2. A knife to the heart.
He licked his lips maintaining the eye contact. I could see a bit more clearly now. His face was perfect. I sat down next to him and just looked at his face, which was inching closer, I froze a little and let things happen on its own, a sober thought occurred in my mind, I need to do a background check before things can go any further with this perfect stranger. But that’s what he was, a perfect stranger. I begged my drunk cloudy brain to form a thought before he comes any closer. Just as our noses touched I said, “I could’ve taken him in a fight” and swept my glass from the table.
It took him a minute to process my sentence and only after closing his eyes and releasing a groan he retreated his face a little away. Which thankfully gave my racing heart time to slow down.
“sure,” he said like he didn’t believe me, “do you even know who he is Valerie ?” he said. My name on that tongue sounded too good to form any thoughts that didn’t end with him inside me, truthfully I almost moaned. His words did bruised my ego though.
“do you know who I am?” I countered and looked at his face,
“why do you think I’m not tearing off that” rest of that sentence was blurry, but for a minute he looked like he knew everything about me. “that guy is a leader of a the mods by the way, he owns this part of town.”
“aha, so you don’t know who I am. Loser.”
“Valerie , did you just call me a loser for not knowing your lineage.”
Did he just say lineage like I’m some fucking princess. Who the fuck says lineage. Sounded hot though.
“lineage? Why are you brining my ancestors into this.” I was ready to throw hands.
“what is making you so angry Valerie ?” Chase looked amused. I should be scaring him right now. My death glares make people piss their pants, and here this dude is looking at me like I’m some adorable bunny.
“I would have won.” I stated like it was obvious, he doesn’t know I’ve beat him before. “fight me.” I challenged, I needed to prove I am as tough as I look. This stranger was going down, even if I was drunk.
“oh really? Ok punch me here really hard.” He pointed at his lower abs and stood up. I crawled over to his side of the bed and stood in front of him. He was just a few inches taller than me. And now I’m realizing he was very built. Maybe he could take me down? This was not going to end well.
“are u sure you won’t cry?” I asked him and gave him a sarcastic pout
“oh, I’m sure.” He said in a cocky manner
I stood up and aimed for his stomach with all the power I had. Which was a lot as I had been training since I was 3 years old. But due to my intoxicated state the impact was a little lower. Right where the sun don’t shine. As soon as I hit him, he groaned and fell on the ground. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I panicked. What the fuck have I done.
Hopefully I don’t see him again, the staring and the conversation was too intense for my liking anyway. I crouched down near him, “I’m so sorry.” All the alcohol was now seeping out of my system.
“Valerie , if you wanted to touch my dick all you had to do was put you hand down my pant babe. Punching is not a good way to feel me up.” He laughed and I released a breath of air I didn’t know I was holding. Wait. What.
“I did not want to feel you up!” I couldn’t fathom the thoughts in his head aren’t as dirty as mine right now.
“I’m not complaining though, if you wanna make it up you just need to bend down and massa..”
“do NOT complete that sentence.” We heard a voice from the doorway.
I turn around to see a pair of furious eye glaring at the two of us,
“who the fuck are you” Chase asks, looking bored. We were both kneeling down next to the bed at this state. Chase helped me up and we looked back at the voice.
My ex, oh great.
I looked at him with total hatred in my eyes. I think I heard him gulp. Loser.
“Charlie.” I said, he hated that nickname. I smirk.
“babe, I was looking for you. You left downstairs so angry.”
“first of all, don’t call me babe. And secondly, I thought that red haired backstabbing best friend of mine was keeping you company with her mono infested tongue down your throat.” I was angry. This bitch needed a few bruises. We weren’t of equal power when it came to one on one combat, but I know his weaknesses like the back of my hand.
“Valerie , I don’t think you should” I heard Chase say, before I turned and gave him a shut-the-fuck-up-or-die. He shut up. Good boy. I smiled at him and returned to my glare.
“baby, you know she means nothing to me. Come on babe lets go back and continue our deal, I know you miss me, we can work it out.”
Damn. He was right, as much as I wanted to skin him alive with my butchers knife I did love him and no one had treated me like him. We were good together.
No.
Fuck that.
I stepped towards him and hit him the jaw, broke his nose and was going for the torso, he tried to stop me but I was too quick. Even with alcohol in my system I knew my way around a fight, especially with pieces of crap.
“She was my best friend, she was everything to me.”
“that bitch came to me Valerie , I know you won’t believe it now that she’s dead. But she came to me.”
“you fucked her, cheated on her too and killed her Charles.”
“she deserved it. She made me cheat on you.”