Page 15 of His Curvy Temptress

“I’ll drive the rest of the way,” Abel says, running his hands along my body. We’ve been driving back from Oregon, and we stopped for the night at a motel. Where he spent the entire night fucking me. I didn’t get much sleep, and neither did he. But somehow, the man looks fresh as a daisy. “You can sleep.”

“I hate you,” I grumble, but there’s no heat in my words. I don’t hate him. In fact, there’s a good possibility I’m in love with him, and that very thought scares me.

His chuckle is deep and throaty. “No you don’t, now get your sexy ass into the car. The sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll be there.”

Dread sets into my stomach. God, I’m not sure if this is something I’m ready for. We have about a five-hour drive until we’re home, and I feel sick. I hate confrontation, and I know that when I go home that’s exactly what I’m going to get.

“What’s your plans when we get back?” he asks.

I sigh. “I hadn’t really thought about it. I’m just taking it one day at a time. My initial thought was to just put a downpayment on a house and move out. But with Maggie dying, I don’t know if now is the right time to do it.”

My head is completely muddled. Everything has changed in the span of seven days, and it terrifies me. I know I should have kept my guard up, but I didn’t, now I’m scared about what will happen and where I’ll end up.

“Down Payment?” Abel says, quickly glancing at me and then back to the road ahead.

“Yeah, with living at home, I’ve been able to save all my wages and any other money I’ve gotten. Your parents are really generous when Christmas and Birthdays come around. Not to mention so are you.” He’s the worst of them all. He put five hundred dollars into my card as well as buying me a gift for Christmas. For my twenty-first birthday, I ended up with close to ten thousand dollars from him and his parents. I was shocked, and Gramma Nancy told me I wasn’t allowed to say anything. But I thanked her and Grandpa Steve and saved it all.

“My parents adore you, Alexis. They love you, and they’re going to be pissed with what went down with Andrew.”

I sigh, as I sink further into the seat. “I get it, though,” I say softly. “I can’t imagine what he’s going through, it’s got to be the worst thing in the world losing the person you love most, watching them deteriorate in front of you.” I hurt that he’s going through this, but I hate that he’s punishing me.

“He’s still a fucking prick for what he said.”

I laugh softly. Abel has become my biggest protector. I lay a hand on his arm. “It’s going to be okay,” I tell him.

His jaw clenches. “It will be,” he growls.

I know he’ll do everything in his power to ensure it will. It doesn’t stop the nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach.

God, I’m so dreading this.

* * *

Thankfully when we arrive home,Granny and Grandpa aren’t here. Abel called them while we were driving and checked in with them. Letting them know I’m safe and on our way home. Granny Nancy cried, which in turn, made me cry. She was worried about me but didn’t want to overwhelm me, so she never called.

I hate that I’ve made everyone worry by taking off, but it was the only thing I could do for my own sanity. I needed time and space. So I took it. Thankfully, everyone seems to understand .

“You’ll be fine,” Abel assures me. His cell starts to ring, and he tells me to go on in, and that he’ll join me in a minute.

I nod and walk into the house, the moment I do, I feel the air thicken, but not in a good way—the way it does when Abel looks at me—but in an angry way, and I brace myself.

“Fucking finally,” Andrew growls as he walks toward me. “What the fuck were you playing at, Alexis? Hmm? What the hell is wrong with you?”

I lift my chin and stare at him. “I needed space so I took it. As you said, it was between you and Maggie, so why do you care where I was?”

He grabs my arm, pulling on it tightly, I release a pained groan but know that if I cry out, Abel’s going to be pissed. He drags me toward the living room where Maggie’s currently sitting, her eyes wide as she watches her husband manhandle me. “You can let go,” I snap. “You’re hurting me, so take your hands off me.”

He spins around and faces me. “You’re fucking lucky Maggie loves you. The stunt you pulled, I should fucking hurt you. She’s been worried out of her damn mind. She doesn’t need this stress,” he hisses.

“Take your fucking hand off her, now,” I hear the deep guttural growl from behind me and close my eyes. Oh boy, Andrew is fucked. Abel is fiercely protective of me, and if he heard me say Andrew was hurting me, he’s going to lose his mind.

“Abel, this has nothing to do with you,” Andrew sneers, his fingers tightening around my wrist. “Thanks for bringing her home, but you can leave now.”

“Not fucking happening,” Abel snarls. “She said you’re hurting her. So fucking remove your hand now. Brother or not, I will fucking hurt you.”

Andrew releases me like he’s just been burnt, his gaze moves between Abel and me, the look of absolute disgust crosses his face. “The fuck? She’s your niece, you son of a bitch. You don’t touch her.”

I step back, not wanting to be near Andrew, of course, the moment I do, Abel’s there, his arms sliding around my waist, ignoring his brother’s rant. “Are you okay, baby girl?” he asks, his voice soft, but I can still hear the underlying anger in it.

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