Shackled Hearts (Chained Hearts Duet 4)

How did that feel so… normal?

“You have it so bad.” Adora laughs from behind me. “I mean, I like women too, being bi-sexual and all. I almost fell in love with her myself when she thanked me. Tell me, if you lose out, can I try?”

“I thought you were a lesbian,” I question. I assumed she was gay because she has never even looked at me twice, and no, that’s not me being full of myself. It’s just fact.

“Ha, no. You just aren’t my type, boo.” She turns and walks back into the shop, and I follow her in. “But for real, she’s hot.”

“I know and don’t even think about it.”

Adora flicks her hair over her shoulder. “As if you could stop me.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “I’ll tell Joey I know where you are.” I smirk.

“Don’t you dare.” Her wild eyes land on mine.

“Does he even know what you look like?”

“No. I saw him once when I was a kid, and that’s it.”

“I need you to deliver something for me. I fucked up, and I need to send her a gift.”

“Chanel?” she asks.

“No, Sailor.”

Adora nods and grabs a pen. “What type of books?”

“She prefers shoes,” I tell her.

Her eyes find mine. “Do I look like I run a shoe shop?” She shakes her head, putting the pen back down.

“No, but I have no idea about fucking shoes, but I am sure you do. She wears ones with red bottoms.”

Her eyes go wide in realization. “I’ll do it on one condition.”

I groan. “What?”

“That you buy me a pair too for helping you.”

“That’s called being a good person.”

“And what would you know, Lucas Rossi… about being a good person?” She cackles.

“Fair enough.” I grab my credit card and throw it on the counter. “Get her the best pair you can find.” I grab a card and write the address on it. “Deliver them here.”

“They can be delivered by post, you know?”

“I want it done today, and you have free time.”

“Fine.” She walks over and changes the sign to ‘Closed’ before coming back and grabbing my card. “Lock up when you leave.”

I go to the back of the store and start looking for my next read when Keir calls. Not only have I not been sleeping because of Sergio, but Keir hasn’t made it any easier.

Any shit jobs that need to be done…

The asshole calls me.

Anything small he needs…