Hella Jealous.
1114 Words
~XANDER~
The steering wheel bore the brunt of the anger and frustration swirling in a graceful circle inside of me. I had decided to take the wheel so I would distract myself from the s****l heat that surged through my system as a result of my proximity to her earlier.
But I didn't know that I was signing up for her and Ace to be huddled up in a corner in the backseat, him whispering what I couldn't make out to her.
My knuckles were turning white but I cared less. I had to alternate my gaze between the road and the rearview mirror. God! Xander. This couldn't possibly be jealousy, was it?
Ever since I broke the news about that bastard almost raping her, Ace had gone all overprotective, even insisting that we leave early. I should have known that he wouldn't join me in the front seat, but instead perched beside Luna back there.
When I averted my gaze from the road, fixing it back on the rearview, I almost pumped my fist against the steering. He wrapped his hand around her, leaning down as though he was about to kiss her.
The anger swirled deeper, growing into those dangerous fireworks that always made me lose my wits.
"God! Xander!!" Ace shouted just as my mind snapped back to the environment and then I realized what I had done. Out of anger, I had unknowingly stepped on the brakes suddenly, throwing us forward. What's worse, I didn't even realize it.
Damn lucky I was that there was no car following directly behind me. Goodness sake!
"What's wrong, man?" Ace asked, eliciting an eye roll from me. I wasn't one for eye-rolls but at this point, I couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry," I muttered, directing my gaze at her through the rearview mirror. Good thing she was staring at me, because that apology was meant for her alone. She held my gaze, nodding slowly.
Those dewy pale green eyes...
I sighed and bit my lips, forcing my attention back to the road before I ended up killing us.
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I didn't hesitate to step out of the car immediately after I turned off the ignition, leaving the key in the hole for Ace to take care of it.
The truth was, I couldn't stomach another sight of them, huddled in a corner or him leading her out like a fragile little baby that couldn't even walk. I knew she was left under his care, but he was seriously overdoing it.
"Xander," he called after me, but I didn't so much as turn back.
"Heading inside," I called back, sauntering through the lawn and heading towards the front door. The cold evening air hit me again. I was tempted to go into the tent and relax for a bit, having the cold crisp air fill my lungs.
But that wouldn't do anything for my heated body and the anger that was already rooted in the pit of my stomach. I should have just shut the bloody up about the rape. But wouldn't that be selfish?
A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I climbed the stairs in two, my jaw clenching at the thought of not seeing those dewy pale green eyes again.
My first stop as I entered my room was my mini-bar, unbuttoning the first three buttons of my shorts while contemplating whether to just pull it off or go ahead and drink with it on. In the end, I chose the latter. I was desperate for alcoholic content since I abandoned the champagne at the country club.
Pouring myself a glass of bourbon, I poured the contents into my mouth, gulping it down immediately.
"Do you mean that..." Her soft, accented voice kept ringing in my head. That girl was a walking temptation, fully clothed.
The way she slipped past those walls I had built against romantic attachment for years, still awed me. Last night was another among many, so why did hers stick?
"Luna..." I muttered, remembering the frown on her face when I called her that.
A small smile crept across my lips. A sad smile. This is also the first time I have given a lady a pet name. I was a goner. And to think I had already committed myself by saying what I said. That which she held onto and I couldn't possibly deny.
I saw her as mine, ever since our throes of passion. But could I claim her? There were so many fingers pointing to it. My life... For starters. It wasn't designed to accommodate any romantic feeling or a girl. I knew what I was fighting, and the mission in front of me. I couldn't afford to let it mess up because of my stubborn heart.
The blaring of my ringtone snapped me out of my thoughts. I had left the phone on top of the counter before I made for the bottle of bourbon whiskey. I stared down at it immediately, my jaw tightening as I beheld the caller ID— Andy. He rarely called, unless something came up. Something regarding the mission.
I slid the green icon and placed the phone on speaker, using that opportunity to pour myself another drink.
"Alex." His voice was crisp like the evening air. He was the only one in the world who addressed me by the beginning part of my name.
"Are you home or at your condo?"
A sharp exhale tore through me. "Home."
"Be there in thirty," and the line went dead. He was a man of few words, and so was I. Well, until I met Luna. My dewdrop.
Another smile crossed my lips as I remembered her pouty lips when I deflected her question about my calling her by her given name.
"I never knew you wanted it," I muttered to myself. The first time I called her that, she acted as though she didn't like it. Now, she was craving it. Plus the stares, and the batting eyelids. Was there a chance that she was affected by our throes of passion last night like I was?
Of course, which lady wouldn't? Not to gloat or anything, but I was crazy skilled when it came to that department. But what if she was? And wanted more, which explains her question?
I smacked my lips as the bourbon I poured into my mouth burned down my throat. I needed to get my head out of the gutter. In other words, push the thought of Luna out of my head.
The only question that should be running through my mind right now was just one... What exactly was Andy's intention for visiting?
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