Page 4 of Breaking Free (Guarded Hearts)
“Oh my God!” I look behind me and Nicole is standing there looking dumbfounded. “You’re…Why are you…How did you…Oh my God!”
I can’t believe she is so enamored with him. Sure, he’s gorgeous, but come on. An arm wraps around my shoulders. When I look next to me, it’s Carter.Let go.“Who the hell are you?”
The rock star seems confused and looks back at me. “Boyfriend?”
I shrug Carter’s arm off of me. “No, brother.”
He smiles at me and reaches for my hand. “Let’s go.”Go where? Is he serious?I don’t even know his name. I’m about to object when Carter chimes in.
“She isn’t going anywhere with you until you tell me who you are.”
I shoot him a dirty look. I amso tiredof him ordering me around. “You know what, Carter, Iamgoing and you can’t stop me.” I look back up at whatever his name is. “Come on.”
We walk to the same SUV he was in before. He opens the door and climbs in.So much for chivalry and holding the door for a girl.I climb in after him and flip Carter the finger before closing the door.Take that.
Chapter Two
As I close the car door, the realization sets in that I don’t know this guy at all. I turn to look at him and he’s staring at me with so much intensity that my insides tighten. “So, what’s your name?”
He chuckles at me until he realizes that I’m serious. “You don’t know?”
“No, I had no idea who you were until you snuck up behind me on stage.”
Within a couple seconds, he’s so close to me that if he were even an inch closer he would be on top of me. He lowers his head and runs his nose along my neck. “You smell fucking delicious.” He kisses my neck and I let out an involuntary moan. His hand that is resting on my hip tightens and he bites my neck. It’s painful but full of pleasure at the same time.
He reaches for the hem of my shirt and it’s like a reality check. I don’t even know this guy’s name, or anything about him. I push him off of me and he looks back at me with a mix of confusion and irritation written on his face.
“There isno waythat we are having sex in the back of this car. I know absolutely nothing about you.”
He studies me for a minute before relaxing against the seat. “Okay, what do you want to know?”
“How exactly did you find out where I live?”
“You can find out anything for the right amount of money.” He’s being really short and I’m getting more irritated by the minute.
“Why did you show up?”
He raises his eyebrows at me. “Isn’t it obvious?” My blank stare must tell him that it isn’t. “I wanted to finish what I started.”
Oh my God.Is he serious?“Excuse me!” I yell to whoever is driving—all I can see is the back of a guy’s head. “Can you pull over?” The car pulls over and I reach for the door handle.
He grabs my hand and I look up at him. “What are you doing?”
“I may have had a lapse in judgment before the show, but I amnotsome groupie slut that you are going to bang in the back of your car.” His hand tightens around my wrist. I jerk my hand free and slam the door without giving him a chance to say anything.
Looking around, I notice that I’m not that far away from the house. I start to walk and think about how the hell I got myself into this situation. When I look back, the SUV is still there.I wonder what he’s doing.It pisses me off that he thought I was going to have sex with him in his car.Well, you did let him feel you up within a minute of meeting him.
I let myself remember what it felt like to have his hands on me. What the hell is so special about him? Why am I okay with him touching me? As I turn the corner, I look back to see the car still sitting there.
It surprises me how quiet the house is when I return.They must have all gone to the boys’ apartment or Carter’s house.I head up to my room, completely exhausted, change into some pajamas and crawl under the covers. My phone dings as I’m drifting off to sleep. For a second, I debate whether or not to get it, but I’m too curious to not see what it is. It’s a Facebook message. When I open up the app, I have a message from someone named Drew Walker.Who the hell is that?I click on his picture and I think my heart stops.It’s him.
Drew: I’m coming back to pick you up.
Is this guy serious? He isn’t asking me, but basically ordering me around. I already have Carter acting like my father, I definitely don’t need this guy doing it, too.
Me: Don’t bother I am not interested in having a boyfriend or dating anyone right now.
I have enough crap going on in my life without him getting thrown into the mix.
