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“You’re not coming.”
Blinking a couple of times, I go to turn my head but feel a sharp tug as he grabs a fistful of my hair, holding me in place, pressing me further into the glass. I gasp, feeling his warm breath skate across my neck.
“See…I lied to you, Summer. Not nice, is it?”
After a moment, he releases me. I stand frozen, firmly placed against the glass, watching him turn away from me. As the door opens, I feel a coldness descend over the apartment. As my shoulders sag, I turn to the front door stealing one last glimpse of his large frame cloaked in black, leaving me alone once again. I stand facing the door open-mouthed at what’s just happened.
I need to know who he is. This is fucked.
Stepping away from the window, I can’t help but turn back, looking at the only proof he was really here. As the condensation disappears, I can only see my fading handprints in the glass as the city continues below, as though nothing ever happened.
Chapter Ten
Bhodi?
Finding myself standing outside Michael Harper’s lawyer's office, I wait for Summer to finish her appointment. With his body now being released, Strode called her earlier, letting her know she could begin to make the funeral arrangements. The murder investigation isn’t going anywhere. With each lead being exhausted, it sends me right back to Harry Maine. But with no proof and it just being my gut instinct, I can do little about it right now.
The leaves scatter along the street as the wind sweeps through the city. I find myself looking around making sure he hasn’t followed Summer here. It can’t be a coincidence he’s just appeared in the city, and I know it isn’t. A man like him wouldn’t give up on someone like Summer so easily, while I’ve been cold towards her, there’s no denying that she’s devastatingly beautiful, and the more I see her, the more I want her, but that’s a line I know I could never cross. Probably because it would end badly for both of us. I’ve never been one to shy away from trouble, but with Harry still lurking, I know Summer isn’t safe.
The door to the brownstone opens, I turn as she begins to descend the stone steps. Our eyes meet and I see the flicker of curiosity as to my presence. As she nears, her loose blonde curls bounce gently with each step. Unable to pull my gaze away from her long legs, I feel the feral need to have them wrapped around my waist as I devour those soft plump lips. With my cock straining against my jeans, I shuffle slightly as I turn to face her fully.
“Is there any news on the case?” she asks eagerly with a hopeful look, but I just shake my head.
“No, I just wanted to check up on you.”
It’s not a lie. I wanted an excuse to see her again. She has a light and warmth that seems brings a glimmer to my emptiness.
Looking a little taken back, she offers a small smile, pulling her coat tighter around her.
“Oh, I’m fine, thanks. It looks like the funeral can go ahead in a week or so, so I’ll need to make a few calls.” I see the smile falter as she finishes her sentence.
“Do you want to grab a drink?” As the words leave my mouth, I inwardly kick myself for even fucking asking. But before I can shrug it off, she smiles and nods.
“I’d really like that, thanks.” Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, I see the tension leave her shoulders. “Lead the way. You know what’s around here better than me.”
Walking side by side, I see the look on her face as she takes in the views of New York. A small smile etches on her face as we pass the large buildings and hot dog stands, seeing the city through new eyes is refreshing, after living here all my life and seeing the dark side regularly of what the city has to offer it’s hard to look at it with wonder. For me, it’s rife with crime and murder daily, but Summer seems almost intrigued by her new surroundings.
Leading her into a small bar. As the door opens, the smell of cigarette smoke is pungent. Eyeing the bartender, he just shrugs. Heading to the bar, I order two jack and cokes, whilst Summer sits in a nearby booth. Scott, the bartender, gives me a knowing look as he spots Summer. He’s never seen me bring anyone here, so he’s taken back as I pass her a drink.
Taking a seat in the booth, I watch as she runs her fingers up and down the glass, lost in thought. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting those hands on my cock. Shifting once again, her eyes turn to me as she smiles.
“Thanks for this. I was going a little mad at the apartment.”
Pushing my thoughts aside, I nod taking in her lost expression.
“How so?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink.
“Oh …you know, it’s quiet.” I watch as she shuffles uncomfortably in her seat but refuses to look my way.
Deciding not to press the situation further, Summer sips her drink, gently licking her lips as she places the glass down on the table.
“Have you lived in New York long?” She asks curiously, changing the subject, but it’s not the question that causes me to stiffen in my seat.
She’s eyeing my fucking scar again.
As her eyes flick to mine, I watch as she sinks slightly. Knowing she’s been caught staring at the scar, I feel my jaw tick. Leaning in, I can’t help myself as I lower my voice.
“It’s rude to fucking stare Summer.” My eyes pierce into her sapphire blues before she looks away as the blush creeps up her cheeks.
