Chapter 111

‘Alexi!’ I squeal in hysterics, holding onto my assets and wriggling like crazy as he rights me on my feet.
He just effortlessly pulls me back to him, like I’m a weightless rag doll and yanks me back to our
couples dance position. I can barely breathe between laughing and trying to catch my breath from
being tossed around. Eyes streaming from the sudden fun of him and dress pulled half around me in
the most awkward way, that’s almost obscene. I try to right myself as we return to calm and gentle
swaying once more, buzzing from enjoying his playfulness.

I like this Alexi; he’s someone I could spend time with.

‘This better?’ He jokes in my ear, yanking my dress for me so it straightens out, and I just shake my
head at him in complete indulgence. He’s lightening the awkwardness of tender moments by adding
comedy and losing all serious Alexi with it. I hate to admit it … he looks adorable when he’s being
foolish and carefree.

‘You’re so weird.’ I giggle at him, getting another grin in return. Eyes on me intensely that seems to
burn a little too deeply into my mood.

‘Takes one to know one, London,’ he winks cheekily, and then I give off another yelp as Alexi spins me
under his arm again and pulls me back with extra force so we collide ungracefully. This time though I’m
nose to nose, and he slides both arms around my waist so I’m pulled up tight, heels leaving the floor
with his sudden capturing of me, unable to breathe with his face right in mine so instantly, as we are
now almost equal in height.

His eyes come to rest on mine and it feels like everything else in the room just fades out to a blur, he’s
all I can see; Music numbing out, so I become overly aware of his voice without shouting anymore. My
already fast pulse rate ups to dizzying levels and that faint dreamy head gets decidedly light as all I
zone in on is everything that is him. His aftershave encircling me like a seductive fog.



‘You’re so beautiful … I don’t think I ever told you that. You are, you know? I don’t think I’ve ever known
a woman who compares to you in any way.’ I hear him loud and clear over the music and my hearts
starts hammering through my chest as panic returns some of my sense. Walking onto the red zone, my
alarms start screaming on high alert through my brain painfully. Getting dangerously close to him is not
ever going to happen again and I put my hands up to separate us—swearing internally that I should
have seen this coming—every single one of my senses is wide awake and instantly sober.

He lowers me to my feet slowly, nose brushing mine softly, my breath halts in my lungs and it feels like
everything just goes deathly silent. That power he has over me knocking me mute for a moment. Alexi
moves in before I can get my head to stop spinning, breathing to calm down and regulate. In a
millisecond, as I’m trying to find the strength to peel us apart, his mouth grazes mine so softly, almost
like a breath has skimmed my skin delicately, erupting in the most heart fluttering sensations as he
leans in for an inevitable kiss.

There is a pause for a second, as though time stops and everything freezes around me. My mind, soul
and body fall about five hundred feet in a blink and I jump into extreme panic mode.

‘Alexi, don’t!’ I snap, pushing him away hard as my entire bodily organs jump out through my chest
cavity. Physically, it’s a harsh shove that I didn’t think I had in me and it separates us effectively,
shocking him with my aggressive reaction.

He looks hurt, eyebrows dive bombing and jaw tightening along with his whole posture. Eyes blazing in
the darkness, instantly wounded little boy that makes my insides stammer with confusion, staring at me
as we stand a foot apart, still surrounded by dancing women and men oblivious to us. No one is
noticing what’s going on and it’s obviously not apparent my body is self-imploding right now. My head’s
buzzing with a million thoughts and feelings, breathing hard and raging all at the same time.

‘What do I have to do, Cam?’ It’s such a random weird thing to say, and he sounds completely alien.
Voice low and dare I say it, emotional. Which can’t be—It’s ALEXI!!



His eyes are on me as though trying to pick apart my brain and then those brows lower further to that
angry look I know and despise so much. Losing all hints of who he was minutes ago, and that sadistic
face appears so unwelcomingly. It just ignites the rage that lives down in the depths of my soul,
scrambling inf rom the shocked chaos of my internal battlefield to save the day.

‘What are you talking about?’ I throw at him accusingly, confused by him, and he looks away; that jaw
tightening so much I see muscles protrude, and I can visibly see his mood plummeting to the depths of
hell in a nanosecond. Familiar is on show and getting stronger by the second, should I ever doubt the
true face of King Carrero.

