YOU’RE A JINX
1314 Words
MIA
My eyes brim with tears. Goddess help me. I really really want to let him know, let him see that I’m not one to be toyed with.
Fix everything?
I can’t be bothered with it right now. I have to do what’s best for me, for my peace of mind. I block the number and delete the message from my phone.
That should be more than enough to express my stance on his unwanted reunion.
Jakob was the love of my life. He knew it.
My mother died giving birth to me, so my father was all I had growing up. He worked as a member of the beta’s staff, which was how I met Jakob.
I trusted him more than I trusted myself, and he trampled on my love by sleeping with Shirley, a girl who bullied me for most of my life.
He knew everything she had done to me, yet, of all the people he could cheat with, he chose HER!
How disgusting could he possibly be?
The thought makes my head spin even more.
I feel my body slam into a hard wall by the staircase. Before I know it, my left foot flies upward, and the right follows shortly after.
I’m weightless in the air, and I close my eyes, waiting for the exact moment my head collides with the bottom stairs, and I bleed out on the floor.
It would put an end to my misery, wouldn’t it?
But the longer I brace for impact, the longer it takes.
I never land.
Instead, sturdy hands wrap around me, rough and lean fingers spread out over my lower back.
I’ve been caught.
I’m not going to hit my head and die.
My eyelids part slowly, and I find him.
Xander.
The warmth of his fingers seeps through my shirt and pricks my skin, sending both hot and cold shivers down my spine.
His face is close, so close I can smell the mint of his toothpaste. His dark green eyes dance all over my face.
For a second, I allow myself to believe he’s worried about me. I suck in a deep breath, relishing the scent of his jasmine cologne. Fruity, yet oddly masculine.
I’ve never been this close to him before, or smelt him this much.
I try to piece the notes together, allow myself to wonder what his skin feels like underneath my own fingers.
He’s shirtless, my heart is racing. If I just take both hands up, I can wrap them around his neck, I can give in to the intense desire that suddenly envelops me. I can listen to my horny wolf, Lily, and lean into him, brushing my lips against his.
I can…
“Are you drunk?”
Oh no.
His words, like a slap, pull me back into reality.
What the hell was I thinking about? And why?
“Get your hands off me!”
He raises his brow, staring down at me like I’m nothing but a stubborn toddler squirming in his grasp.
“You’re going to fall, Mia.” He speaks to me with an odd tenderness I try my best to ignore.
He doesn’t get to be Mr. nice guy all of a sudden, just cause his son is no more.
“Well, help me up and get your hands off me.”
He does just that. And a twisted, very twisted part of me misses his hold.
I dust my body, as if it’ll remove the effect of his touch. I can still feel his fingers burning into my skin.
“What are you doing here?” I clear my throat and narrow my eyes as I stare at him.
“I live here, remember?”
I scoff.
“Not for three years, you haven’t.”
“Well,” he tucks both hands into his pockets. The ink on his chest is more visible now.
It’s a winged eye?
An eye with wings?
Great, so he’s also weird.
“I told you,” he continues. “I’m going to be here to keep you safe. It’s the least I can do.”
“Well,” it’s my turn to take a step forward, square up. It doesn’t matter that he’s several inches taller than me, and so big, he can squash my skull with both hands if he tries hard enough.
“I don’t need you to keep me safe, nor do I want you around my house.”
The intensity of his gaze makes me wonder if he plans to pick me up and throw me down the stairs. He’s definitely regretting saving me now.
“Allow me to grieve my husband in peace, Xander. Can you do that for me?”
The thought of grieving West, the words that leave my mouth, it feels too real. Is he really never coming back?
He shrugs.
“I’ll be by the pool if you need me.”
Just like that, Xander brushes past me and heads down the stairs.
That’s it.
There’s no way on earth I’m staying in the same house with this man. I need to go out, go on a long walk, a run, anything to keep him several kilometers away from me, or I’ll risk losing my mind.
I drag myself up to my room, force myself to take a shower, and get dressed.
Once I’m done, I take some change from my purse and leave the house quietly. I don’t take West’s car, so Xander can’t track me when he realizes I’m gone.
Stepping out alone is a big mistake.
There are lovers everywhere.
The air of Blackwater reeks of filth, raw desire, and a s**t ton of s*x. There’s not a single block I walk past without hearing moaning, or screaming, or the obscene sound of flesh against flesh.
Lily purrs within me, and I shake my head.
“I know you want to be part of them, Lily, but you can’t. I’m sorry.”
I hope she listens.
I hope I do.
Finally, I arrive at Clay’s Cafe. It’s run by a member of the Dark Lords, and West used to bring me here a lot.
The moment I walk into Clay’s, all eyes turn to me.
I can feel their gazes as I walk to my regular seat.
Has word of what happened to West spread already?
I shake my head.
Xander wouldn’t have asked me to say a word if he was just going to tell everyone, right?
I place my order, my usual iced coffee, and sit still. People are still watching me, looking at me like I shouldn’t be here.
I focus my gaze on my desk, trying so hard not to notice. It works for a while, until my coffee and pancakes arrive.
I heave a sigh of relief.
But I relaxed too soon.
Just as I’m about to pick up my spoon, cold liquid touches my hair, falling down my face.
I freeze at first, puzzled, shocked.
However, it doesn’t take me time to realize what’s happening.
Someone’s behind me. And they’ve emptied a coffee cup on my head.
Shaking, I push my seat backwards and slowly rise to my feet.
There’s no shock on anyone’s face except mine. They knew this was coming. They know who it is that’s done this to me.
I force myself to look backwards, stare my assailant in the eyes, only to realize I know him.
Too well.
Cobra, West’s best friend, is staring at me. Fury brimming in his blue eyes as he squeezes the cup and throws it at my feet.
I can’t breathe.
“Why?” It’s the only word that I can think of, the only one I can pronounce at that moment.
“Because,” he takes one step forward, eliminating the distance between us.
“You’re a f*****g jinx.” He spits out.
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