Pitiful lies, p.3
Pitiful Lies, page 3
For a moment, I thought maybe she would try to fight me on this or jump out. But Giselle is not stupid.
Jumping out of a car, even if it’s only doing twenty-five miles per hour, is a pretty risky move.
Just in case, though, I lock the doors.
“Pull over at the next gas station. I’ll Uber back to my parents’ condo,” she says.
“I don’t think so.”
I snicker out loud. This girl is so damn feisty with me. Like she doesn’t care that I’m more than twice her size with a reputation that would intimidate most grown men.
It should annoy me, but it doesn’t. When Giselle gets all mouthy with me, hell, it just turns me on all the more.
I want her.
I mean that. I want this woman in a completely obsessive way.
I always fucking want her.
And that’s, well, that’s new.
That’s the real reason I can’t just forget about her. I can’t just let her go. Can’t watch her walk out on me.
Not gonna happen.
I mean, I fucking tried. Maybe I’m just too old. Or too jaded. Or just too damn fucking mean to leave this woman alone.
I’m not good for her.
I know I’m not.
Ask anyone what the name Angel Fury means, and they’ll tell you the same thing.
It means death.
Yeah, I got blood on my hands. A lot of it. I’m a motherfucking Viper. I am the Enforcer.
No one walks away from me and survives. Now, that never applied to women before, but Giselle isn’t some one night stand.
She isn’t one of those women who knows the rules. You know the ones I mean. The hard ones. Like groupies, only I ain’t a fucking rock star. I am something else.
Something darker. Forbidden. Something certain women want to use to scratch an itch when they’re tired of their staid lives.
But Giselle’s not like that. She’s a breath of fresh air. No guile, just stark honesty and she’s so in your fucking face. And yet she is still so complex. Like she has secrets and I’m dying to know what they are.
I fucking love that about her. She makes me want to dive deep, discover it all. And I will. Even if she fights me the whole time.
A sick part of me hopes she does. But another side of me, the tender one I don’t acknowledge very often, wants her to surrender willingly.
It wants her to trust me.
Fuck, what has she done to me? Since when do I care if a woman trusts me?
Never before. Only with her. Only right now.
This woman is not some piece of ass you can use and cast aside. She demands more. That’s why I tracked her gorgeous ass all the way down to the Sunshine State.
Two months apart is all I can take. It’s been long enough. I’m taking her back home.
Where she belongs.
Period. And no, I’m not going to look too closely at that, either.
“I am not driving all the way back to Jersey City with you.”
“Yes, you are, Koukla. Be quiet now and let me drive, or else,” I warn her.
“Or else what?” she snaps.
“Or else I’ll find something to stick in that mouth to make you quiet.”
She squeaks and turns her head to face the road. I want to laugh, but I quickly realize I’m an idiot because now all I can picture is her on her knees with my dick in her mouth.
I adjust my hard as fuck cock in my pants and I step on the gas pedal.
It’s gonna be a very long ride.
CHAPTER TWO-GISELLE
Bastard.
I can’t believe Angel said that. Well, that’s not exactly true.
Of course, I can believe it.
Angel is a big, sexy, tattooed giant who loves talking dirty.
It’s one of the things I like most about him. Something I never thought I would ever admit to.
If only he wasn’t talking to every woman he fucking looks at like that.
Sadness and lust war within me, but the cell phone in my pocket buzzes and I heave out a sigh.
“Whose texting you like that?” Angel asks, his thick black brows furrowed like he’s curious, bordering on annoyed.
But I don’t have it in me to play games with him. I’m not like that.
“It’s my mom.”
“Oh,” he replies. “Call her.”
“No,” I tell him, and give him a look that says he’s crazy.
“Koukla, call your mother. She might be worried about you.”
We’ve been driving for four hours, but we haven’t even made it to the top of Florida yet. This state just seems to go on forever, and I95 isn’t even packed yet.
“And tell her what? That some lunatic kidnapped me from the nail salon?”
Angel sighs and just shakes his head. Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he’s pressing a button on the complicated-looking steering wheel of the insanely hot muscle car he’s driving.
Then, he dials a familiar number. I can see it on the enormous monitor.
Oh my God.
It’s my parents’ number.
“How the fuck did you get—”
But I can’t finish that question because my mother’s voice greets me over the speakers.
“Is that you, Angel? Honey, an Angel is calling me on my phone,” she says with laughter lacing her voice.
I think she’s talking out loud maybe to my dad, but then again, she talks to herself whether or not he is there sometimes. My mom is fun like that.
I am too stunned to speak, but it appears I don’t have to. Angel does it for me.
“Hello, Mrs. Vega,” he says, and he’s smiling.
Like, he’s really fucking smiling.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him do that before. My heart constricts. It feels so full and tight all at the same time. A flurry of emotions hits me.
Sadness, regret, and a sort of mourning fills me. A requiem for lost dreams.
There’s more, too. I don’t know what it is exactly.
Maybe hope.
But that’s idiotic, and I quickly douse that ember of feeling before it can become something else.
Something deadly.
You are so fucking pitiful, Sisi. You know that?
