"I told you not to run," He growled, glaring down at me.
I tried to beg but when I opened my mouth no words came out, just a whimper. He knelt down on his haunches so he was face to face with me, his gaze consuming me. Pushing a blonde lock behind...
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The envelop that housed the damning pictures was clutched tightly in my left hand while my right was holding a glass filled with ice, seltzer and vodka. I wasn't one to drink away my problems but if I hadn't poured myself a drink I'm sure my mind would have explode.
I sat atop my kitchen counter as two New York strip steaks sizzled on the skillet. A heavy aroma of the garlic and thyme filled my kitchen. The chilled glass met my parted lips while I stared down at the white envelope in my hand. The liquid spilled into my mouth and down my throat, leaving a burning trail down into my stomach. Putting down the glass, I opened up the envelope and pulled out the pictures.
I hadn't rearranged the photos from when I first looked through them earlier today so the first thing that I laid my eyes on was of me being manhandled by Nick. Flipping to the previous picture, I saw Alex standing there, looking off just to the left of the camera. It didn't look like the Alex I know, this one was cold, his eyes dark and emotionless.
The towel that I had my hair wrapped up in after my shower started to slip down making me have to put the pictures on the counter. Scooting off to he surface, I took the towel from my hair, deciding I no longer needed it to soak up the extra moisture and walked it to the bathroom. Before I had got a chance to put the towel on the towel hook I heard the lock of my door turning.
Ugh, great Declan's here now.
Shit, the pictures!
I bolted to the kitchen, praying he didn't see me. Fumbling with the pictures I quickly shoved them back in the envelope and pulled up the back of my flannel shirt, sliding the envelope down the back of my underwear . I mentally cursed at myself for my choice of clothes after my shower.
I jumped when I saw Declan standing in my kitchen doorway.
"Whatcha got there, Scars?"
"Jesus fucking Christ, Declan! Don't you know how to knock?" I scolded him, running a shaking hand through my damp hair.
He raised an eyebrow at me while his lips curled into a smirk. "I know you're hiding something. Don't make this hard on yourself." He held out his hand in a silent command for me to hand over whatever it is I had.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I grabbed my glass and took another swig. The effects of the alcohol were starting to show as I sauntered over and flipped the steaks.
"Fine." Declan sighed, walking towards me. I had no place to go in the cramped space that was my kitchen. The hot stove was to my right and Declan was in front of me within seconds, trapping me. He took my hips in his hands and pulled me to his chest. I gasped as his hands slid up under my flannel and grazed up and down my sides leaving a trail of goosebumps. My face was on fire, I'd never been touched quite like this before. Just the feeling of his fingers on me, roaming my naked torso, had caused heat to spark between my thighs.
