Page 28 of Unbreakable

Arizona

The club has been slammed. Vee has been working like a mad woman behind the bar. Seems like her help was fired today for stealing bottles of liquor for a party they were having at their house. Stupid idiot! Vee is taking it in stride though.

I’ve been trying to push my anger down and it’s been showing in my dances tonight. When I came in, I switched out my normal music to more metal infused and switched up to darker costumes. I thought it might hurt my tips, but I was wrong, there may have even been more. Seems the puppies liked the darker side of Arizona tonight.

I’ve fought every urge in my bones to look at my phone. I sent his calls directly to voicemail before I started my shift, knowing if I heard his voice, my resolve would shatter. Every time I came off the floor back to the dressing room, it was as if he or someone sensed it, my phone would immediately begin to vibrate. Every tremor it made against the metal locker, reverberated throughout the room, calling out to me.

I stood strong not once looking, even now that my shift is over. I just shove it into my bag and head out. Looking over to my right, I see Hank perched on a stool in front of the bar Vee is working at. I notice his sideways glances at the young military guy, if I were to take his high and tight haircut as a clue, shamelessly flirting with her. I can’t help but laugh as she rolls her eyes at his obvious inability to take a clue. He’s not at all what she’s looking for in a man. I throw my hand in the air giving her my best pageant wave as I head to the door.

Stepping out into the night, I feel a cool, dampness in the air. If I were to believe the woman who raised me, my nanny, she would say it’s a hint that rain is coming. I remember lying awake at night, dreaming of what my life would’ve been like if Christine was my mother, instead of the walking zombie I had.

Instead of heading straight home, I took the scenic route, more so because I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize I drove straight past my complex. So exactly an hour after I would’ve been home, I pull into my parking spot and drag my tired ass up the stairs. Reaching my floor I give a wistful look at Knox’s apartment, but quickly move towards mine, placing my key in the lock and opening the door. Stepping inside, I turn the deadbolt behind me and put my keys on the table, dropping my bags to the floor.

I walk through the living room, where I’m caught off guard by a figure sitting on the couch. The room is still dark and I’m not able to make out who it is. A shrill scream comes from me and I reach for the closest thing to me, a throw pillow, and begin beating the intruder across the head.

“Baby, stop! It’s me Knox. Stop.”

“Knox, what the fuck are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me!” I ask once I’m able to grasp who he is in my fear fueled rage.

“I needed to talk to you and you wouldn’t answer my calls or texts. This was the only option I had left.” he says through labored breaths.

“Well, you need to go. I’m tired and don’t feel like talking.” I tell him shortly, still pissed at him from earlier. My anger heightened by having him in front of me now.

“NO!” he says forcefully. “I’m not going anywhere until you fucking listen to me. So sit your stubborn ass down and listen.”

I’m stunned, yet turned on at his display of dominance so I obey, moving to sit quietly in the chair closest to me. He pulls the coffee table close and sits down in front of me with his legs spread wide. Leaning forward, he places his hands on my knees as my head drops to the floor.

“Look at me baby. I want to see your eyes. I want to know you’re listening to what I’m about to say.” he says tenderly.

Casting my glance back up, he smiles with a light hum. “There’s those beautiful eyes.”

“You were pissed this afternoon and I could tell. You ran from me instead of talking to me like a grown ass adult.” he begins and I immediately go on the defensive, starting to rise from the chair, opening my mouth for a rebuttal.

“NO!” he once again says forcefully, and I’m legit getting turned on. I mean I knew I loved it when a man takes control and dominates me, but damn.

“It didn't hit me until later that you were in the stairwell and probably overheard part of mine and Christopher’s conversation. I’m going to take, by your very strong hostility, you haven’t checked your messages either where I already explained this.” he asks and I shake my head ‘no’.

“Well then, if you would have checked them, you would know our conversation wasn’t about you. Christopher’s parents are Catholic and he is talking to a girl who is an atheist, which his parents don’t know anything about.” he tells me as my eyes light up in understanding.

“So I screwed up. I’m sorry Knox, I thought you were ashamed of me being a stripper. I know we aren’t dating but it still bothered me that you would think so low of me and what I do. I should’ve talked to you, but I let my anger get the better of me. But y’all were still talking shit about that girl.” I tell him, not ready to let him off the hook just yet.

“Slow down slugger, I never stated one derogatory thing about her. That was all on Christopher.” he tells me, holding his hands up in the air in a ‘I give up’ position.

“Okay, I’ll give you that. But can I ask a question?”

“Sure baby, anything.” He moves his body forward on the table so his legs are on either side of mine.

“Why are you friends with him? He’s kind of a jerk. No, he is a jerk.”

“I know he can be, but we’ve been friends since we were kids. He can be a good guy when he wants to.” He almost sounds like he’s trying to convince himself of what he’s saying as well.

“I beg to differ, but he’s your friend, so I’ll try to hold my judgment on him. I’m sorry again about jumping to conclusions and not giving you the chance to explain and acting like a brat.”

“Well, your apology is all well and good, I just think I’m going to need more than words. I think your lips on my dick is what it’s going to take for me to forgive you.” he says as he leans back on the table on outstretched arms.

“Is that the price for forgiveness these days? Then I guess it’s a good thing I happen to love having your cock in my mouth.” I slide to the floor, so that I’m kneeling between his legs. Reaching up I unbutton his pants, then slowly pull the zipper down, happy to see he is sans underwear.

Reaching in, I take hold of his massive cock, already hardening, and pull it out. Leaning over, I lick up the length of it from the base to his mushroomed head, where precum is already beading. I give a gentle tug on his piercing and I hear him moan, showing me just how much he’s enjoying what I’m doing.

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