Ready or Not

Chapter Five

Shit!

Why did Alair have to answer my phone when he knew it was my ex?

Because he's the most stubborn motherfucker I know.

I pressed my hands to my face and let out a groan of frustration. "Ghaaaaa!" My hands muffled the sound. Then I felt Alair pull my hands from my face while he waited. "Hello?" He asked again, biting down on his lower lip. His eyes searched mine in amusement and I couldn't help but smile at him in response. He was so damn adorable.

His hand let go of mine and he touched my cheek where I'm sure a blush was apparent.

"Who the fuck is this and why are you answering my girls phone?" Hector shouted so loud I heard.

Alair laughed. "Hold on man." He said casually, as if talking to an old friend. He turned speaker phone on and set the phone on the table. His eyes met mine and I saw a glint of playfulness and mischief as he leaned back down into his position from earlier. "Alright, go ahead. Try and piss me off." He taunted Hector.

There was a bundle of cuss words on the other end. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to asshole?" His voice boomed and my eyes widened. This is the Hector that scared me shitless.

My hand went numb from the lack of blood flow as I gripped onto Alair's shirt. He unfisted it gently and rubbed each finger, bringing back circulation.

"Answer me, damn it!" He continued with his rant on the to her side of the country.

I giggled as I caught on to the game. He was playing, seeing how angry Hector got at his silence.

"Is that slut in the room with you?"

Alair's head snapped up. If looks could kill then my phone would be fried and I'm sure Hector would feel a thousand watts through his body.

I leaned my head upward, my lips meeting Alair's muscular shoulder as I pressed a kiss to his tan skin. "Stay calm. Don't give in." I murmured when he looked back down at me.

"I hear that bitch! Put her on now!" I swear, he was so loud I was afraid Luke and Pru were going to come out.

I didn't flinch at his angry words anymore but Alair was loosing patience. So I did what made me happy and pulled his lips to mine. He sighed into the touch of my lips against his. For a few minutes, maybe even hours I didn't hear anything on the other end, maybe because I was so caught up in Alair, but there was a crash, like shattering glass and Hector's voice came out eerily quiet. "I knew you were cheating on me, you whore. Is that fucking Harding?" A pause. "Such a little cock tease. Don't worry, you'll get what's coming to you." He continued with his menacing threats and insults.

Alair swore into my lips. "I can't take it anymore." He hissed as he snatched up the phone. "You listen here pinche idiota, Quinn is not a cheater, cunt, whore, slut, bitch, nor a cock tease. She is way too good for you and hell, maybe even too good for me, but guess what..." He paused. " she will always be mine, hijo de puta." His voice was chilling.

"Here's a tip, ese," Hector pronounced the last word with emphasis. "Insults only work if the other person understands them."

Alair laughed so hard it brought tears to his eyes. "Get a fucking Spanish to English dictionary or google that shit. And by the way, ese," Alair put more emphasis, "the fact that you don't fucking understand me makes you a bigger pinche idiota than I thought."

"Fuck you asshole! Take your ass back over the boarder!" Hector replied, back to shouting.

Alair's eyes grew huge. "¿Qué chingados? My fucking family was of the first Spanish families to arrive in the fucking US. In fact, we've probably been here longer than your family." He paused, a smirk on his face, "Your name is Hector." He states the obvious and I can't help but laugh at the smile in his face.