Revive (Storm MC 3)

I looked up into his eyes. He was talking to Griff but his full concentration was on me. I squirmed under his fierce gaze.

Griff pushed his chair back, and gave me one last piece of advice before leaving, “Keep your fucking legs closed until you work out what the hell you want.”

He exited the room, leaving me in a state of inner turmoil. I continued to watch Nash, waiting for him to say something. He didn’t take his eyes off me, but he eventually spun around and left without uttering a word.

What the hell?

I jumped up and immediately stalked after him. We were sorting this shit out right now even if I had to tie him to the spot and force him to talk.

He’d made for the front door of the club and I followed him outside before finally catching up to him as he rounded the corner of the building into the carpark.

“Nash!”

He promptly stopped and turned to face me. “Not getting into this with you tonight, Velvet.” His voice was savage, and I recoiled.

“When will you get into it with me?” I demanded.

“Do we even have to get into it?”

“You did not just fucking say that, Nash!”

“Yes, I fuckin’ did,” he threw back at me, hacking into my heart a little more.

He’d knocked the wind out of me and I struggled with where to go from here. “I thought you were different.”

“No, Velvet, I’m not. I’m your standard bastard who likes to fuck without further complications. If you thought there was more to this, you were wrong.”

My heart ached for my friend; the one I thought was inside him somewhere. I just wanted him back. Instead, he’d disappeared and in his place was this asshole who I didn’t want a bar of. “No, I thought you were different because I thought I was your friend. That’s all I wanted from you, and you couldn’t even give me that.”

His eyes flashed with ferocity. “You done?”

“Yes, I’m done. We’re done,” I spat.

His chest heaved, and he blew out a long breath before saying, “Good.”

I watched him turn and leave with the heaviest heart I’d ever had. Not even my ex husband had caused this amount of pain.

Chapter 11

Do I Wanna Know ~ Arctic Monkeys

Nash

I woke after a restless night. A night where I’d wrestled with some motherfucking demons. They’d chased me down and knocked my ass flat on the ground, strangling the life out of me. I’d almost hit the point of no return last night. The bottle was begging me to make her my mistress again, and it was taking every fucking ounce of restraint I had not to succumb to her charms.

The one thing that could help me, the release I craved, was the one thing I couldn’t make myself do. Sex. Usually I fucked my way out of this black hole, but Velvet had changed all of that. She’d changed everything, and the suffocating pressure I experienced when I thought about her told me that I needed to stay as far from her as I could. The fucking problem was that a need like I’d never known consumed my every waking moment; a need that only she could fill.

Fuck.

My phone buzzed with a text as I was getting ready for the day.

Erika: Thanks very much for assaulting my neighbour.

Me: You’re fucking welcome.

Erika: Not what I was aiming for, asshole.

Me: He deserved it.