AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Yet here you are, showing up unannounced to my house, wanting me to fuck you.”
A cynical laugh escaped him at the now comical situation. Bianca flipped him off before swinging open the door and disappearing out into the hall, leaving it wide open.
He walked over and watched her storm down the hallway toward the elevator. Shaking his head, he focused on the door across from his apartment.
Walking across the hall, he knocked on Alana’s door. He cursed himself for spending so much time with her lately and not getting her cell phone number.
He listened at the door for any sounds of life.
Nothing.
He knocked again and waited. Most women he knew took forever getting ready. Maybe Alana was the same. It had been almost an hour since they had separated.
After no answer, he backed up and went inside his place.
What the hell?
Alana had appeared to be excited to come spend more time with him. Neither of them wanted the night to end.
What happened?
He’d never been known as a stalker, but now, London had perfected the art. He glanced out the peephole to see if he could catch a glimpse of Alana.
Not seeing any movement in the hall, he turned away from his door.
Is she avoiding me?
He wasn’t sure what he had done for her to disappear and cut him out of her life that quick. Almost a week had gone by since their all-day outing, and all he could do was think about her. He couldn’t get her out of his head.
The sound of her laughter. The way her eyes twinkled with mischief, and the way she moaned as they kissed.
Running a hand through his hair, he plopped down on the couch and snagged his laptop off the coffee table.
Today, he had decided to work from home, hoping to run into Alana. But somehow, she had managed to leave her apartment without him knowing it.
He just had to speak with her.
Maybe he would throw himself back into work. That always helped him feel better. Logging into the email system, he figured he’d start there and catch up.
A few minutes later, he leaned back and stared at the ceiling.
He couldn’t concentrate.
Had he lost his touch?
Most women were all over him, but it would appear he was just another guy to Alana. In the day they had spent together, he took notice of everything about her. She was kind, polite to everyone who crossed their path, and was just downright different from any woman he had ever dated.
His phone rang. Leaning forward, he swiped it from the table.
“What?” he answered.
“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine this morning.”
Brad was one of the top agents who worked for Primetime Sports Management. He was a good guy and a talented agent who was known to cut jaw-dropping deals for his clients.
“Just tired. Been working since early this morning,” London lied.
“Why am I not surprised? You own the company, and still put us all to shame with the hours you work.”
