can deal with Brighton tomorrow. He's the real threat in my life. He's threatening to knock me emotionally off balance yet again and I can't let that happen.
I turn and face the dreaded three flights of stairs. I look down at my heels. "Hell, no." I laugh to myself as I slip them off and slowly pull my weary body up each step one at a time.
My phone rings as I near the top step. "Hello," I whisper into it, not wanting to wake any of my neighbors. Neighbors is a word that encompasses a friendly, helpful spirit. I should really call them frenemies. Any time I have my television or music playing beyond a hum, someone is pounding on my door telling me to "turn down the racket." It's home though and after my encounter with Brighton, it's the only place I want to be.
"Alexa." My name is clipped as it flows through the line. "I've been trying to reach you all day."
"I'm sorry, mom." I sigh heavily. "I've been busy."
"I just called to wish you a happy birthday." There's no emotion in the words. She may as well be reading her grocery list to me.
"Sure," I snap back, the phone precariously balancing between my ear and my shoulder while I once again search for my keys. Why the hell did I dump them back in my bag after I opened the lobby door? "I need to go."
"Come over this weekend." It's a direct command, not a request. "I have a gift for you."
"I'll be there Sunday," I say into the phone. "Love you." It's an offering that is expected, not necessarily voluntarily. I love her. I do. It's just not words that have ever held a place within my family. We understand the sentiment is there, we don't often express it.
"Sunday, it is." There's a long, hesitant pause. "Me too."
I shake my head as I toss my phone back into my bag, my eyes desperately searching for my keys. I wish the super would have replaced at least one of the three burnt out light bulbs that illuminate this long narrow space. I wish I could clap my hands and my door would pop open.
"There you are…" my voice trails as I feel the cold metal in my palm just as a large, strong hand wraps itself firmly around my waist.
Chapter 15
"Don’t scream." His deep voice growls into my ear. "Open the door."
I push back into him. I can't believe he's here. "Why are you here?"
"Open the door, Alexa." His lips curve into a smile against my neck. "I'm going to fuck you."
I almost moan from the promise. "Noah."
"If you don't open the door, I'll fuck you right here in the hallway."
I push the key into the lock with a shaking hand. He reaches around me to grab the doorknob. He twists it and we fly into the room together, the door swinging shut behind us.
He slides us both towards the wall, his massive frame guiding me with little resistance. I try desperately to spin around to look at him, but he's too big, too strong.
His hands roam across my dress looking for an opening. I scream when he rips the bodice apart, the fabric no match for his fists. He cups both my bare breasts and races his thumbs across my already swollen nipples. "I saw you," he hisses into my ear. "I saw the way your tits bounced when you danced."
My breath hitches at the confession. He saw me at Axel? He was there? I'd only danced briefly with Kayla in a corner when she played a song on her phone because we were both so bored. "You were there?"
His left hand falls to my thigh, his short nails tracing a path along the flesh. "You move your hips like you're slowly fucking when you dance."
I moan as his fingers skirt over the silk of my panties. "Noah, please."
"I kept thinking about how wet you were. How fucking wet you get." I groan as his hand dips into the back of my panties before he deftly pulls them into his fist and snaps them apart. "You're dripping wet right now. I know you are."
I whimper. I can't form any sort of coherent response. My body is literally aching for his. I reach back, clawing at his jeans, wanting to free his beautiful cock.
He twists me around swiftly, his hand around
I turn and face the dreaded three flights of stairs. I look down at my heels. "Hell, no." I laugh to myself as I slip them off and slowly pull my weary body up each step one at a time.
My phone rings as I near the top step. "Hello," I whisper into it, not wanting to wake any of my neighbors. Neighbors is a word that encompasses a friendly, helpful spirit. I should really call them frenemies. Any time I have my television or music playing beyond a hum, someone is pounding on my door telling me to "turn down the racket." It's home though and after my encounter with Brighton, it's the only place I want to be.
"Alexa." My name is clipped as it flows through the line. "I've been trying to reach you all day."
"I'm sorry, mom." I sigh heavily. "I've been busy."
"I just called to wish you a happy birthday." There's no emotion in the words. She may as well be reading her grocery list to me.
"Sure," I snap back, the phone precariously balancing between my ear and my shoulder while I once again search for my keys. Why the hell did I dump them back in my bag after I opened the lobby door? "I need to go."
"Come over this weekend." It's a direct command, not a request. "I have a gift for you."
"I'll be there Sunday," I say into the phone. "Love you." It's an offering that is expected, not necessarily voluntarily. I love her. I do. It's just not words that have ever held a place within my family. We understand the sentiment is there, we don't often express it.
"Sunday, it is." There's a long, hesitant pause. "Me too."
I shake my head as I toss my phone back into my bag, my eyes desperately searching for my keys. I wish the super would have replaced at least one of the three burnt out light bulbs that illuminate this long narrow space. I wish I could clap my hands and my door would pop open.
"There you are…" my voice trails as I feel the cold metal in my palm just as a large, strong hand wraps itself firmly around my waist.
Chapter 15
"Don’t scream." His deep voice growls into my ear. "Open the door."
I push back into him. I can't believe he's here. "Why are you here?"
"Open the door, Alexa." His lips curve into a smile against my neck. "I'm going to fuck you."
I almost moan from the promise. "Noah."
"If you don't open the door, I'll fuck you right here in the hallway."
I push the key into the lock with a shaking hand. He reaches around me to grab the doorknob. He twists it and we fly into the room together, the door swinging shut behind us.
He slides us both towards the wall, his massive frame guiding me with little resistance. I try desperately to spin around to look at him, but he's too big, too strong.
His hands roam across my dress looking for an opening. I scream when he rips the bodice apart, the fabric no match for his fists. He cups both my bare breasts and races his thumbs across my already swollen nipples. "I saw you," he hisses into my ear. "I saw the way your tits bounced when you danced."
My breath hitches at the confession. He saw me at Axel? He was there? I'd only danced briefly with Kayla in a corner when she played a song on her phone because we were both so bored. "You were there?"
His left hand falls to my thigh, his short nails tracing a path along the flesh. "You move your hips like you're slowly fucking when you dance."
I moan as his fingers skirt over the silk of my panties. "Noah, please."
"I kept thinking about how wet you were. How fucking wet you get." I groan as his hand dips into the back of my panties before he deftly pulls them into his fist and snaps them apart. "You're dripping wet right now. I know you are."
I whimper. I can't form any sort of coherent response. My body is literally aching for his. I reach back, clawing at his jeans, wanting to free his beautiful cock.
He twists me around swiftly, his hand around
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