But I ignore my bitch of an inner voice, and I tune into the conversation between my cheating ex whatever and my mother.
“Now, what did I tell you before? If my handsome new almost son-in-law is going to call me anything, it’s going to be Mom,” she says in a sing-song voice.
“What?” I gasp before Angel can answer.
He’s grinning at me now, and I want to hit him.
“Mom, he’s not gonna call you that! What did you do?” I shout and mouth the last part to him.
But he doesn’t bother answering me. Of course, he doesn’t.
Fucker.
“Sisi, are you back in Jersey? I want you to check on Resa, she’s been having trouble with her RA at school,” she says.
“Okay, Mom, I will call her. But we’re not in Jersey yet.”
“What? Why not?” Mom asks.
“Sorry, that’s my fault,” Angel says. “I thought a tour of the coast might be nice. But don't you worry, Mrs. Vega, I'm a good driver.”
“Oh, a road trip. How romantic! And I'm sure you are a very good driver, Angel. I know you'll take care of our baby. And if you won’t call me Mom, I insist you call me Delia, okay?”
“Oh my God! Mom, what are you doing?”
“What am I doing? Oh, you mean talking to your fiancé, even though you never told me you had one? Really, Sisi, Daddy and I are kind of miffed about that. He’s at the golf club now, but he is expecting a phone call from you later, young lady.”
“What? I am not engaged—” I try to explain.
“Oh, I gotta go. That’s the doorbell. Bye, kids. Call us later!”
Mom hangs up before I can correct her gross misinterpretation of mine and Angel’s relationship.
This prick.
How could he do this to me? I mean lying to my parents about a relationship is one thing, but saying we are engaged? It just cuts way too close to the real issue. And that’s that Angel is not serious about me at all.
And I want him to be. Isn’t that the real problem?
I turn my body to face him, and he’s not even looking at me. I am so mad right now, I could scream.
But I don’t want him to crash, so instead, I settle for pinching him on the bicep. It’s difficult since he has zero body fat, but I get a nice piece of skin between my nails, and I turn it hard.
“Ouch! What the hell, Koukla?”
“First of all, I call bullshit. You don’t even have any fat for me to pinch,” I grumble, and I know I am being ridiculous, but whatever.
“Yeah, well, pinching skin hurts, too,” he replies, rubbing the spot, and I am momentarily mollified.
“Damn, if you want to get kinky with me, you just gotta ask, Little Doll,” he says, turning it into a joke.
And I am mad all over again.
“Why did you tell my parents we’re engaged?” I cut to the chase.
“Don't be dumb, Sisi,” he says.
I huff, crossing my arms and waiting for more of an explanation. Angel’s cerulean gaze flashes at me before he exhales and nods his head.
“Be reasonable, Koukla. How else was I supposed to get your mother to give me your suitcase? I couldn't just say Hey, Mrs. Vega, Can I have your daughter’s things? We like to fuck sometimes, so I know she won’t mind. Somehow, I don’t think that would have gone over very well.”
Asshole.
Of course, he is right. But what the heck kind of explanation is that, anyway?
“First off, we are not fuck buddies,” I tell him angry at his description of our former relationship.
We like to fuck sometimes.
I mean, even if that’s true, fuck him for saying it so nonchalantly.
But before I can really give him a piece of my mind, Angel interrupts me.
“Finally, something we agree on, Koukla. Now, you want burgers or BBQ for lunch?”
“What?”
Is this guy serious?
How the hell can he just jump from discussing our past sexy times to food with no transition at all?
“Lunch, Sisi. What do you want to eat?”
“I’m not hungry,” I reply, but my stomach growls, and he just gives me a duh look.
“Fine. I don’t care. Either,” I say.
Now I’m pissed off and hungry.
“Giselle,” he says my full name, and it’s like a command.
I swear I feel it all the way to my core. But I refuse to give Angel that kind of power, so I ignore the feeling and continue with my mulish behavior. Crossing my arms, I shrug.
“I really don’t care,” I say.
Now, he pulls over to the shoulder. His unwavering stare on my face. I try to hold out. I really do.
But three minutes of that stare is all I can stand.
“Fine! BBQ,” I grumble, and he grins.
The prick.
“Good Girl,” Angel praises me for answering him, and again, my core twitches with need.
CHAPTER THREE-GISELLE
This man is completely out of my realm of experience. He is over the top in ways I have no idea what to do with. But there is one thing I can’t lie to myself about, and that is the fact that I still want him.
God help me, I really do.
“Wait for me,” he says after pulling into an empty spot outside what looks like an honest to God shack in Jacksonville.
Yah, we are still in fucking Florida. This state just never ends.
There’s a statue of a pink piglet outside of the wooden structure that looks like it will fall down if a strong wind hits it the right way.
The pig is cute, wearing an apron with a spatula in his hand, but I can’t help but think it’s a little morbid considering he’s cooking a rack of spareribs.
The delicious scent of smoky barbecue reaches my nostrils and my stomach growls again just as Angel opens the passenger door.
“Let’s get you fed, Little Doll.”
He holds out his inked up hand to me, and I take it, trying to ignore the sizzle that shoots up my spine from the seemingly platonic touch.