So much for being softer tonight?

Just because I won’t let him kiss me?

He hasn’t changed one fucking bit.

He’s a controlling, arsey, moody fuck bucket of a man, taking a tantrum because he doesn’t get to call
the shots when it comes to me. I should have known his reaction to my refusal would be like this. I
know him, and I stupidly forgot that for one fucking night.

‘Really? You have no fucking clue? I swear to God …’ He rages at me, all snarly and the wolfish devil
making an almighty come back. His body poised and stiff, and he, much like me, looks as though he is
about to go ten rounds in a boxing ring. Except, he’s obviously a lot scarier than I am—Back to war,
back to familiar territory between us.

‘NO, I don’t! Stop being vague and fucking spit it out!’ I yell at him over the music, in complete
frustration. Anger getting the better of me too. Not caring if people nearby have stopped dancing to
watch what they assume is a domestic. They can all piss off.



‘It’s nothing—Just forget it!’ He retorts, throwing a hand through his hair in agitation, turns on his heel
and walks off in a strop without looking back. He leaves me standing on the dance floor and I just gawp
after him in complete shock. Head reeling from what just went down in the space of three minutes and
yet furious that he just stormed off like a childish little brat.

All because I said No?

He makes my blood utterly boil with the nerve of the arrogant pig-headed idiot.

‘Screw you. You fucking pig wank, shit head of a cunting fuck bucket!’ I scream after him incoherently
and storm in the opposite direction, head high and teeth gritted so fiercely I may break a crown. I’m not
chasing him; I don’t care if he’s being a juvenile idiot. I am fucking seething mad! Blood boiling in my
veins and skin itching with a furious energy.

I told him when I agreed to come back that this wasn’t happening. He and I … no touching … no sex.
No going down that path where he uses it as a weapon to control me, and I will be damned if he starts
raging at me for upholding it. He agreed. He signed a bloody written contract that had it in the small
print; just like I asked.

How fucking dare he!

I storm through the club, avoiding the route back to our group and head for the ladies’ room instead. I
need to cool down and calm my anger before I go back and sit with them, as I don’t want to be
answering questions about my obvious snarling rage. I can barely keep myself under control, let alone
hide it.

Alexi has wound me up to high-heaven and I want so badly to punch something right about now …
Preferably his face. My insides are simmering so that I’m irate and annoyed with every single person
who gets it my way as I shove and push my route to a quiet spot aggressively.



I don’t care if he starts looking for me, I need head space, and Alexi needs to give me complete alone
time. I’m pissed off, drunk and swaying around on overly high heels with venom coursing through me
that could melt his fucking face off. I hate that whenever I feel like I am softening towards him in any
tiny way he throws a spanner in the works and screws it all up. He just knows how to flip my own
psycho switch so effortlessly, and sometimes I wish I had the god damn strength to drag him into a
room, tie him to a cross and then beat him about the head with his own bloody gun. He’s an arsehole of
epic fucking proportions.

I was just starting to think this business thing could work if he just kept it platonic, and bam, a kiss.

What the fuck?

He’s drunk, yes, but it makes no difference. He didn’t want me last time, he made me crazier than hell
and destroyed me to the point I tried to shoot myself. Why does he think I would ever entertain that
again?

Idiot!

I stalk into the women’s bathroom and eyeroll at the massive queue to the cubicles, mood plummeting
more. I can’t even get close to a sink let alone a mirror and turn on my heel to find somewhere else to
mope instead. Anger and upset merging into one and I can feel that dangerous wave of tears moving
up from my stomach to my throat, threatening to engulf me. I am useless when drunk, and now I know
the inevitable is coming. Tears and tantrums and woe is me, and this couldn’t have happened in the
worst possible place—Hundreds of miles from home. I’m stuck with him until I get back there.

Damn you, Alexi!

Pushing through crowds of expensively dressed clubbers once more, even more agitated that people
keep getting in my way when I’m in no mood for it, until I find a sign for an outside smoking area and
force my way through to get to it. I feel drained, losing my warm glowing buzz from alcohol as I get into



the cool evening air and relax a little as it hits my naked arms and shoulders in my short strappy dress.
Miami is a hell of a lot warmer with more humidity than New York, and even though I’m in a very short
and low backed dress, I don’t feel cold at all. I feel relieved to have air and space and some quiet from
the thump, thump, thump of the club. It’s a distant noise out here.

