I was torn about him. I wanted to have sex with him again; hell, I wanted a lot more sex with him. But I was the kind of woman who fell too easily for a man once I was sleeping with him. And Havoc was not the kind of man I wanted to ever fall for. I didn’t believe he could give me the stability I craved. Plus, it was fairly clear that he didn’t want anything from me except sex. I was good with this. For now. But if I kept sleeping with him, I knew myself and I was pretty damn sure I wouldn’t be good with it after awhile. So, it was probably best not to see him again. But fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I hit the steering wheel in frustration. And that was when I saw him. He was exiting the hotel I was passing, and I made a snap decision to pull over. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. My sunglasses shielded my eyes from the burning afternoon sun; for winter, it was unusually warm, and I regretted wearing jeans and a long sleeved top today. His sunglasses hid his eyes from me too, so I had no way to know if he was pleased to see me or not as I walked towards him.
He stalked right up to me, grabbed me roughly by the elbow, and demanded to know, “What the fuck are you doing here, Carla?”
Well shit. Not the reaction I was expecting. And not a reaction that impressed me. I tried to shake myself from his grip but he was holding firm. Looking up at his face, I answered him angrily, “I was driving by, saw you and thought I’d stop and say hi. Gotta admit that I’m regretting that decision now.”
His anger matched mine. “I’m regretting that decision too, babe.”
He began to pull me back towards my car. I didn’t appreciate being manhandled, and resisted. That only annoyed him further and he grasped me tighter in an effort to pull me. “Stop!” I yelled.
He stopped and bent his face to mine. He hissed at me, “Trust me when I say this is not a place you want to be. You need to leave right fuckin’ now.”
I took in his angry face and the tone in his voice; there was an urgency to it that I didn’t understand. “Why?” I asked.
He resumed dragging me in the direction of my car, and muttered, “I don’t have fuckin’ time to detail it for you. I just wish to hell that you didn’t have to argue with me about every-fuckin’-thing.”
Fine. If he wanted me gone, I was going. He wasn’t making any sense, and he’d upset and pissed me off so there really was no point in sticking around. Obviously he’d had enough of me, and whatever we’d had going was done with. I finally found the strength to break free of his hold. Throwing my arms in the air, I yelled, “Fine, I’m going. You don’t have to drag me anymore.”
“Keep your fuckin’ voice down,” he hissed again. His hand landed on my lower back and he continued to guide me to my car.
I unlocked my door, glared at him one last time, and said, “I don’t know what the hell is up your ass today, but I get the message. I won’t bug you again. But let’s just get one thing clear, Havoc. There are much nicer ways of telling a girl you want nothing more to do with her. You really need to learn them.” Without further ado, I got in my car and sped off without a backwards glance.
What an asshole.
***
I arrived home half an hour later. I lived with my mother while I was finishing my course, but she was out for the day. Thank God, because I just needed some time to myself to calm down. I loved my mother but she always knew when something was bugging me and I didn’t want to discuss Havoc with her. Instead, I ran a bath, poured a wine and sunk into the warm bubbles letting them wash over me. Hopefully they would wash the tension from my body.
I’d brought my mail in to read, and quickly worked my way through the five letters. The last letter caused me to sit upright in the bath and shout out expletives. My fucking teacher had failed me after all.
Motherfucker.
I stood and grabbed a towel. After I’d dried off, I hurriedly got dressed again in preparation to go down to the college and give him a piece of my mind. I was walking out the door when my phone rang.
“Hello,” I snapped at whoever it was without checking caller ID.
“Shit girl. You having a bad day?”
It was Velvet, my brother’s girlfriend. I sighed. “Sorry. And yes, I’m having a bad afternoon.”
“What’s happened?” she asked, and I knew she genuinely wanted to know. Velvet had a heart of gold, and we’d grown close since she’d come into our family a couple of months ago.
“I just found out I failed my semester at school because I wouldn’t sleep with my teacher. And on top of that, a guy I’ve been sleeping with was the biggest asshole to me earlier. Ugh, men.”
“Your teacher can’t fucking do that!” she exclaimed, her anger at the situation matching mine.
“Well he has.”
She was quiet for a moment, but then came out with the big guns. “Nash will take care of him for you.”
I smiled. Nash was my brother, and was a biker with the Storm Motorcycle Club; he would definitely take care of my teacher for me. He had a violent streak in him and wasn’t afraid to access it. I didn’t know much about his club or his role in it but I sure as hell knew that he wasn’t a man to be messed with. And he always looked after those he loved. My teacher was fucked.