Against All Odds - Angel's Story(2)

CHAPTER ONE

One month earlier…



Angel



Chase and I have only known each other for a few months. But what a wonderful few months they’ve been. I met him a few days after moving here. It took less than a minute for me to know I was attracted to him. No man has ever captivated me the way he does.

He oozes sex appeal. He’s nothing like the rich, preppy guys I grew up with. He’s not only hot as hell, he’s extremely funny and down to earth. He also has that bad-arse rugged side I find way too sexy to resist. All the girls love him and all the guys want to be him.

Initially I was attracted to his looks, but once I got to know him better, I kind of fell in love with his personality.

I still remember the day I first laid eyes on him. He pulled up beside my car in the parking lot at the university. My window was down and the noise from his bike was deafening. I turned my head in annoyance to see who was responsible.

The first thing I saw were two long, muscly denim-clad legs, straddling a shiny black and chrome Harley Davidson motorbike. Images of flames and skulls adorned the black paintwork. My eyes travelled down to his black boots, then back up those sexy, faded ripped jeans, to a tight black T-shirt and an open black leather jacket. You could tell his body was toned. Thoughts of what he’d look like with that shirt removed flooded my mind. Oh my.

When my eyes finally met his, I think I actually stopped breathing. The face that went with that scrumptious body was…WOW! He was staring down at me. His aviator sunglasses pulled low on his nose, revealing his beautiful eyes which were a stunning shade of dark blue. They reminded me of my favourite place—the ocean. Even his short, messy, darkish sandy brown hair and facial stubble was sexy. He had a cocky panty-dropping smile plastered all over his gorgeous face. Shit, I think I actually drooled. I can’t remember anyone ever making me feel the way he did at that moment. The attraction was instant.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” were the first words to leave his mouth. Even his voice was dreamy. I felt my eyes widen at his remark as I inhaled a quick breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding.

Before I got a chance to reply, a tall stunning blonde approached him. She had huge fake boobs, out for the world to see of course. They put mine to shame. My boobs aren’t big or small. Kind of in-between. It’s probably a good thing since I’m an athlete. If my boobs were as big as hers I’d probably give myself black eyes whenever I ran. Which was every day. I got the running gene from my mum. She loves to run too.

Blondie was wearing a tight black dress, if you could even call it a dress. There wasn’t much to it. Being the middle of winter, I’d say she would be freezing her arse off. The lengths some girls will go to for their appearance astounds me. She did have a beautiful figure though.

“Morning baby,” she drawled. My eyes moved from her back to him. He wasn’t paying her an ounce of attention. His eyes were still locked on me. “Do you want to get together later, for a bit of fun?” she added, curling her finger through her hair. He still didn’t look her way. It was like his eyes were glued to me. It sent shivers running through my whole body.

“Chase,” she snapped. I looked over at her again; she was now glaring at me. Shit. My first thought was, she must be his girlfriend. Wrong. A beautiful redhead then approached. She walked straight over to him, planting a kiss on his cheek, grabbing hold of his crotch and giving it a little squeeze. Jesus. Who does that?

“Morning, Sugar,” she whispered loud enough for all of us to hear. Who is this guy? Like the first girl, he didn’t even acknowledge her. Instead, he pushed her aside and looked down at me again. I was still sitting in my car watching this crazy scene unfold before my eyes.

When the redhead huffed, I looked her way. She was now glaring at me too. Shit. It was time for me to get out of there. I quickly grabbed my bag off the passenger seat and exited the car, the whole time trying not to look at the three pairs of eyes that were now trained on me.

I’d never felt so uncomfortable in my life. I wished I’d taken more time with my appearance this morning. Next to these two girls I was severely underdressed, or overdressed you might say. I was wearing my favourite pair of skin-tight faded designer denim jeans and a fitted white sweater. There was a pink scarf draped loosely around my neck, matching pink ballet flats on my feet. My long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Nothing flash.

I’m not a real girly girl, never have been. Sure, I have dresses and like to dress up occasionally, but mainly I live in jeans or shorts, depending on the weather. I rarely wear makeup. Even then it’s just mascara and lip gloss. I’m tall and my body is thin. I’m a runner so I’m in really good shape.