Page 14 of Cocky Jerk

I had to deliver it to her myself.

It’s fucking crazy and the longer I stand here trying to convince her I’m not some crazy fucking stalker, the angrier I become.

Frustrated, I comb my fingers roughly through my hair.

“Look, after I left Soraya, I went back to where I pulled you over and found the license in the street.” I grab her and turn her palm over, slapping the I.D. card inside. I close her fist around it and drop her hand. “There’s gum on the back. Good luck getting it off,” I snarl.

Before she can say another word or make any sudden moves that might excite my treacherous dick, I go to leave. I’m two steps away from a clean break when she grabs my arm.

“Wait,” she calls.

Again, there’s no rhyme or reason for why I pause. Maybe it’s stupidity or, better yet, insanity, but I glance at her hand, taking in her slender fingers and the silver rings that decorate them. Tearing my eyes away, I lift my chin and meet her gaze. Surprisingly, she doesn’t glare at me. There’s a softness there reflected in her eyes and it makes me wonder if there’s more to Antonia than leather, a snarky attitude, and road rage.

“You went searching for my I.D.?” she questions.

Oh, good, we’re both dumbfucked by my actions.

Sighing, I pull my arm free and shove my hands into my pockets, ignoring the frown that ticks her lips as we both take a step back, putting some distance between us.

“It’s not a big deal, okay?” I hiss, feeling slightly ridiculous. As I stand there, feeling her eyes penetrate me, I try to decide how I’m going to explain my actions because I’m sure that’s going to be her next question. If the roles were reversed and she hit me with three tickets, I’d want to know why the sudden change of heart too. But I don’t think she’s gonna buy the insanity plea and unfortunately,you have a fantastic assis not an option.

I like my balls where they are, thank you very much.

I go with a simple response.

“You work for Soraya and I didn’t want there to be any bad blood between us. That’s it.”

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

Bullshit.

She lifts her head and arches one perfect brow, clearly not buying it.

“Next time I won’t be so nice,” I add.

You know, to really drive the bullshit home.

“Right,” she says, lifting the license between us. “Well, thanks.”

I jerk my head once and silently will myself to turn around and walk away, but before I can do that, I get distracted. Not by the thundering sound of a motorcycle zooming down the block but by the pensive look on Antonia’s face.

“Great,” she mutters under her breath “What else can possibly go wrong?”

That seems like a loaded question, one I’m not fucking touching. I follow her gaze, but she quickly slams a hand against my chest, halting me in place. She shoves her license into her back pocket and brings her eyes back to mine.

“I need you to play along.”

I’m sorry, come again?

“What?”

“Please,” she pleads, hooking me with those big brown eyes. “Besides, you owe me.”

Sure I heard her wrong, I bark out a laugh. The engine dies behind me and she slaps my pec a little harder this time.

Alright, so I didn’t hear wrong.

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