I went for subtle sexy, short cowl neck dress in silver sparkles with a dropped back to just above my
arse, leaving nothing much to the imagination for once. I wanted to show off, be seductive and glam
and show all my assets in one go. I wonder if deep down I was deliberately trying to entice him and
punish him a little from afar. He never reacted to my shows of legs, cleavage or such before. Maybe I
deliberately dressed this way to get a rise out of him, and look how it backfired. Games and Alexi never
bode well.

Now I’m out here though, with the gentle breeze blowing into the open back of my dress, it’s making
me feel exposed. Loss of my angry escort and I am suddenly a pathetic vulnerable half naked girl.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I move to stand in a space out in the roofed area, near the fence which acts as a blockade for people
trying to get in the club this way, and gaze out onto the shoreline in the far distance. This club is
practically beachfront in a very pricey part of Miami. Alexi knows how to pick venues anyway, and I
guess this is a hint that Carreros, even those on security detail wages, are pretty loaded. None of them
blinked an eye about coming here and I have seen them all paying for their own drinks all night. I guess
all Carreros are rich, even the lower levelled henchmen.

Must be nice to come from money.

I have never been to Miami before, so this should have been an exciting new adventure instead of
standing out here hating on that arsehole yet again.



He knows just how to make me crazy.

‘You got a light?’ A surprise male voice precedes a tap on my shoulder and startled, I turn to see a man
in his mid-thirties smiling at me, while standing a little too close for comfort. An average Joe with blonde
hair and blue eyes, but he’s dressed in head to toe Versace, so I assume another rich patron of the
club. It’s full of them. I have zero interest.

‘Sorry no. I don’t smoke.’ I smile politely, cool toned and turn back to gazing at the view, but he doesn’t
seem to be having it. Missing my fuck off and leave me alone vibes completely.

‘Beautiful night isn’t it?’ He interjects, pushing his cigarette into the top pocket of his jacket, and moves
to stand beside me instead. I just sigh with the intrusion, hating that no matter what I do, men always
feel like it’s their right to bother me. Temper is already simmering like a volcano about to have an all-out
eruption, and now I have to deal with a come-on.

FUCK MEN!

‘Yeah, gorgeous. I better get back to my boyfriend.’ I answer with a completely flat tone, making it
obvious I have no desire to converse, and avoid all eye contact with him. I turn to move hoping the age-
old boyfriend statement will get rid of him, but he follows me annoyingly.

‘I’ll walk you back in, I have to go find matches at the bar.’ He smiles overly friendly, and even though
it’s obvious he’s harmless enough it still pisses me off that he insists on trying. I get this all the time
from males. Thinking subtle NO means try harder. I can see me having to tell him to push off a little
more directly if he doesn’t.

He has that air of gentleman regardless, so I doubt he will try physically; Just more of an irritation when
I need to be left in peace. He just seems a bit dim and I walk faster to get back into the building first so
that I can walk off and leave him behind. I intend to lose him and then go somewhere else to sulk and
get some brain space to expel my rage at tosser Carrero.



Coming into the dark hall that led out here I don’t see a little lump in the carpeted floor where the seam
meets the rubber mat of the entranceway and trip over it clumsily, crashing to my knees dramatically
and painfully. Yelping in shock as pain shudders through my shins like an electric volt when I collide
with the hard floor under very thin carpet.

The guy is fast behind me, almost stumbling drunkenly into the back of me with my abrupt stop and
slides hands around under my arms to pull me to my feet. Not welcome in any way but there’s not a lot
I can do about it. Triggered by a male behind me and touching me in any way from back there.

‘Oopsy … That looked sore, you okay?’ He slurs merrily as he helps me up awkwardly in a pretty shit
attempt and almost sends me falling again. Uncoordinated hands everywhere and I try to push him off
me without drawing attention to the fact his touch is making me cringe, internally recoiling in ingrained
fear. I get back on my heels, being held onto a little too tightly as I try to disengage him still, but he
starts wiping down my knees on my behalf to remove the dust and debris from the floor.

 


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