The Girl He Marked

Chapter 11

Jayce‘s POV.

It doesn‘t take me long to arrive at her house, all the lights are on and I can hear other people chatting

inside.

This is a bad idea; I shouldn‘t be here.

Against my better judgment, I get out of the car and ring the doorbell. I actually feel nervous as I wait

for her to answer it.

My mind stops in its tracks as the door opens, my eyes land instantly on the thin chains attached to her

neck. I slowly take in her outfit, trying to hide my surprise at seeing her dressed in such racy attire.

“Um, hi Jayce, she mumbles, bringing my attention back up to her beautiful face,

She‘s wearing false eyelashes, emphasizing her stunning eyes. She looks so different – so sultry com

pared to her usual innocent expression,

‘I brought you your keys, you left them at work I tell her, forcing my voice to remain indifferent,

Trarely show my feelings, and this is certainly not the time for an exception

She takes the keys from me and I look at her one last time, committing that view to my memory before I

turn and go back to my car.

Thear her call out and thank me, but I force myselí not to turn around I grip the wheel as I drive away, It

wasn‘t a good idea to go to her house, but I‘m glad I did

I park at Bill‘s bar and collapse heavily onto one of the bar stools, within seconds, the bartender has

placed a glass of whiskey in front of me. Definitely a sign I drink here too much, oh well.

I really shouldn‘t have gone to her house. I can‘t believe what she was wearing, I can‘t believe how

much I wanted her. I clench my hand around the glass, releasing it just before it cracks. A large, rough

hand lands on my shoulder. I don‘t turn my head as the man sits down next to me.

‘Rixon,‘ I greet him, taking another sip of my drink.

: ‘You look like shit, he comments, chuckling at me. I turn to look him up at down. Rixon is as tall as me,

but not quite as wide. He does, however, have a lot more tattoos and scars than me, surprising really,

‘So do you.’ I smirk and nod to the bartender to bring Rixon a drink.

‘What‘s got you drinking in here? Another assignment? He asks and I down the last of the amber

liquid.

T‘ve met my mate,‘ I tell him bluntly, I glance over and he‘s staring at me with wide eyes.

‘Shit, I‘m sorry man, that‘s rough:

He rubs the back of his neck and takes a cautious sip of his drink, his worried eyes don‘t leave me

At least Rixon understands how hard this is.

‘I know, I‘ve known her a week now, it‘s just gonna get worse,‘ I grumble.

The bartender fills the glass again and I swallow the burning drink eagerly

Shit. What are you going to do?‘ He asks and I shake my head forlornly.

‘I don‘t know, what can I do?‘

‘Reject her?‘ Rixon suggests and I consider the thought for a moment.

No. I can‘t

‘I can‘t, I couldn‘t do that to her, I think she‘s been hurt enough already, I say and Rixon sighs, slapping

me on the back for some sort of masculine comfort.

‘Well, she can‘t be as fucked up as you and me mate!

He smiles half–heartedly and raises his glass, I lift mine and we clink the glasses together before

downing the whiskey,

Rixon turns to ask the bartender for more, I catch sight of the big, scarred ‘R‘ branded onto the back of

his neck, peeking above his shirt. I sigh and turn back to the bar, we really are fucked up.

Despite the subtle throbbing in the back of my head, I run for over an hour the next morning. My impro

vised route unsurprisingly takes me to Myra‘s house. I pause by the edge of the trees and ensure I‘m

suffi ciently hidden by the shrubs.

My eyes land on my gorgeous mate as she opens the back doors and steps barefoot onto the patio. I

can‘t help but growl at the delicious sight of her long legs, revealed completely by her oversized t–shirt.

I narrow my eyes at the t–shirt, it‘s definitely a guy‘s shirt, it almost hangs off her shoulders and

reaches down to her thighs.

I don‘t like it.

| avert my gaze to a tall, dark haired boy who steps onto the patio and starts dancing to the music

coming from the kitchen. He pulls Myra into his arms and asks her dance with him.

– l grind my teeth as he puts his hands on my mate‘s hips and rubs his body against hers. She‘s just Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

wearing a skimpy little thong.

Constant growls leave my mouth as I shake with anger, I watch them dance together. And all I want to

do is storm over and rip him from her.