"Mmm," I murmured as Sean gripped my hips, pulling them against his. He slipped his cold fingers beneath my blouse and I shivered as they slid up my spine.
"Hang on, at least let me get the door open." I said, pulling my lips away from his and pushing him back a couple of inches.
He didn't seem to take the hint, and his hands continued moving over my body. I somehow managed to twist around and slide the key into the lock. We tumbled through the front door of my uncle's house and I turned back to Sean who was hastily unbuttoning his coat.
I smirked, he didn't waste any time did he? Tossing my wet hair over one shoulder I walked further into the house.
"Next time when it starts raining maybe we can get inside a little faster, eh?" He mumbled as he followed me toward the lounge room.
"We'll see," I said as I sat on the sofa and started unzipping my boots. I had barely managed to pull them off when Sean began kissing me again. My eyes fluttered closed as he pushed me down onto the cushions and lowered his body over mine. His lips crushed mine and his tongue darted out to coax my mouth to open for him. I parted my lips with a soft sigh.
Sean's fingers made quick work of the buttons on my blouse and he groaned when his fingers brushed against my bare breasts. His other hand slid down my leg and began pushing my skirt up. The fabric gathered at my waist and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, arching into him when he pushed his hips into mine.
I moaned and heard someone clear their throat.
Vinnie's face popped into my head and I groaned. Really? Couldn't he see that we were busy?
Almost as if he was answering my question he cleared his throat again.
Sean pulled back and my eyes opened. "Ignore him," I whispered "it's just one of Uncle Michael's security guys. He'll leave in a minute."
Sean looked across the room and shook his head. "I don't think so Hayden."
Groaning I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked over my shoulder to where the man was sitting. It was very dark in the lounge room and all I could see of him was the glimmer of his switchblade as he flicked it open and closed.
A silent threat, how very original of him.
Sean jumped up and I sat up, pulling my blouse together so as not to give Vinnie a free show.
It was silent as the three of us sat there staring at each other. Just when I had had just about enough, a gust of wind blew the curtains apart and the moonlight illuminated the man's face. My eyes moved from his strong jaw, to his full lips, to his prominent cheekbones and slightly crooked nose. I didn't even need to see the icy stare he had undoubtedly turned on Sean to know that it wasn't Vinnie.
No, it was none other than GageMontenegro.
I looked back at Sean and noticed that his face had paled considerably since he'd seen Gage's hard eyes.
"Hayden, I think it would be best if I left." He stammered.
"Yes that would be wise." Gage's gruff voice replied, as though Sean was speaking to him.
Nodding, Sean tripped over his own feet as he ran from the room and seconds later I heard the front door slam.
Blowing out an annoyed breath I stood up, forgetting that my blouse was still unbuttoned, and began walking out of the room.
Halfway up the stairs I felt his presence behind me. Spinning around, I flinched when I realized that he was closer than I'd thought. Quickly composing myself I glared at him.
"Way to kill the mood. I mean couldn't you have waited ten minutes?"
He didn't respond and I rolled my eyes.
Yeah, he definitely had tall, dark and creepy down pat.
"Look Michael isn't here and I'm not in the mood to deal with you. You know where the door is; don't let it hit you on the way out." I said.
With that I turned around and continued walking up the stairs to my bedroom. It wasn't until my hand was on the doorknob that I realized that he was still following me. My hands clenched into fists as I turned around.
"What the hell do you wantMontenegro?" I snarled.
"There's no need to be hostile." He replied coolly.
"What. Do. You. Want?" I repeated, digging my nails into my palms to keep from digging them into his face.
His eyes slid over my body, lingering on my open blouse before meeting mine. There was no misinterpreting the heated look in his eyes.
I automatically pulled my blouse together and stepped back.
We weren't going there again.
"You're too good for him, Haydie."
"Don't call me that." I said warningly.
"Did you see how fast he left? What if I was planning to hurt you? He didn't even-"
"Shut up." I hissed. "You don't get a say in my life anymore. And you know what? I could do a whole lot worse than Sean. At least with him I know there's no hidden agenda, all he cares about is the sex."
His jaw clenched and I knew that I'd touched a nerve.
He deserved far worse after what he'd done to me.
"Hayden," he said softly.
I shook my head, "just leave, please."
"I can't. Your father-"
"I'll call my father tomorrow."
He shook his head, "Giovanni asked me to bring you home."
He held out his hand in a gesture so familiar that I could immediately feel the telltale burn at the back of my eyes. I knew that I had to get away from him before I started crying. But before I could move I heard the front door open and Uncle Michael call my name as he came up the stairs. When Gage turned to greet him I darted into my bedroom and locked the door behind me.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sat at the window seat, curling my legs beneath me.
It had been five years, why was Gage still able to get under my skin like this? He'd gotten what he wanted so why couldn't he just move on with his life and leave me alone?
A/N: So this is just something reliving the future and I have been working on. What do you think? Should we continue it or not?
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