First Person Narrative
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I forced myself to get up expecting housekeeping. I opened the door slightly just enough to see who's through the chain lock. My jaw drops of panic instantly sets in definitely not housekeeping, unless they decided to hire a hottest **** angry biker. Open it or I will, he demands, his eyes blazing. I consider my options for a few seconds before I slide open the lock. He could just break the door down if you wanted Teoh, so there's really no point. I open it and take a few steps back. As he enters, crystal blue eyes narrow on me. A muscle tics in his jaw and his gaze rigs over me, checking to make sure I'm OK. He's wearing warn ripped jeans and a long sleeve black T shirt that accentuates his muscular build. He looks good, but he always did. Just in the neighborhood, I ask hope, filling my voice. What the **** they he rasped, gripping the doorframe. Take another step back. I don't know what he's capable of right now. The old Dex would rather cut off his arm. That hurt me. Do I really know him now? Don't even know how the **** he found me. Does he know? Of course he does. Nothing gets by Dexter Black. He bangs the door behind him. The noise making me flinch. Pack up your ****, he demands by searching the crappy motel room which is now looking considerably smaller with this holding presence. We're leaving. He doesn't look happy with what he sees. In fact, his scowl deepens. He crosses his arms over his broad chest and stares down at me, waiting for me to move. I'm not going anywhere, I say putting my hands on my hips and glaring at him. He's not the boss of me. Yes, he's a badass, sexy man with whom I had one night of hot, passionate sex. But that doesn't mean he gets to tell me what to do. I might have liked him bossy in bed. This right here is a different story. He takes a deep breath as if calming himself. I've been looking for you for two days trying not to lose my ******* temper here, Fay. But you're pushing me. I don't think I've ever been this patient. My ****** life. I'm not going anywhere. I reply, lifting my chin up and you can't make me. We stare at each other, the tension building. I can actually feel the moment before he snaps, his fists clench and the tightness in his jaw almost looks pain. I stepped back into the frame of the open door and he loses it. He picks up the TV and throws it into the wall. Crashing sound makes me jump, but he doesn't stop there, punches the wall several times, then slides a few glasses off the table. In one smooth moves, there goes my deposit turns and points a finger right at me. Cool! My eyes widen as he grabs my bag and starts packing anything of mine he comes across. I walk up to him and tried to grab it away from him. But one deadly look has me retracting my hand. Temper tantrum over. I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He looks down in my bare feet. Then it all the glass scattered on the carpet floor. Don't move. I do as I'm told. As he brings me a pair of my shoes, I slide them on and look up at him. Why does he want me to go with him? What good can come from what I need to do is move on with my life and settle somewhere safe and quiet somewhere without sex on a stick. Bikers and their do Schuler cheating brothers somewhere where my parents aren't around And I could be myself. I just want to be left alone decks, I say, tears forming in my eyes. So tired, so ******* tired. My life isn't meant to be like this. And I hate the fact that he's seen me this vulnerable. I'm not this week, Not usually. And he's the last person I'd want to see me like this. He's strong. Nothing touches him. I have no idea how he would handle me if I broke down right now, which I'm seriously close to. Do it. No, you thought running away with solve your problems. You thought lying was going to solve your problems? You're looking my ******* brother mentioned you left and that you're pregnant or I wouldn't even know that I was having a ******* kit. He else losing his composure? Talk about kicking me when I'm down. Really? Don't need your ship right now, I mutter looking down at the floor feeling like the worst person in the world because he's right. Probably wouldn't have told him. Can't say what I would have done. You would have gone on your whole life without telling me. He doesn't. Disbelief. Don't you think I deserve to have heard this from you? I think about lying, but in the end, I don't. I deserve his judgment. Do you really think you could give this kid a good life? Wrong thing to say? But I needed to say it because that was my rationalisation for leaving without a word. His eyes turned cold and hard. Guess you're gonna find out now, aren't you? How do you know this kid is even yours? I asked lifting my chin up. Why am I poking the dragon? I have no idea. I know because the condom broke that night And you had sex with Eric in a while, he says, staring straight at me or anyone else. The condom broke. I gape, my eyes flaring. How that explains things, doesn't it? And who is he? The sex police. I hadn't had sex with anyone else. But how did he know that he watches me under his lashes but ignores my common Grab your shift day you have five minutes or we leave without I grit my teeth, but do as he says, taking my few belongings and packing them in my bag with efficiencies.