Adrian's Wrath(40)
She didn’t want to stare, but it was damn hard not to. When another car pulled into the spot right next to hers, a beast of a truck that blocked her view, she quickly unlocked her door and climbed in. She locked the doors and started her car, needing to go right away. It might be nothing and just her shot nerves, but she couldn’t take any chances. When she was onto the main road she glanced in her rearview mirror to see if she was being followed. A breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding left her when she realized the dark car was still parked in the lot. She had a lot of things to figure out, the main ones being if she was going to work the next couple of days and ensure she had enough to completely disappear, and how the hell she was going to say good-bye to Adrian. It was going to be hard, but she knew she had to do it today. Already he had called her three times, asking her to talk to him. It broke her heart, but she was doing this for him.
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Adrian nursed a beer and stared at the wall behind the bar that housed the bottles of liquor that would make sure everyone at tonight’s fight would be good and liquored up. Okay, he could handle her not wanting to see him last night, but when he tried to see her this afternoon she had made an excuse at every turn. Something wasn’t right, and although he knew this, he was torn between giving her the space she might really need, and going to her and demanding that she not shut him out. He wanted to tell her he was here to stay. There was no way she was going to just ignore what they shared. He knew damn well she felt the intense connection. It couldn’t just be one-sided. He took another long pull from his beer and dropped his head, tracing the worn lines on the top of the bar with his eyes and trying to figure out what he was going to do to convince her.
The feel of his phone vibrating in his pocket alerted him to an incoming call and he dug it out and looked at the screen. Brea’s number lit up the screen. “Thank fuck,” he muttered right before answered the call. “Brea. Damn, baby. I’m going crazy over here.” A beat of silence passed. “Brea? Are you okay, pretty girl?” She cleared her throat, and he knew that something was up.
“Can we talk?”
“Of course.” Anxiety grew inside of him and he felt every one of his systems reacting to the rush of adrenaline.
He heard the sound of a car door opening and shutting. “I’m actually headed into the club right now. Can you meet me here?”
“I’m already here.” He hadn’t realized his hand was clenched against his thigh. He straightened out his fingers and ran his hand over his hair. “I came here a little early to work out.” Because I have been going crazy without you and needed something to help me keep my mind from going crazy. “I can meet you at the main floor and we can go get coffee or something?”
“I don’t know, Adrian.” She sounded forlorn.
“We can go anywhere you want, Brea. Just please talk to me.” Her exhale let him know that maybe, just maybe there was hope. He wasn’t opposed to begging. “I just want to see you. I don’t know what’s going on, but I think I deserve the chance to plead my case.”
“Okay. I’ll meet you up here. We can go to the coffee shop down the street.”
They hung up and Adrian downed the rest of his beer and stood. Heart pounding at the mere thought of seeing Brea, he couldn’t help the smile that covered his face. It had only been a day that he hadn’t seen her, but here he was, like a lovesick teenager. Of course it was so much more than that. So much more.
“Well, hey there, baby. I’ve been missing you around the club. Where you been hiding?” The sickly sweet sound of Candy’s voice had him gritting his teeth in irritation. Since he had started seeing Brea he had managed to steer clear of this clinger, but here she was now, her perfume so strong and cloying it wrapped around him and threatened to choke the life out of him.
“I don’t have time for this, Candy.” She ran a finger up his arm and he shook her off.
“No?” Her once sweet and seductive voice turned hard and cold. “You don’t have time for me but you have time for that piece of pussy that works here?” Christ. He did not have time for this bullshit. She sidled up to him, her shirt once again a strip of latex and sequins. She lifted her hand, ran the bloodred tips along his chest, and then moved that last inch so her breasts were pressed against him. The fake globes felt like rocks compared to the soft, natural slope of Brea’s. Just having Candy touch him had his dick shriveling in his jeans. Gripping Candy’s upper arms, he meant to push her away, but she used it to advantage and quickly stood on her toes to kiss him.