A Story Of Him (INK ME SERIES) Book Two *Standalone*

Chapter Eight

The last two weeks have been hell. I still haven't wrapped my head around what the fuck went wrong in my life. First our parents are taken away from us, then Ember gets in some fucked up shit that nearly cost her life. My Ex turned out to be a complete narcissistic devil over night. To top it all off, the first person in a long time to have my heart twitch is no better then the others. Seeing Brett stand in his kitchen broke something in me, wondering if Garrett did know the whole time. I don't see him as that type of person but deep down I know I can't afford to trust so soon. Another part of me screams to march back in there and make sure Garrett is safe being so close to that fucker.

Slipping back into my boring routine I'm here to admit I think everyone is staying away from my ill attitude. Helping Mr. Jenkins into a cab after he tells me about his new cat he found. I make sure I tell him the pictures he shows me are adorable before sending him off-finally. I didn't have the heart to tell him, his cat looks like a demon spawn from hell. Creepy gold eyes, black as night long hair. Just thinking about the damn ball of fur has goosebumps covering my arms. Walking back into the bar a breath in easier, seeing it empty. Closing time has become my new favorite time of day. I've stepped back from doing jobs for Jax, he understands thankfully. I'd hate to leave him dry if he tried to tell me no.

Helping Jasper break down boxes from a shipment a few days ago, it's a little too quite with him. Normally he talks my ear off, a nervous habit he has picked up on. Glancing at him I notice his eyes already on me and I'm not liking the look in his eyes. "OK, what's been up with you today man?" Obvious shocked by my words he just shakes his head, finishing up the last box. I plant my feet and wait, we're not leaving until he tells me what his deal is. He tries to walk around me but I side step in front of him. "Jasper." His shoulder slump, he knows I wont stop until he tells me what I want to hear. "Alec it's nothing really. I just..I feel so confused." With furrowed brows I watch him fidget but his eyes keep roaming my body. Then it clicks, no fucking shit.

I step into his personal space, something I know he hates but I need this personal to get him to open. This man is so closed off he himself can't get in. "Jasper are you talking about your uh sexuality?" His body flinches and I'm even more curious now. With a slow nod he finally keeps his eyes on mine. "I'm gay OK, god that feels good to say out loud." His words are high pitched and rushed, I almost missed the gay part with his words all jumbled. "OK, so what's the problem? I'm gay so you can't think anyone here is going to judge you right?" He nods but he's holding something back still. His fingers rubbing against each other. His damn eyes aren't focused again. "You can tell me what it is Jasper we're friends right? Don't hold back." My words seem to have snapped him into a different dimension because his lips are on mine in a flash. I gasp in shock and my body freezes. At first I don't move my lips but if this is his first kiss with a man I might as well show him what he's been missing. I nudge his head with mine to angle him better. His moans leave as my teeth rack his bottom lip. His hand grips my arm so fucking hard I know for a fact it will be discolored after.

Before anything can go further I push him back gently. He's breathing harder and just as my mouth opens to speak, he's running away. What the fuck is my life? Now I'm heading home confused at fuck, slightly offended because I'm pretty sure he just used me as an experiment and most of all frustrated. All I thought about was replacing his lips with Garrett's. Fuck it's like my dick is broken all over Garrett's stupid mouth. Normally I can get it up for anyone who's attractive, just for some fun but looking down at myself I glare at my cock, scolding it. Fucking bullshit.

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I don't know why I came here today. Something about this place is calming, the trees dancing with the wind. How the water mirrors everything in a different perspective. Sitting down on the edge of the dirt, the cold water numbing my toes. I promised Em I would step back from the underground a little and I intend to keep that promise. I don't think I'll ever give it up, it brings balance to my life in some fucked up way. When Garrett brought me here I felt that same balance and I guess I could thank him for something. I keep telling myself I need to get up and head home but somethings keeping me from moving. It's like an invisible force keeping my feet in the water.

A rock flying in the air, skipping against the water has me pulling my feet back. The sound of leaves crunching under feet has me tense. Cursing myself under my breath, fuck. I make quick work putting my shoes on, with my head down I turn and crash into a hard body. "Figured I'd see you here soon." My eyes run up looking at shoes, tight pants a broad chest and last- deep brown eyes. I feel all the air leave my chest when our gaze lock. "I was just leaving." I step around him, hitting my shoulder against his in the process. I thought I was OK to finally come here but oh how fucking wrong was I. I don't even get a few feet before he's calling after me. His hand grabs my arm and pushes me back so he's standing in front of me. His face holds so much anger and sadness, for just a moment I feel my heart constrict until I remember Brett. He drops his hand and exhales. "You know if you would just let me talk we can put this whole thing behind us." Gritting my teeth, my face drains all and any emotion. "We have nothing to talk about anymore. That shipped sailed once I found my Ex living in your fucking house, now fucking move." I go to step around him but the force of his hands have me stumbling back in shock. "Now you listen to me, you need to get over your shit. Don't blame me for your past. I didn't know who the hell he was until it was too late."

His finger keeps pushing my chest and it take everything in me not to slap his arm away. Getting in his face I breath in. "You don't get to tell me what the hell I need to do. You have no idea the kind of person he is, the shit I went through. So excuse me if I don't want anything to do with my Ex's new play-thing." I didn't mean to say the last part but fuck he has me on edge. Noticing I stunned him into silence I take my leave. Sitting in my car I take a moment to myself, I know I could have handle that better but no ones a saint. Hearing the engine turn over I start backing up until my foot is stomping the brake at the sound of banging on my hood. Garrett is fuming as he rounds to my window. His finger signaling for me to roll it down.

Putting the car in park, I all but sigh rolling the window down. "What?" My voice is dark, he doesn't deserve my pleasantries. "Get your ass out the car right now Alec." Something in his voice, almost pleading has me slowly stepping out and closing the door. The sound of the door is drowned out by his words, everything becomes silent as he speaks. "Look I needed a place to stay and he was looking for a roommate. When I met you I didn't know his name. I didn't know anything about an Ex at first Alec. What the fuck did you want me to do huh?" Opening my mouth his hand silences me. "I'm not done." He practically grits every word out. Fuck his voice dropped so low, him angry is not suppose to be a turn on. "Alec, I couldn't just go up to you and say, oh by the way I'm living with your Ex. I didn't know how to tell you." From anger to begging, something in me screams to think before you speak, what? I don't know where to start. His face comes closer, his eyes are begging me to understand, to cup his face and push all our worries away with just one touch. So I give in because I'm not one for words. Nothing good ever comes when my brain is jumbled.

Pulling away I look, really look at the man in front of me. Something right in front of me, so good yet so bad for my soul. If we're being honest I just might sell my soul to the devil if it means I get happy years with him.