Havoc (Storm MC 7)

Hope.

“Are you okay tonight? You seem off.”

I focused my attention back to Carla who stared at me with open-concern.

Placing my utensils down, I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve just got some stuff on my mind.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

Pushing my chair back, I stood. “No. I’m gonna have a shower.”

Before she could say anything else, I headed for the bathroom.

I needed some space.

Closing the door behind me, I pulled my clothes off and turned on the shower.

Silence.

Peace.

“Havoc.”

The door pushed open and I found myself staring at Carla as steam filled the tiny room.

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; “Not now,” I rasped, desperate for her to leave me be.

She didn’t.

“Yes, now,” she snapped. “I cooked you dinner. I went to some trouble for you. And while I don’t expect cartwheels and cheers of thanks, a simple acknowledgement would be nice. Just to know you at least enjoyed your dinner would be good.”

She rambled and the tangled strands of memories in my mind threatened to suffocate me.

Good.

Bad.

Unfinished business.

I can’t do this.

Not again.

“Havoc!”

I snapped.

Closing the distance between us, I pulled at the dress she wore. A moment later, it lay on the floor, along with her panties and bra. As she opened her mouth to speak, I pressed a finger to her lips. “Don’t speak.”

My voice betrayed the jagged emotions gripping me, and her eyes widened. She gulped back her words and remained silent.

I dragged her into the shower with me and pushed her up against the tiled wall. Lowering my mouth to hers, I tore a kiss from her lips.

Fuck.

Every damn time.