide my thumb over her soft cheek, making her suck in a breath.

I murmur, "You have paint on your cheek."

She swallows hard, her throat bobbing, a throat I really fucking want to kiss and lick.

She rasps, "Jacob did it, accidentally.” She took a deep breath, then said, “Um, uh, Jack mentioned that the men in your MC only let their old ladies use their real names, and uh, I could swear he said your road name was Breaker, not Alex."

I smile wide and bend down as I reply, "Hmm, it is. When I was little, I was known for breaking shit." She smiles a little. "But I want you to call me Alex."

Confusion fills her eyes as she asks, "Why?"

I smile, bending the rest of the way, and gently press my lips against hers, making her gasp. I take advantage, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I groan at her taste before I slowly pull back, not wanting to overdo it and scare her away.

I ignore her question and command, "Come get a drink with me so we can talk…. Please."

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