She is Not Who You Thought She Was

Chapter 91/Twice?

"Is something wrong?" I asked Rock as he opened his car door for me. He was avoiding my eyes.

"Get in." He was pissed and I needed to know why.

"What is going on?"

"Get in the fucking car Scarlett." He stared at me moving his face closer to mine. I leaned back against the car so my nose would not come in contact with his and because...he was dead serious. I closed my mouth, gulped, then nodded.

I got in quickly and watched him walk around the front of the car to get in.

"Put your seatbelt on." Rock ordered, but I just watched him as he started the car.

I didn't exactly comprehend much of what he said because I was trying to process his actions and how he had been speaking. He was serious, and I needed to know why. It was also kind of sexy. It was as if his bewildering self had rendered me useless; all I could focus on was analyzing him.

He put his hand on the shifter and glanced at me. He sighed reaching over me his cologne involuntarily hijacking my lungs. He pulled the seatbelt over me and clicked it into place.

He was acting very weird and his actions were slightly familiar, but I couldn't figure out where or why.

It took a moment for his scent to leave my lungs before I could press the same question he seemed to be avoiding.

"So you ran into him a couple times at Ebony?" Rock asked driving out of East Coast like a manic. He changed the subject before I could ask the question.

"Who?" I shook my head my brain lagging because I was holding on for dear life. "José?" I watched Rock's jaw clench and he glanced out his window gripping the steering wheel tighter.

"How many times?"

"I don't know. Twice? Why are we talking about this?"

"I'm not talking about this I'm just asking how many times you've talked to Jefe." He sounded defensive...

"Why does that matter?!" I raised my voice.

"Because," Rock's voice was loud too, but he took a deep breath before continuing as if what he wanted to be said next was in more of a rational tone, "he wants you." His voice was low.

"He doesn't want me?" I scoffed. "You're delusional." Rock started to pull down our street.

"He greeted you when he entered-not to mention you couldn't take your eyes off him-" Rock grumbled, "and he fucking kissed your hand, Scarlett." Rock pressed his lips together tightly. "So all that and the little 'Escarletta and I' was nothing?" Rock scoffed right back at me pulling into my driveway. "I swear I would have broken his arm if he tried to touch you again." He growled. Broken his arm? Jefe's arm?

My eyes widened quickly finally realizing what he was saying.

"Rock." I said his name slowly.

"What?" He angrily spoke putting the car in park aggressively.

"Are you jealous?" He stared at me, turned to look out his window, and locked his eyes back on mine with seriousness.

"Yes princess," He touched my face then continued to caress it, "I should be the only one touching you."

All air escaped from my lungs, my mouth opened slightly, and I only stared into his eyes even though they wanted to wander down to his lips. His beautiful hazel eyes, that only look this pretty just for me. His hand was big against my face and his fingers reached the back of my head tangling in my thick brown hair. It felt like my heart stopped beating. I searched his eyes but I couldn't find the real intentions behind his words. What could he actually mean? Unless...this is...the truth.