Page 51 of Clash
Her nose moved upwards, that beautiful pout jutting out in defiance as she crossed her arms and started walking away from me.
She didn’t understand anything about my life. I had to pretend I didn’t know her. It was for her fucking safety! Not that I thought Snyder would do anything to her, but the less my club knew about her right now, the better.
Hell, just meeting her and then her ghosting me was enough of a distraction that every goddamn person in my club was starting to question where my head was at.
On long brown locks, a smile that dismantles every part of me, and a toothy, adorable kid who fucking loves SpongeBob. Yeah, that’s exactly where my head is fucking at.
“Just leave me alone, Clash. I never want to see you again.”
My heart clenched at the thought. There was no way in hell I was going to let her just waltz in my life, and then skip out of it like she didn’t make me a believer in love at first sight… or kiss… or smile… Shit, that smile is fucking everything.
Only she wasn’t smiling. She hadn’t smiled since I found her again. She didn’t even look like she thought of me at all, and if she did, it wasn’t good.
“Gina, I have something to tell you.”
“Save it for someone who cares, Clash. ‘Cause I sure don’t.”
She was just out of arm’s reach, and the alpha in me took over, closing the unwanted distance between us until I had a firm grip on her hand and was yanking her against my body.
Her breathing increased as her eyes flashed with worry, struggling against me as I stared at her lips with a feverous thirst that was impossible to quench. Parched, desperate, and in need of revival, I claimed her whimpering mouth as my own, wetting my tongue within the comforts of her pouting lips.
She thrashed against me, but those initial protests were smothered, reluctantly falling victim to my stolen kiss.
After a few minutes, she pulled away, looking even more confused than before.
“Don’t you see, Gina? I can’t let you go. I haven’t been the same since you and Alex turned my life upside down. You’re a part of my soul whether you want to be or not.”
Who was this man speaking for me? It sure as shit wasn’t my voice saying all these crazy outlandish things. ONE WEEK! I only knew her for one week, and it was like I already was picking out fucking China patterns and ordering wedding cake tastings. Months have passed and my feelings haven’t changed at all. I still want her—desire her—need her.
Even though every word I said was uttered with certainty, she still seemed repulsed by me—a future for us was nonexistent in her eyes.
I guess it’s a good thing that I have a very vivid imagination, because the images I’m projecting in my head, portray a very bright and prosperous future for us. I just had to convince her of it too. And I knew I could… I just wish I had the money with me to prove it to her.
“I’ve already wasted too many years of my life falling at the feet of men who didn’t deserve me. I’m not about to let it happen all over again, just because you’re feeding some delusional belief that you and I are meant to be.”
“Come back to my place. Let me prove to you that I’m worth the risk.”
She smiled, but I quickly realized it was a smirk of sarcasm. “I don’t take risks, Clash, I run away from them.”
Before I could come back with a decent comeback, Gina was gone, quickly entering a vehicle and locking the door.
My hand touched the glass, pounding on it to get her attention. “Gina, please… at least let me…”
Roaring to life, the engine of her Oldsmobile revved beside me, and before I could try to convince her to talk to me somemore, Gina backed out, leaving me a train wreck of mixed emotions in her cloud of back the fuck off dust.
“At least let me give you your money back…” I whispered to no one but the empty space between us—my soul once again crushed by the woman who changed everything inside of me, making my heart beat erratically, despite being nothing more than a cold lump of clay barely molded inside my chest.
19
I let out a gasping breath of relief the second I was behind the safety of Bess’ door. Seeing Clash again kicked up so many unwanted feelings, feelings I didn’t need to be having when I was finally doing okay and on the fast track of setting myself up for a divorce.
I didn’t need to be lusting after another man, getting all hot and bothered by his husky voice and the way his breath seemed to caress and curl around the nape of my neck. God, when he put his forehead against mine, our noses literally pressing against each other, I fucking melted all over the place. I was literal goo, ready to puddle around his feet and wait for him to sop me up.
Yeah, something about that man made me a fucking goner.
“Gina! Are you alright?” Bess came rushing toward me, well, as fast as a woman her age could.
I must’ve looked like a mess or something, because she seemed freaked out, like she was scared for me.
