on the floor – hugs her full tits and gives her long legs more leverage. It almost rivals the leather dress from yesterday.
Nah. I preferred how she struggled to stop her tits from spilling.
The moment I caught sight of her sauntering to the bar, I couldn’t fucking look away. Must be the red lips. They’re so much like blood.
Little miss trouble stares at me as if I’m a ghost. It’s close enough.
“So?” I repeat when she says nothing. “Are you stalking me?”
She reverts her gaze to take a sip of her martini as if I don’t exist. “In your dreams, mister.”
There. The reason why I didn’t stay away even though she’s incompatible.
Women are usually willing – if they’re into what I propose. Even if they play hard to get, they don’t attack me head on. It’s been a damn long time since I’ve been with a woman, though, so maybe I’m losing track of things.
Unlike the others, little miss trouble has no fucks to give. She even flipped me off. It takes a lot of balls to do that. I’m sure she’ll change her attitude once she knows who I am.
“I’m Shadow.” I slide on the stool beside her and place my arm on the counter.
“Uh… okay?”
“You don’t know me, do you?”
“Should I?” She flips her hair back. Its colour is as confusing as her eyes. It’s like it had fucking trouble at deciding whether to be blonde or grey so bam. Some grey-blonde shit as a compromise.
“Hmmm.” I let my eyes roam over her body before sliding back to her narrowed gaze. “You’re new in the area?”
She releases a feigned gasp. “Are you stalking me?”
“Believe me, beautiful. If I’m to stalk you, it would be more…” My voice drops a range. “Intense.”
Her lips part. She has this cupid bow shit that I would usually want to ruin just because.
I hate perfect fucking things.
And yet, on her, with those fuckable red lips, all I keep thinking about is shoving my dick between them.
“If you don’t want me to stalk you…” I tap the table in front of her. My hand is inches away from hers that’s clasped tightly around the drink. “Tell me your name.”
“I’ll pass.”
I glide my fingers towards hers, and she visibly pushes back. Hmmm. Interesting. “Is it a secret?”
She feigns a gasp again. “How did you know? It’s top secret.”
“I love secrets.” I grin. “Especially if they will come out of your mouth.”
A light shade of red colours her cheeks. She lowers her head before gulping down more martini.
Fucking hell.
Is she blushing? And here I thought nothing can faze little miss trouble.
An unhinged part of me springs to life. A part I’ve been trying to control and the reason why I don’t take women anymore.
The need to hurt.
To mark her skin red.
To see blood oozing against her pale flesh.
But that’s not me. That’s Omega’s drug that’s been in mine and my mates’ systems for two decades. That shit about losing control won’t be happening anymore.
Certainly not for a woman.
Lachlan strides towards me. He’s a big man, not bigger than me, but he’s fast and agile. He’s one of the youngest men we found in this organisation when we took over. Barely twenty-three. I don’t need an aid, but he kind of glued himself to me.
Maybe it has to do with how I saved his family from debts. His father has been struggling with cancer and treatment fees, and Lachlan became distracted at work. However, when he found out a source of embezzlement, he reported it back instead of indulging in stealing. I searched the reason behind his distress, found out what was wrong, and fixed it.
Loyalty is important to us.
Lachlan stops beside me, shoulders squared and hands crossed in front of him. His brown eyes – that almost turn black – are as stoic as they can get. One thing I keep telling the lad is to chill. He never fucking listens.
He says in a thick Scottish accent, “We ‘ave tae leave.” His gaze falls on miss trouble and he stiffens.
I lean back on my stool, keeping one elbow on the counter, so I can watch the show live. I’m just missing some popcorn.
She meets his gaze and becomes rigid as well, then she laughs, but the sound forced. “Oh, hey there. You okay after last night?”
“I’ll be okay after I break yer neck.” Lachlan’s shoulders square.
“Come on. No need to be all butt hurt about it. I was only defending myself.” Miss trouble laughs again, and