Page 29 of Shadowing Charlotte
"Got a thing for blue eyes?" His words were muffled by my hand.
"His eyes are green, you imbecile," I replied, unable to stop grinning at him. I wanted to hate him for the way he'd hurt me, but I couldn't. He made me feel like I belonged to someone, like I was needed.
"I don't need a hall pass, Charlotte." As he finally answered my question, he pulled me until I was lying on his chest. "Not as long as I have you…" My stomach flipped at his sweet assurance, warmth coursing through my veins. I rolled flat on top of him, finding his lips and kissing him until we were both panting for air. "Oh, I lost my client today, so… I don't have shit to do for a while."
"What happened?"
"He's an asshole, basically." He shrugged. "I've been following his wife around for months, and she's never done anything wrong. Seems to me like he's just pissed becausehe's not getting any. But why would his wife want to fuck him when he basically ignores her?"
I smirked at him. "Why did you want to fuck me when I ignored you for two years?"
His expression grew serious. "That's different Charlotte. You were so young… I just wanted to protect you." He paused. "Did you really know the entire time?" I couldn't tell if the look he was giving me was because he was in disbelief or because he was impressed.
"Well, not the whole time. I had suspicions after you took me home that night. I remembered thatsomeonehad taken me home. I was shitfaced, but I recognized the car. Only, the next day I remembered my dad had sold it, and he never mentioned picking me up, so… Anyway, I didn'tknow, really. But I felt you watching me."
"You're… strange, Charlotte." His whisper was almost contemplative, like he had much more to say. "Strange in the best and worst ways... You should have called the police, but you didn't. I'm grateful for that… But you also should have filed charges against your ex."
"I didn't think it would be this bad." I fidgeted anxiously. "Adam and I never made things official. He always told me it was because he had things he wanted to do before being in a serious relationship. I realized the night he came over, that he probably just wanted to fuck around without feeling guilty. He accused me of cheating on him, but I think he was just projecting his guilt."
"Makes sense," Lex agreed.
"Since things had never been official, I assumed he'd just move on and turn his attention to whoever else he was sleeping with. I didn't expect him to be so pissed off; so vindictive."
"Men, not all, but most, are wired differently than women, Charlotte. When one of those wires is tugged on, they short circuit."
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously. Was he actually defending Adam's actions?
"To put it bluntly, babe, men get pissed when they think someone else has been inside what belongs to them" I cringed at the vulgarity of the thought.
"So, if I slept with someone else now…?"
"Unless it's Sean Bean, I'd fucking kill him." Alexander's blue eyes were fixed pointedly on me, looking far too serious. I laughed, shoving against his chest, but his expression didn't change.
"You wouldn't—"
"Of course, I would." Lex replied, blinking at me. "I almost smashed little Adam's face into the pavement when I found him in your driveway."
"Alexander," I whispered anxiously. I didn't want anyone to get hurt over me, even if Adam was an asshole.
"Don't worry, princess. I won't do anything crazy as long as he leaves you alone." Lex smiled, kissing the tip of my nose.
"Come on, let's go to bed," I whispered, climbing up off the rug. I didn't want to talk about Adam anymore. I wanted to fuck Lex until we both couldn't think straight.
Chapter twenty-four
Alexander
This time, when I woke, Charlotte was beside me. Her eyes were closed, and she was snoring softly. She looked relaxed, completely oblivious to the world and all its suffering. My princess. I wanted to keep her like this forever; completely worry free, happy and safe.
I reached out, ghosting my fingers down the side of her cheek, smiling when her face twitched. And then I caught sight of the clock on the bedside table.
"Fuck. Charlotte. It's almost nine." She bolted from the bed with a loud squeak, her foot catching on the blanket and making her stumble. Laying back on my hands, I watched her run around the room, frantically pulling out clothes and tying up her hair. "Baby, you're already late. Just relax."
"Do you know how many strings my dad had to pull to get me that job without a fucking BA?" She huffed and threw a scathing look my way.
"Alright, get dressed then," I told her, reaching for my shirt. "I'll order some coffee for pickup and give you a ride." I couldn't very well have her driving to work in a car with the wordSLUTwritten down the side.
"Can you get me a bagel or something?" she shouted as she hurried into the bathroom.
