Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
RAVEN
Did he have plastic surgery in the last two months?
Because the man standing in front of me? Tall, his hair rough, due to him raking his fingers through it all the time, his Adam's apple, huge enough to explain his deep voice, his eyes… his dark brown eyes that are currently glowing under the sunset, his little goat beards, neatly trimmed. And his chest, chiseled abs, and his waist. Damn.. He is…
No!
No!
No! I don’t find him attractive. No!
Men are scum!
Remember, Rave! Remember what you went through.
I am only like this because of Jade having s*x on the phone and because I haven't had s*x in like 3 years now.
You don’t find him attractive.
“Bird? Are you hot? Do you need water?” His deep voice yanked me back to my senses as he handed me a bottle of water that he had in his hands.
“What did you spike it with?” I frowned at him.
Don’t blame me. I am only talking from experience. Men don’t offer you something except they want something in return and I learned the hard way.
He withdrew and took a step back, putting the distance between us as I requested.
Good.
This is good.
“So, how can I help you, Birdy, how did you find my garage?” He asked, folding his arms around his chest as he looked at me without blinking.
I hate the way he looks at me.
I cleared my throat, “My friend said you repair bikes?” I rasped.
“I do,” he answered, still not looking away from me.
I nodded, “Okay, so my bike just stopped working on the highway and I don't know what to do I have tried everything I can think of and nothing seems to be the problem but it won't start. Can you fix her?” I rambled but he still stood there, looking at me.
“Can you fix her?” I repeated.
“Yes.” he answered, “But I won’t.”
“Wait what? Why?”
“Because you haven't apologized.” He shrugged and walked into his garage, he stood by the door, tilted his head, and his eyes, god… his eyes and that annoying smile that spread on his lips, made my stomach twitch.
“Apologize for what?”
“For hitting me?”
“You were peeking at my apartment!” I snarled.
He sighed, “So you won’t apologize?”
I parted my lips to speak but words didn't come.
“Have a nice evening, Birdy.” He whispered and shut the door to his garage, leaving me and my baby outside, desperate.
Ugh!
The nerve of this man.
“Fine… I’ll apologize!” I yelled. “Hey! Jake!”
He poked his head out but didn't open the door, a sheepish smile on his lips, “I’m listening.”
My throat bobbed, I bit my lower lips, my brows furrowed, my fist clenched, my teeth gritted. “SORRY,” I growled.
He didn't move, his eyes still on mine. “That was scary, are you threatening me with your apologies, Raven?” His voice was calm, gentle, and sexy.
Why is he calling my name like that?
Even though I wanted to be pissed, I took a deep breath, “I’m sorry, Jake.” I muffled.
He still didn't move, rather his lips twitched, his eyes glinted and I swore I knew he was about to make me apologize again and I was going to. “Jake, if you make me say it again, I will make your life a living hell.” I threatened and instantly he laughed.
Woah.
What is that beautiful sound?
Why is that a beautiful sound?
Ugh… Jade… this is all your fault… Why would you answer the call while having s*x and moaning into my ears?
He opened his garage and walked out, he walked towards my bike and pushed it into his garage, he halted and turned to me, “Do you need me to push you into my garage, Birdy?” He teased me and I walked in immediately.
He placed my bike in front of him after he placed a chair for me to sit on, and then placed a bottle of beer in front of me.
His hands slowly caressed my bike, he treated my bike like it was a little baby.
“I didn't know you fix bikes,” I muttered.
“Come on, now birdy, there are so many things you don't know about me.” A flirty smile plastered on his lips as he looked at me, “If you are curious about me, Birdy, all you have to do is ask.”
I rolled my eyes at his cockiness, “Do not flatter yourself, I am not curious about you, you just didn't seem like the engineer type of guy.” I retorted, taking a swing at the beer before me.
Strange.
I didn't even think about the drink being spiked. I guess I just got carried away by our talk.
“How is the bike coming up?” I changed the topic immediately, not wanting him to feel like he now has the liberty to speak to me.
He smiled, “Birdy, I don’t have fast fingers, your bike would be ready soon.” he answered without sparing a glance.
“So, what kind of guy did you see me as?” He continued, his biceps tightened as he unscrewed something from my bike.
Oh for f**k sake.
“A nerd, talkative that doesn't know when to end a conversation, oh, and a p*****t for peeking into my apartment.” I blurted, taking another swing at the beer.
He laughed.
Did I say something funny?
“Well, you’re right, I am a nerd. But not a pervert.” he corrected.
“Yea right, says the guy who peeked through my keyhole,” I smirked and shook my head.
He froze. His fist tightened and he rose, he turned to me, his face, expressionless.
What is he doing?
He walked towards me, slowly, steady.
What is he doing? Why is he walking all dominating towards me?
He stopped right in front of me, breathing into my space, towering over me. I lifted my head to meet his eyes but he bent over, leaning in until he was at the same level as my face.
I swallowed hard.
“What the hell are you doing?” I managed to ask, my face hot, my stomach grumbling, my knees weak.
Seriously, why does he have this effect on me?
No! He doesn't.., this is just my body reacting because of Jade.
“You need to change the plug and get a new oil.” He whispered, his voice, so deep, intense.
Fuck.
I need to open my mouth and say something, I should open my mouth and talk.
But all I could think of, was his lip, his annoying sexy, lips. And his cologne is not helping. How is he smelling so nice even while he is covered in oil and dirt?
“Birdy?” his voice came around.
He needs to stop talking.
He really needs to stop talking.
“Arw you like, checking me out?” He teased.
Fuck,
I grabbed his top with all my might, pulled him close, and kissed him.
I.., kissed… My… Neighbor.
What have I done?
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