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A/N -Hey guys! Some, if not most of you came here from Wattpad to read or reread Chris and Anthony's book, well its finally here again!
Thank you for being patient, my life has been ridiculously busy.
The version of the book i had saved was not the edited version i had on wattpad, it’s disappointing because i took a lot of time editing it and fixing any errors there was, but what can you do. I’m just glad i had it backed up in the first place!
I dont have an original copy of the cover besides a screen shot, so it might not be the best quality either.
For those who are new, this is book #2 of the series, but book #1 of the bdsm genre. This is a book between two men, and will involve mature scenes. If youre uncomfortable with this (smut), please do not read or report and let everyone enjoy.
Anyways, the entire book will be released at once. ❤️
"Hey! What time are you off?" Mel asked.
Her actual name is Melissa, but it's too long so I just go with Mel. Some call me lazy, (Mel, for instance.) but abbreviations are just better sometimes. Tell me I'm wrong.
I looked down at my phone resting behind the bar. "Right about...Now." I grinned, reading that it was finally nine o'clock.
"Ugh, you're lucky you don't have to deal with the assholes tonight." She rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Don't even complain! You know tips are fucking amazing on Saturday's. I'm jealous, you lucky bitch." I sighed.
My boss has been giving me day shifts lately. While it's calm, nothing compares to the tips you get during the weekend rush. Rent in L.A isn't cheap. I need all the money I can get. This last month I've only had money for rent and a few groceries. I might have to think about getting a second job if these shift's don't pick up soon. It's not that I'm bad at my job. My boss, (even though he doesn't say it out loud) likes having as many woman working as possible. They apparently bring in more customers than us men do I guess. Sexist dickhead.
"Mm, well if you want you can take my shift and I can just go home?" She looked up at me with so much hope.
"Fuck that! I've got Netflix and chill calling my name." I smirked.
"Ooh, hot date?"
"No, I wish." I sighed.
"What about what's her name... Brittany?" Mel questioned as she began cutting up lemon slices.
"Beth. And no. She literally asked me to fart on her." I winced. "Let's just say there will be no second date." Who the fuck asks that? Apparently it turned her on and I just... God, I thought I had some weird sexual fantasies but nothing like that. That's just weird. Farts are gross. They smell bad and there's just nothing that should remotely turn you on about a fart.
"You're always getting the crazy ones, I swear." She laughed hysterically.
"Like the one who kept licking your hair like she was some kind of cat. Man, that bitch was nuts." My other friend Rylan and lovely coworker said, patting my shoulder.
This time Mel clutched her stomach, dropping her head on the counter of the bar because she was laughing so hard.
"Ha, ha. Your so hilarious you guys should get an award." (Not) I rolled my eyes. "Have fun with everything tonight. Oh and you've got a lemon in your hair." I grabbed one off the counter and flicked it at her. "Byeee." I winked and twiddled my fingers at her. In return, she glared and gave me the finger. Ah, I love Mel. (In a mostly platonic way.) Too bad she's into chicks.
I went to the back to grab my jacket and made my way to my car. I plugged in my phone and blasted the music, speeding out of the parking lot.
"Don't honk at me, asshole!" I honked back, giving the guy the finger. Yeah, I might have ran a yellow a little late, but it's yellow! Everyone knows it means grab your Holy shit handle and speed up, not slow down, moron!
Fucking prick.
I swerved in and out of traffic, avoiding the slow ass grandpa's going two fuckin miles per hour.
"The speed limits forty five! Not ten!" I honked,
giving yet another person the finger out the window.
...I may have a bit of road rage.
I sped into the parking lot of the grocery store, parked and got out. I'm little sideways, but there's plenty of room around me. I shrugged and walked inside, shoving my keys into my pocket.
I grabbed a basket, filling it with a few produce items. Yeah, sometimes the veggies don't get eaten, but at least I look healthy buying them. No one needs to know half of them go to waste.
I'm more of a fruit person. Give me a pack of strawberries, they'll be gone in one sitting.
I threw a few other things in and was just about to leave until I remembered I wanted some cereal. I can not live without my Reece puffs. I thank god every day for creating the masterpiece of all cereals.
I sauntered into the aisle with my eyes on the prize. It was right there. Right in front of me.
Curse my mother for only making me five foot four. Yes, I'm short, but I'm a feisty son of a bìtch.
The only Reese's on the shelf were at the very, very top. Like thank you grocery store people for thinking about us short people. We all appreciate you so much.
I groaned, setting my basket down beside me and began stepping up onto the bottom shelf.
"Come to daddy." I said, feeling my mouth water. They're so close.
"Oh come on!" I whined, reaching up a little higher. I wrapped my fingers around the lip of the top shelf. Okay this is ridiculous. I don't care who the hell is watching me right now. I will climb this whole thing if I need to. Being spiderman would really come in handy right now. That way I could just spidey-web the shit out of the cereal instead of climbing up this godforsaken shelf! Ugh!
I stepped up on the next shelf up, now a good foot from the floor. "Aha! I got you! -- Oh fuck!" I shreaked.
The shelf my hand was conveniently on came loose. Everything happened so fast. The shelf came tumbling down along with me. Yes, me. I yelped as I continued flying backwards, waiting for the blow that never came. I watched with wide eyes at the dozens of cereal boxes that came crashing down.
But what really caught my attention was the two hands wrapped around my stomach, and the solid chest pressed against my back. I tried to squirm, but my feet were still in their place on the shelf. No part of me was currently touching the ground. Kind of like a trust fall or something, except in a really... really weird position?
