Her hands came down onto my head and she ran her fingers through my hair as she lifted her ass off the bed slightly so she could push herself into my hand. “Morning. What havoc are you gonna cause today?”
I shifted so I could brush my lips over hers. “Funny,” I whispered, and then more loudly, “I thought I’d start my day off with my tongue in your pussy. Yeah?”
She pushed her pussy up again, and pulled my hair. “I’d say that’s the best way for a woman to wake up.”
I nodded, and began making my way down her body. My tongue had just entered her when a loud knock on the front door sounded. I ignored it and began swirling my tongue inside her, but the knocking continued and grew louder, more insistent.
I pushed up off the bed. “Motherfucker!” I yelled, and then said to Carla, “You stay there. I’m gonna get rid of whoever the fuck it is and be right back to eat you.”
She grinned at me from hooded eyes, and flicked her hands at me. “Go. Hurry the fuck back though.”
I stalked to the front door and ripped it open with a, “What the fuck do you want?”
My eyes hurt at the sight in front of me. My fucking ex fiancé. She raised her brows and let her gaze roam over my body. My naked body with my dick erect. “Do you always answer the door like that these days, Havoc?”
“Only when I’m interrupted in the middle of eating pussy. What the hell are you doing here?”
“I came to see if you were okay because I heard your Dad was in hospital.” She took a step forward in an effort to enter the house.
I placed my hand firmly on her shoulder and halted her. “Don’t take another step. And don’t give me that fuckin’ bullshit. You could care less about my Dad.”
She appeared upset at my words, but I knew her better than that. Kelly was good at acting; hell she’d acted her way through our fucking relationship. “God, you can be so mean. And distrustful. I do care about your Dad.”
“I’m distrustful because you made me that way. And the only thing you care about my father is that when he dies, I’ll inherit half of his fuckin’ money.”
The air was tense around us as we battled. I was under no illusion here; she was going in to battle hard. Kelly was a money hungry bitch, and she had her eye on my inheritance. No fucking way was I falling for her lies again.
We were interrupted by Carla who appeared next to me. I eyed her; she was dressed and looked like she was leaving. I frowned at her. “What are you doing, babe?”
She looked from me to Kelly, and back to me. “I’m going to leave you to it. Looks like you’ve got stuff to take care of here.”
“Fuck no. Kelly was just leaving,” I said. Carla leaving was the last thing I wanted; my dick needed her attention.
And then Kelly did what she did fucking best; she acted her way to fooling Carla into thinking there was shit going on where there actually wasn’t. She rubbed her hand up my arm, and purred, “Thanks for understanding. Havoc and I have a lot of things to discuss and work out so it means a lot to me that you’re leaving us to do that.”
Carla’s gaze latched onto Kelly’s hand on my arm, and she pushed past us to leave. “See you, Havoc.”
“Babe, how you gonna get home? You don’t have your car here.”
“I’ll catch a bus, no worries,” she threw over her shoulder and kept walking.
I let her go. As much as I wanted her to stay so I could get my hard on taken care of, I didn’t have the patience to deal with female drama, and I could sense it here. I’d rather take care of myself than deal with bullshit from a woman. But first, I needed to set Kelly straight.
I directed my attention back to her. “Let me make something clear,” I barked at her, “The day you fucked me over was the day my dick decided not to dance with you again. You need to take your bony ass home and never fuckin’ set foot near me again. Whatever you think is gonna happen between us, isn’t.”
“But - ”
I cut her off. “But fuckin’ nothing, Kelly. You had your shot at me and you fucked it. Now fuck off before I do something I’ll regret.” My tone was feral; she brought out the worst in me and I was helpless to control it. I slammed the door in her face and stalked back into the house. When I hit the kitchen, I punched my fist down onto the kitchen bench.
“Fuck!” I bellowed to the empty room. “Fuck!”
***
Four hours later, I was roaming around Dad’s house at a loss. I couldn’t fucking get Carla out of my head.
Jesus.
Not since Kelly had a woman consumed my thoughts like she did. In honesty, she consumed my thoughts more. I didn’t want this, but I had to see her. My sanity was at risk if I didn’t.
I called her, and was surprised she answered on the second ring. “What do you want, Havoc?” She sounded resigned, defeated.
“What’s wrong?” Even my concern for her was a foreign feeling to me, but I couldn’t stop the words falling out of my mouth.
“I’m at work and I’m having a shitty day with my boss. And you and I really need to stop whatever this is. You obviously have something going on with that other woman and I’m not interested in getting between that.”