All her life Khloe Jenkins took her humanity for granted. An unexpected death has her seeking out her close friend. She discovers from her friend about the existence of supernatural creatures living and working amongst humans. This unbelievable trut...
"Hell is something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go"
-Unknown.
"What the hell Khloe? What just happened?"
I stand up on shaky legs and slowly pat my hair "Sorry about that. I had a panic attack"
"I get that. What caused it?" Robin's voice brooks no argument.
"I don't want to talk about it, okay? I'm sorry you had to witness that"
A muscle jumps at the back of his tightly clenched jaw as he takes a step towards me. He stops with a growl when I take a step back.
"You're going to tell me what caused it. Right. Fucking. Now" He spits out.
I sigh unhappily. He's the last person I want to talk to about what happened last year.
"The only reason I'm still standing over here while you're there is because I don't know what triggered your panic attack so I don't know how to avoid another one." He growls, getting impatient.
"Look, I have to go. I'll think about your offer and get back to you about it" I pick up my purse from the couch and jog-walk to the foyer, where I slow down to look back.
He's still standing where I left him, teeth clenched, and hands in fists.
He looks completely frustrated but he doesn't try to follow me. I furrow my brows, remembering I flinched away from him earlier. He's trying to avoid that.
"I'm sorry" I say as I call the elevator. The doors open immediately, on standby. Our eyes stay locked until the elevator doors close. I blow out a breath.
Fuck.
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When I get home, it's empty. Spencer said after work she'd go to her old apartment to get the last of her things. She's moving her furniture into storage.
I sink into an armchair and think about what happened at the penthouse. Robin's offer. The way he touched me. We hadn't even kissed and yet I felt more pleasure than I've ever had.
I wasn't a virgin and I had always come during the act of sex but all that paled in comparison to what I felt when I was in Robin's arms.
What If I accepted his offer?
God I can't even imagine how pleasurable that would be but...the fact remains that he's a vampire.
He freaking bit me!
Would I always get a panic attack around him?
You didn't get a panic attack until he bit you.
It reminded me too much of the attack I had last year.
