Blood's Fury (Deadly Beauties 1)

"Are you expecting anyone?" he breathlessly releases.

"No. Don't answer it," I grumble, knowing damn well Frankie is here to douse our fire.

He drops back down to me, even though now his jeans have been pulled back up. He falls between my legs, and his mouth begins owning mine once again.

"Kane," a guys voice yells through the door.

"Shit," Kane gripes as he stands up again. "I'm so sorry."

"Who is it?" I murmur with a bit of a frazzled tone while covering up with my sheet.

"It's Deke, one of my roommates. I'll be right back."

I watch as he quickly buttons his pants, and then he pulls his shirt on while rushing out the door.

How did he know where I live?

"What the hell, man?" I hear Kane gripe.

"Sorry, it's Amy. She's kind of… gone. I think she got upset about you going off with this chick. We need to find her before-"

"Fine. Fuck," Kane interrupts. "Just give me a second."

Amy? The chick who's obviously in love with him?

I hear him rushing back through, and suddenly I feel incredibly

stupid for having allowed myself to be with him. I should have known he had a damn girlfriend.

"Hey," he murmurs as he walks back into the room. "Something came up, and I have to go. I'm really, really sorry, but can I see you tomorrow?"

He walks over to the bed and takes a seat on the edge as I cling to the covers.

"Um, I don't know. Just call me, and I'll see what I've got going on."

He looks at me sideways, as if he's trying to see through me.

"Alyssa, I swear this is the last thing I want to do right now, but I have to. Will you please see me tomorrow… or later today rather?" he asks while looking at the absurd hour on the clock.

"I told you, call me. I don't know what I'll have going on," I murmur, my chill extinguishing the roaring flames.

He sighs out while gripping his head as Deke yells, "Come on, Kane. We've got to get going before she does something stupid."

Kane cringes, apparently not wanting me to hear that, and I look away, not letting on I've already heard more.

"Alyssa, I'll call you after while. I'm sorry," he murmurs while leaning over to kiss me.

I offer him my weakest, coldest kiss, and he pulls back looking torn about what to do. It's just sex he's passing up. He's doing me a huge favor by bailing out before I offer my first time to a creep.

He groans as he finally gets up, and then he walks out to leave me in my shameful bed that is laughing at me for my nearly foolish decision.

I hear the door shut, and then it wiggles as he checks to make sure it's locked. I feel sick at my stomach, and I rise up to rush to the bathroom and expel the proof of my shame.

"So stupid," I mumble while leaning over the toilet.

Wiping my mouth, I stand up and head back into my room to pull on a pajama shirt and a pair of pants that match. A huff falls free when I see his boxers he failed to put on his haste. I pick them up and carry them to the wash, along with my uniform and clothes that all smell like him.

Tossing them all in at once, I flip on the wash and head back to my living room to finish watching the zombie movie still that is paused.