Clay's Unwanted Blondie

Chapter 16

♥⁠╣CLAY╠⁠♥

CLAY CERVANTES MIGHT BE AN ASS...

And he was an ass but he didn't like it coming from the mouth of the guy who'd offered to chop his balls and feed them to the deadliest species of fish, he knew.

Fucking piranhas, if he remembered correctly.

What was more asshole-ic of him was leaving Brooklyn in Korea and taking the first flight home like a scared doggy.

And he had been scared. It was not everyday his past came knocking like lightning from a clear blue sky.

Ashton was back at his old ways. The old ways they'd promised to never go back to after his little incident landed an innocent girl in a cold, black body bag.

He didn't needed to be a genius to know that Ashton fucking Drakkon was Brooklyn's stalker.

Whilst he couldn't necessarily tell an-i'm-so-in-love-with-Ashton Brooklyn, he figured he might as well look out for her.

Looking out for her being, keeping her around long enough to garner evidence against Ashton and finally settling the past once and for all.

"Christ, you look hot! The Louboutins I got you last summer would absolutely match with the dress", July Annabelle Denvers encouraged.

"Mmmh you have a good eye", Piranha guy clapped and Clay gruffed against his computer screen his eyes zeroing in on Brooklyn.

Instead of the regular Playmate look she had, at the moment she looked like a porn star about to audition for a role in a BDSM film.

"Are you trying to get me laid? Because I can assure you, the dress alone screams desperation", Brooklyn humored and even though Clay couldn't get a clearer view of the back of the dress, the mid thigh dress had his attention all right.

If only the crappy handyman who'd installed the CCTVs in her apartment had done the job right, Clay would have been admiring Brooklyn's backside, staring at that soft olive skin that felt like honey in his—

No. He was not Ashton. He was not a creep.

He might have been a dick. Biggest of them all but the purpose of him setting CCTVs at her place was to protect her.

From said Ashton.

"Would that be so bad? I mean like how long has it been? Six years? Your pussy must be weeping. All that sexual..."

Six years?

She hadn't...

No man had?

It shouldn't have bothered him. The statement shouldn't have conjured up whatever thoughts that ran in his mind like quicksilver.

Yet, after he'd gotten that kiss from her, logic seemed to fly out the fucking window.

She wasn't attractive. She wasn't that beautiful. Not like the beauties that had ran after him since he first wet his wick. No, Brooklyn was--as uninteresting as a soap dish but one thing she could do was kiss.

A helluva kiss that had made him cranky, unwell and conflicted since Korea.

She wasn't his type and he sure as hell wasn't hers.

Yet...

"I'm telling you The Circle has everything a woman or in this case anything a desperate sex-celibate chica could want"

The Circle.

Clay knew the bar better than he did his mother's cooking. It was Ryder's favorite place before Anjali knocked some sense of maturity in him.