Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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CHAPTER 4

Lola

"Shit, shit, shit," I paced back and forth in front of the bathroom sinks. I knew coming out with Sophie was a freaking bad idea. Not only was I at a freaking sex club. I walked in on that jerk from this morning getting a blow job. What's worse was that I just stood there like a fucking idiot.

"Calm down, Lola. It's fine. Maybe he didn't remember you," I huffed through my nose, looking at myself in the mirror. My face was still red from what I had just witnessed.

Is it weird that I didn't know that asshole from a hole in the wall, but somehow I was still bothered that he was with some Pamila Anderson look-alike from her Baywatch days? Or that he barked an order at me, and I just listened to him like it was my job? Or that I kind of liked it?

No, you didn't like it.

"Who the hell are you," I asked my reflection before turning to walk out of the bathroom.

Pulling the door open, I closed my eyes and raked my fingers through my hair, instantly colliding with a hard body.

"Shit, sorry," I apologized for not paying attention until realizing who the person on the other end of the impact was. "Oh, it's you," I clenched my jaw, looking up at the man from this morning. Without a word, he grabbed me by the elbow, yanking me from the bathroom and pushing me up against the hall wall. My back landed with a thud, and fire coursed through my veins as I attempted to break away from his stronghold.  

"What are you doing here, Lola?" He said my name like a curse, staring daggers at me.

"Get off of me," I seethed.

"Not till you tell me what the hell you're doing at this club and why you're barging into random rooms here!"

"First, I'm a grown-ass woman," I stepped forward, narrowing my eyes while closing the tiny space between us, his hand still on my arm. "Second, I don't have to explain a goddamn thing to you." He flexed his sharp jaw, his blue-green burning into me. Stupidly I made the colossal mistake of inhaling his spicy scent. He smelled of fresh ground cinnamon and warm-aged bourbon.

Breathing him in, I found myself unconsciously lowering my guard. There was always something about a man who smelled good that could make a girl, namely me, do foolish things. That was part of the problem when it came to Brody.

The boy always smelled so damn good, though not nearly as good as the man standing in front of me. Shit, no, Lola, this guy's an asshole, and that was your other problem with Brody. I scolded myself, snapping out of whatever I was thinking.

"You know, you're infuriating," he growled.

What in the werewolf was that? Sheesh, chill, Derek Hale.

"You know, you're an ass," I spat, tugging my arm back, but he still refused to let go.

"Well, can I at least get a name if you aren't gonna let me go?"

"Not important."

"Fine then, I guess I'll scream for help," I opened my mouth, readying myself to call for the security I passed on the way up here.

"Cristiano," he hissed, cutting me off.

"Well, Cristiano, as amazing as this little game of uhh, cat and mouse has been, I need to get back to my friend," I told him before looking down at where his fingers were still connected to my body. The pressure of his hold tightened, but it wasn't painful.

"So if you could let go of me, that would be mint."

Instead of doing as I asked, he brought his other hand to my waist, his fingers digging into my side, causing a traitorous shiver to run through me at the contact. Again I planted my hands on his hard chest, attempting to push him away. Still, my effort came up fruitless.