Frozen(21)

Mark laughed out loud which got my attention. "Feck him. He deserves whatever's coming to him after the stunt he pulled. I'm with you on this one, Neala."

I high fived Mark, lovingly patted my father on the back then turned and went searching for Darcy so I could put the laxative tablets to work. Yep, I was armed with laxatives. My plan was to give Darcy the shits for two reasons.

One, he deserves crippling stomach pain and ring burn for stealing the doll from me. Two, it will guarantee he has to head home to use his - ahem - facilities because I had Bob, the pub owner, mark the bathrooms as out of order until Darcy left. It was easy, I just had to pay him twenty Euros.

Once Darcy was out of the pub I would then happily follow him to his mysterious house further up the mountains, break into said house - lets see how he likes it - and get the doll back.

Everybody wins.

Well, everybody except Darcy.

Darcy didn't get to win at all.





I scanned the pub for the tenth time in the last thirty minutes since I was forced to take pictures with her. Actually, being next to Neala wasn't too bad because it meant I could keep my eye on her, but now that I couldn't see her chocolate brown-haired head anywhere it made me uneasy.

It was Neala's turn to strike, and that meant I couldn't drop my guard.

I was one hundred percent certain she knew I took the doll from her apartment. I just didn't understand why she hasn't outed me to everyone, or at the very least got me on my own to attack me over it. Christmas was in four days time and I knew she needed that doll for Charli so she couldn't afford to wait around, she had to come at me sooner rather than later for it. The when was a question, but the how was an even bigger one that played on my mind.

I had no clue how she would seek revenge on me and try to get the doll back. It was chilling to think about because Neala could be creative - very creative - with her methods of revenge. Each and every single one of her revenge plans over the years usually left me wallowing in the shreds of my crumbled pride. I was well aware that she could bring a grown man to his knees… I was living proof of it. But as apprehensive as I was, I would be lying if I said the thrill of it didn't excite me because it did.

Neala was an adrenaline rush for me, she was something I craved and feared at the same time.

I'd never admit that out loud though, it killed me just admitting it to myself.

I continued to scan the room for her, but instead of her pale face, I saw other familiar ones. One particular face I spotted was one I've come to know well over the past few years, it was Laura Stoke's pretty one.

She was tall, not as tall as my six foot three, but taller than most girls. She stood at five foot eleven. She had freckled pasty white skin, long thick strawberry blonde hair that touched the small of her back, and an arse that made my cock stand at attention with one sway. Laura was, to put it nicely, my fuck buddy. Like me, she wasn't looking to settle down with a relationship, she was simply up for fun whenever I was up for it - pun intended.

I had a long sample of Laura only a few days ago, but since I was tense, I decided she could help take the edge off tonight.

"Laura," I called out.

Her head turned in my direction, and a knowing smirk curved her red painted lips. I allowed my eyes to slowly trail over her sizzling hot body as she sashayed towards me through the small crowd, and as always, the thought of what I could do, and had done, to that body caused me to harden.

"Darcy Hart, fancy seeing you again... so soon," Laura purred as she reached me.

She leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

"You look edible," I growled down at her, and swallowed when she snapped her teeth at me.

Laura took a step back and looked down at the hot pink pencil dress she had on.

"What? In this old thing?"

I groaned when she slowly twirled giving me a full view of just how tight that little old thing hugged her slender body in the sexiest of ways.

"Yeah, that little old thing," I hissed when she turned and fully pressed herself against me.

Laura smiled at me seductively. "I've never turned you or your cock down before Darcy... Quite frankly because you give me amazing orgasms but no orgasm, no matter how good, is worth the wrath of Neala Clarke."

I sobered, and my dick softened, at the mention of her name.

"What the hell has Neala got to do with us shagging?" I asked.

Laura smiled. "This is her brother's engagement party, and I've been around you enough to know explosive shite happens when you're both at the same function. I don't want to jump to the top of her hit list by being on your arm tonight."

I growled in annoyance, "Neala doesn't get a say in who I fuck."

"No," Laura agreed, "but when she is mad at you, she will get you back no matter who you're fucking and she is always mad at you. I don't fancy her pulling some stunt while we get down and dirty in the bathroom."