Page 9 of Sin Bin Bully

Unless he’s involved in deeper shit than I thought.

I dismiss the thought pretty much right away. It’s just not possible. No one in their right mind would involve him in their big operations. If they did, he probably would’ve messed up by now and gotten himself killed.

Two more blocks and the car is still following me. My heart starts to race.

I hate this. Feeling like I’m not safe and having no control over it. Part of me wants to take off running, but I’m so close to my building. Surely, they’d see where I went anyways.

I look back at the car again. Who the hell is behind that glass?

For some reason, those grey eyes flash in my mind. I get this same feeling every time he watches us practice. It’s like a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

My feet speed up, but I’m not sure if I’m trying to outrun the car or my thoughts. Maybe both.

A couple minutes later, I reach my building. Without looking back, I enter and start walking up the stairs. I don’t want to know if it followed me all the way here or not. Ignorance is bliss.

My phone buzzes in my pocket as soon as I cross the threshold into my apartment. I pull it out to see a text from Alexi.

We’re going to Del Frisco’s instead.

I groan. Del Frisco’s is five times more expensive than Georgie’s, and I could barely afford Georgie’s. I text her back, a pit forming in my stomach.

I’m sorry, I just got a call from my grandma, I have to go help her with my brother.

Looks like I’m staying in again tonight.

5

SAM

Sam

Istare blankly at the ceiling above me, trying to shake the thoughts out of my mind. I thought I would be excited when I first found her.

I remember the way she ran her hand over my body, the deep brown skin of her arm a stark contrast next to my tanned abdomen. Her long brown curly hair framing her face. Large brown eyes. That same angelic look to her features. It was almost uncanny.

But it wasn’t not good enough. It wasn’t the real thing. I couldn’t get over that as she pressed her lips to my skin, and I closed my eyes, picturing what I wanted.

And it made my skin crawl with the feel of another woman near me.

She was good at her job, I’ll give her that. But the girl couldn’t make anything in me stir.

When she tried to bring her mouth to mine, I ripped away. “You should go. I’ll still pay you for the night.”

And the girl dared to give me a pout. “Oh come on, I can make you feel all better.”

A growl escaped me as she prowled closer. “I said get out.”

I grabbed my wallet next to the bed, digging into it to grab a wad of cash. Without even counting it, I threw the cash at her giving her a final warning stare. and thankfully, she understood the message that time.

My skin itching with the reminder of another woman in here, I roll out of bed and head into my giant bathroom.

I turn the shower on and shut the door. Once the water is scalding, I step right in. The feeling of the water on my skin wakes me up a bit, but it doesn’t take away this shitty feeling.

It’s not the fact that I paid her that’s getting to me. It isn’t even the fact that I couldn’t get into it, because I know exactly why that was.

She wasn’t her. She may have looked like Kim, especially after a few drinks, but she wasn’t.

That fact makes my blood boil. Makes me want to crawl out of my skin.

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