Kisses and Warfare

Oh shit! That’s right, she already knows.

A knock is heard from the door, and then it’s pushed open.

“In the bathroom,” I yell out.

Footsteps, which are louder than my mother’s, come up, and soon, standing in my bathroom doorway is Blaze.

“You just let anyone in your house these days?” he asks, leaning against the door frame, his feet hooked one over the other and a smirk on his lips.

“I thought you were my mother,” I tell him, going back to applying my red lipstick. “What do you want?” I don’t look at him as I apply it using the mirror, though I can feel his stare penetrating me from behind.

“A man just left your house.”

“Yes, one did,” I say, grabbing my mascara, applying another layer, not wanting to look at him.

“Are you fucking him too?”

I look at Blaze now. His face doesn’t hold any amusement at all. He’s completely serious. Just as I’m about to tell him to get fucked, my mother’s voice comes through. “Kat, there’s a motorcycle behind your car. Did you know?”

I look up to Blaze and give him an eye roll. “Yes, Mother, Blaze is here to annoy me.”

“Oh, Marcus’s brother,” she states, not sounding so positive about it.

Blaze steps out and walks to where I know my mother is waiting in the living room. “Yes, ma’am, I’ve come to take Katarina to work.”

I sigh heavily at his use of my full name.

“Katarina? She allows you to call her that?” my mother asks him, surprise laced through her voice.

“I don’t allow him,” I yell out as I slip on my heels, then walk out.

My mother looks up at me. “Mitchell left already?”

“Yes.”

“How did it go?” she questions, getting straight to the damn point. Rochelle likes to say she talks around people and changes the subject fast, but she never seems to do that with me.

“It went well, Mother. As well as can be expected. Look… Annabelle’s sleeping. I’ve fed her already. So feel free to wake her if you want to take her to yours, I can collect her on my way home.”

“No, that’s okay. I want to wake up with her. Can I have her for the night?”

“Sure.”

Mom doesn’t say goodbye as she walks up to Annabelle’s room, and heading straight in there, I hear her grabbing her things as I walk outside with Blaze next to me.

“I was serious about coming to drive you.”

“I can’t believe you told my mother you call me that,” I say while shaking my head. Looking back toward the house, where I know she’s probably watching, he passes me a helmet.

“That’s your name.” He points to the helmet. “Put it on. We need to get going.”

“I can drive myself.”

“Katarina, do you really want to stand out front of your house, where your mother is inside probably watching us, and have an argument?” I heave a heavy sigh and pull the helmet on. Blaze kick starts his machine and taps the back for me to get on.

I look up to my window and see my mother offer a small wave as I get on, and know Blaze is right, she is watching us.

Blaze takes off fast, making my grip tighten by wrapping my arms around him as he speeds through the night. I feel him chuckle when I grip him harder, especially when he goes faster around a corner. If I could punch him right now, I probably would, but I don’t want to risk killing myself. I’m not ready to die yet.

I see the club come into view, and when he stops, I’m the first to get off and put some distance between us. “Oh God, you could have killed me,” I say, referring to the last sharp turn he took. Stepping forward, I slam his helmet into his hands and turn to walk inside.

“Asshole,” I mutter under my breath.

His footsteps follow me even when I’m inside.

Steve stops walking when he sees me. “I’m out. The girls are good to go. Silver’s still being a bitch,” he says while shaking his head. “Boss.” He nods to Blaze, who walks up next to me.

Turning to him, I ask, “Why are you here?”

“Looking out for you,” he says as if the answer is simple.

“Why?” I cross my arms over my chest. “What trouble is there?”

“None, hopefully. I was also expecting to fuck you on your desk.” His eyes move to my office.

“No. Now leave so I can work.”

“There’s a party at my clubhouse after this. You should come.”

“I have to go home.”

“Your mother has your daughter all night,” he says as I look around, trying to avoid his gaze. “There is no excuse.”

“There is always an excuse,” I reply to him.

He steps up to me, his body coming into direct contact with my back, and I feel his heat.

“Don’t you want me to fuck you? To make you scream so fucking much that you can’t speak for days, and all you can think about is my cock in your pussy?”