This person smelled good. Like sex on a stick (Can that be a thing?). A sharp, spicy scent with an under tone of something kind of like eucalyptus. It did not smell cheap, that's for sure. It was earthy, spicy and delicious.
I dropped my feet to the ground, turning in this person's arms. Their arms were still wrapped around my body tightly, except now I was face to face with my saviour.
A man.
A very, very, very attractive man.
Holy cornflakes is he ever beautiful.
Did I forget to say a man?!
"Um, I-I, thank you?" My awkward laugh made me internally roll my eyes at myself. I sounded like fucking Peter Griffin from family guy. It wasn't attractive. I don't know why I want him to feel that way about me. To think that I'm attractive. What a strange thought.
"You look a little flustered, kitten." He stated with an amused grin.
I lifted my chin to look at this six foot giant standing in front of me. His deep green eyes lured me in. His impeccable suit, his perfectly styled hair was dark, short and faded like he just came from the barber's. He was reeking power and dominance.
I tried to give a snarky remark, but my mouth went as dry as a flower that hasn't been watered in a month. It's a perfect anatomy - oops, analogy; Because I feel like one touch from him could make me crumble. This guy's hand ran up my side, moving to my cheek then gently brushed my blond hair out of my face and behind my ear.
The back of his fingers ran over my cheek again before he pulled away. I took a step back out of instinct and ended up stepping on a cereal box, popping the bag with a loud explosion sound. I jumped up, squeaking un-manly like in surprise.
Why am I so embarassing?
I covered my face in my hands, trying to drown myself of embarrassment. Maybe if I just crawl under all these boxes everyone will forget I'm even here.
I'll tell Will (My best friend in this entire universe) that when I die, I want to be buried with boxes of Reece puffs. I'll have to tell him to put one in the casket with me in case I get hungry in hell. Which is probabably where I'm going. I don't know why, I just have a feeling.
"Are you just going to stand there and hide your face like that all night?" The man asked.
I peeked through my fingers, looking at him with one eye. "Yes. Or you could kill me now and put me out of my misery?" I suggested.
He let out a deep, vibrating laugh that shook me to my core. "Come on, little kitten. Grab your basket and let's go." The man said.
That's the second time he's called me kitten. Why do I like it so much? What the actual hell is going on right now?!
I stayed still; unable to move a muscle.
That is until two hands landed on my wrists, tugging my hands from my face. He gave me a pointed look, bent down beside me to reach for my basket and began walking off with it.
"Hey!" I shouted. "Don't take my food!"
I began running after him, but stopped midway through the aisle. I came here for one thing and I'm not leaving without it. Okay maybe more than one thing. A few things. But there's only one thing in this moment that I care about.
I ran back, picked up not one, but two boxes of Reece puffs holding them tightly to my chest. After everything I just went through, I deserve two boxes. I ignored the stares of the crowd that began to form and went off to find the asshole who stole my groceries.
I walked up four aisle's before I finally saw the man filling up a basket of his own, with mine still comfortably in his hands.
"Hey!" I shouted again.
The man turned in literal slow motion, giving me an erotic, almost alluring grin. If I was a chick I think my panties would be wet.
"I think you have something that belongs to me."
I glared, moving my eyes down to my basket in his hands.
"Oh, you mean this?" He asked, lifting the basket up, swaying it from side to side.
I reached out for it, but he quickly moved it out from my reach.
"I will give it to you under one condition." He said. "Actually, make that two."
I hugged my cereal closer to my chest, in hopes It'll protect me from this man's enticing demeanor. "What?" I glared.
"First of all, I would like you to learn some manners. Didn't your mother ever teach you your please and thank you's? He asked.
"No one ever said you had to listen to your mother." I challenged back with a smirk.
"Interesting. It looks like you need to be taught then." The man said, taking a step closer to me.
Instinctively, I took a step back. I kept going until my back hit the shelf behind me. Thankfully nothing else came falling down. Although, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if that jar decided to knock me out and get me away from this daunting man.
This guy just seems to do whatever the hell he wants. He followed me until he was just a few inches away. His thumb and index finger gripped my chin, lifting it so I could look him in the eyes.
"Now. Do you have something you would like to say to me?" He asked in a strangely calm demeanor, which is almost more frightening.
"Hm?"
"T-Thank you for saving me and can I P-Please have my basket back?" I responded compliantly.
"There, that wasn't so hard. Was it." He said, turning my head from side to side as if evaluating me. His piercing eyes make me feel like I'm under a magnifying glass. He can see everything.
"Mhm." I mumbled, in a trance.
He removed his hand from my face. I shook my head a couple times, trying to clear the fog from my vision. The man I still don't know the name of, turned back to the shelf opposite and began grocery shopping again.
"W-Wasn't there a second thing?" I questioned meekly.
"Oh, yes." He turned back around. "I want your phone number." He said casually, placing a jar of peanut butter in his basket.
He didn't even ask if he could have it! I-I don't even like men! "Okay." I responded.
Okay? Okay?! Shit. There's no turning back now.
He held out his hand without another word. I put two and two together, setting my cellphone in his palm. He set the baskets down, glancing up at me.
"Password?"
"PickleBunnyPear123. Capital P's and capital B." I flushed brightly as he glanced up at me with interest.
"Don't judge me! I made it when I was like eight!" Nothing can save me now. I'm doomed for a life of embarassment and humiliation.
He took his phone out while looking at mine, then gave me my phone back a few seconds later.
"Alright, little kitten. I'll be speaking with you soon." He winked and walked off without another word.
