I turned on my heel, grabbed the bag of trash, and stormed out. As much as I didn't want to admit, Striker was right. I could be mad at myself and deflect that anger onto him, but deep down there were still feelings there I didn't want to explore yet. Hell, I didn't even want to acknowledge they existed.
After I dumped the garbage bag in the dumpster, I made my way down to the coffee shop down the road. I ordered a raspberry mocha and flopped down in a window seat where I could people watch undisturbed.
"Adorable place," Striker's voice surprised me, and I nearly dropped my coffee into my lap.
Turning, I hissed, "Did you fucking follow me?"
Striker took a seat beside me, looking out the window at passersby. Shrugging, he replied, "You just walked out. We weren't done talking."
I glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby before saying, "I was done talking. Look, whatever is between us, I'm not ready for."
Striker turned so that he was now watching me. I pretended not to notice, choosing to sip my coffee instead. When I didn't respond, he said, "I don't know who hurt you, darlin', but I'm not him."
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Jaded | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceAfter your entrance into the underworld, you begin to make a living disposing of your client's cheating partners. Love is completely off the table. After all, who would be able to find true love in a place like Hell? From the author of Dancing With...