Of course, his words have a different meaning. I recall him saying the same thing once, but he was talking about feeding his dick to my pussy.
I squeeze my thighs together and clear my throat when I catch him watching me. I might be a lot of things, but one thing I am not is a good liar.
Angel smirks, and it’s like that bastard can feel my need for him. I pull my hand from his grip and walk ahead of him to the window so I can order my own lunch.
After I am done telling the cashier what I want, I go to pay, but Angel slaps a credit card down before I can.
How I didn’t feel his presence looming behind me, I don’t know.
“Triple that order, pal, and put it on this,” Angel says, and his voice sounds deep and serious.
Maybe even annoyed. I grin to myself. It’s a small victory, but I’ll take it.
I walk away from where Angel is still waiting for his credit card and find a table close by so we can hear when the food is ready.
His pale blue eyes look hard as he takes the seat across from me.
“I’m only going to say this once, Sisi. When you’re with me, I pay, understand?”
Ooh.
I guess I hit a nerve. And I’m not going to pretend I don’t like seeing him riled up, because I do.
So, I narrow my eyes, and I reach into my pocket, pulling out a twenty. I drop it on the table.
“Hate to break it to you, but I have a job, and I have my own money. I don’t need any man to pay my way. Especially not one I’m through with,” I tell him.
Angel leans over the table, and I swear his chest is rumbling like he’s some kind of wild animal.
My breath hitches in my throat as he takes my chin in hand, forcing my eyes to remain on his.
I feel hunted.
Stalked.
And the moisture in my panties is telling me it’s not all bad being the object of a man’s attention. That man in particular.
But I can’t give in. I won’t. Angel is a player and I’m through with getting my heart stomped on.
So, I grit my jaw and refuse to take the bait.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Koukla. I’m not any man. I’m Angel fucking Fury and we ain’t through until I say so, Little Doll.”
He picks up the twenty and looks down my body before stuffing it back in my pocket with his free hand. I hold his stare when the tips of his fingers press close to my aching sex.
Angel hums deep in his throat. And fuck me, pretending it doesn’t have an effect is taking all my concentration.
Someone calls out our order number and Angel grunts and lets go of my chin, satisfied he had the last word, I guess.
I close my eyes and suck in a breath. The spicy notes of his aftershave fill my nostrils, and I swear my pussy clenches at memories of his scent on my skin.
I don’t know why he’s doing this or saying things like that to me, but I need to come up with some sort of plan to protect myself.
If I don’t, Angel Fury is likely to rip my heart right out of my chest. And this time, I am not so sure I’ll survive.
“Eat up. You’re gonna need your strength,” Angel says, interrupting my reverie as he drops a tray laden with heavenly scented food in front of me.
He sits down, taking a smoked chicken wing in his big tatted up hands and sticks the entire thing in his mouth, pulling out the bone clean.
Angel moans.
Fuck. Me.
CHAPTER FOUR-ANGEL
It’s about twenty hours back home and we have a long way to go. But the roads are pretty clear, and I am enjoying the company so far.
Of course, if I really wanted to, I could drive us back to the Garden State tonight.
But why do that when I can hold Little Doll in my arms instead?
I’m pondering that very thing when I make the executive decision to pull over at a Marriot dotting the highway just after midnight. Koukla is snoring softly, and I grin at how fucking cute she is.
I use my phone to book us a room, a single, and I grab her suitcase and my duffle from the car, holding both in one hand as I lift her into my arms.
Seems like a lot, but I’m a big guy. She’s tiny compared to me and holding her is easy.
Plus, I fucking like how she feels in my arms.
Her body is made for mine, and it’s all I can do to keep my dick in my pants. But the next time I fuck Giselle it’s going to be because she makes the first move.
I know I did something to send her running, and I’m not sure what exactly. My little Koukla has this wrong idea in her head that I cheated on her with another woman.
I’m not saying I never had more than one woman at a time. Because that’s not true.
But I never cheated.
I was never involved with anyone like that. Never had a woman I called mine before.
How could I cheat on someone if I was still single? The answer is simple. I couldn’t. And I didn’t.
But with Giselle, things are different.
I don’t feel single. I feel like hers. But the stubborn ass woman won’t take the hint. I need to convince her of the truth.
I’m hers and she is mine.
My cock is rock fucking hard by the time I walk us to our room and use my phone to unlock the door.
I drop the bags and move to the bed, laying her down on top of the blankets.
She hums and turns towards me, and I can’t help myself, I drop a kiss on her soft lips.
“Mmm, Angel?” she murmurs, and I grin.
“Yeah, Koukla. It’s me,” I whisper, brushing her wild curls from her face and cupping her cheeks.
“We home?”
The question hits me right in the chest.
Are we home?
I wish I could say yes, and that’s a first. I’ve never taken a woman home with me. But I want to now. With Giselle.
Only Giselle.
I kiss her again softly and manage to answer her.
My whispered not yet falls on deaf ears and I gently pull the blanket out from under her and cover her with it.
I hurriedly check the room, securing the locks and making sure all is well before crawling in next to her.
