Her Bully (Original)

Chapter 4

Things are quiet for the next few days, thankfully. The week closes uneventfully and by the time Friday rolls around, I'm exhausted.

When I get home, go through my Friday night routine. I shower, slip into my cozy pajamas, open a bottle of wine, and catch up on the new episodes of the shows I have no time to watch during the weeknights.

I'm halfway into the new episode of The Handmaid's Tale, when the doorbell rings. I look up at the clock and see that it's seven o'clock on the dot. Old Chang's never late. I've been ordering from Chang's Chinese takeout, since I moved into my house. At first there was a delivery boy dropping off my order, but that changed and Chang himself started making my deliveries. When I asked him about the sudden change, he just shook his head and changed the subject.

I pause my show and pad to the front door. I unlatch the door, expecting to find Chang with my usual order of beef and broccoli with rice, but no. Instead I'm fuming for the third time this week.

"Get off my property!" I shout, angrily.

Devon Kingston stands on my front porch with my usual Friday night meal. He smirks and shakes the bag.

"Now is that any way to treat the delivery boy, Eve?" he chuckles, unfazed by my hostility.

I snatch the bag from his hands, "How did you get this, you didn't attack poor Chang on the way here? I swear to god, Devon if there is one scratch on that old man-"

He growls. Like actually growls. I snap my mouth closed instantly and stare wide eyed. Devon reaches to place his arm next to my head on the door frame. On instinct, I flinch and close my eyes. When I realize how stupid that is, I open them.

To my shock, Devon looks hurt by my reaction. I blush, totally embarrassed. But then again I have right to be wary around him, he used to purposely slap his hand on the locker beside or above my head, scaring me.

He never showed remorse for scaring me like that, so I want to know why he now looks striken by my reaction. I cough, the vibe becoming awkward and tense.

Devon takes his hand back and rights himself. "The old man is fine and significantly fife hundred dollars richer."

My mouth drops open, "You paid Change five hundred so you could deliver my food? What's wrong with you!"

The hurt expression on his face disappears, "Well how else was I supposed to see you, kitten?"

"Ummmm you don't see me again. Ever" I jab back, crossing my arms.

Which is a mistake because it amplifies my braless tits under my tank top, drawing his attention. He clenches his jaw and stares at them, flustering me. I quickly drop my arms before grabbing the door.

"Stay the hell away from me" I yell, slamming the door in his face.

And boy do I, because the idiot chooses that moment to take a step forward. The knocker on my front door nails him right in the eye.

"FUCK!" he yells, covering his face, almost falling backwards.

"Shit, Devon. Why the fuck did you do that!" I snap, instinctively reaching toward him so I can assess the damage.

He continues to whine like a baby and I roll my eyes, seeing no other alternative but to let him in.

"Ugh, just come inside" I relent, leading him by the arm.

The second I make contact with his bicep I'm painfully aware of just how muscular and built he is. He's like a tank, all muscle. And apparently that's a trigger for me because there's a tug between my thighs.