Inked Up

Daisy × Carlos

Why won't he leave me alone?!

When we left Inked Up the jackass insisted he walk me to my car. Like he was a gentleman all of a sudden. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing and nothing about him was gentle.

When I first arrived at the shop he hated me instantly. Always embarrassing me in front our friends and coworkers and making fun of the fact that I was a virgin. How he knew I had no idea.

I'm not used to people not liking me and the feeling became mutual in an instant. He was an asshole to the bone. Nothing that came out of his mouth was nice...at least not to me.

So I was really surprised when he offered to escort me to my car.

The parking garage was completely silent, the only thing heard were our footsteps. It was pretty creepy. I pressed the button on my keys to unlock my door. I turned around to face him and was surprised at how close he was.

I had never been this close to a man before. Not like this. Yes, I've hugged them, but this was totally different. I've never been this close to him. The air crackled around us creating goosebumps on my arms. I shivered at the intensity of it. Of his eyes. He looked at me like he never has before. Something was different now. My nipples hardened in my pink baby doll dress. What is happening to me?

"I hate you."

Okay, so those weren't the words I expected him to say. What did I expect him to say anyway? I've always known this, so why did it hurt hearing him say it out loud?

"You've made that pretty clear. Move so I can go home." I snapped. I really didn't need to hear the extent of his dislike for me.

"You don't get it." He trapped me between his two giant, tattooed arms. I sucked in a breath and his scent nearly had me melting. "I hate you. I hate how tempting you are. I hate how hard it is not to fuck you on sight. Its exhausting trying to keep my dick from busting through my jeans."

I gasped at his sudden confession. I never thought I made him...that way. I was shocked. I couldn't even speak.

"You're a fucking cock tease, barbie doll. You walk around with those short little dresses and high heels acting so innocent. You know damn well what you're doing."

"Now wait a damn minute. Don't blame me cause you can't control that garden snake in your pants."

"I love how you always underestimate my dick. I can't wait to prove you wrong."

"You'll be waiting for eternity. I have to go."

I tried to move but he yanked me back by my hair. I screeched from the pain in my scalp. What the hell does he think he's doing? What the hell am I doing? I'm letting him manhandle me and I like it. My breath quickened as I stared into his dark, sensual eyes. They were clouded with something no man has ever shown me. Lust.

If I was being honest with myself, I was attracted to Carlos the moment I saw him. The first thing I noticed were his big gages. I had never seen anything like it. I was enchanted by his chocolate eyes framed by thin glasses. His body was lean, but not too skinny and was covered in tattoos. He was exactly the kind of man I wanted to break me out of my good girl persona. I was born to a strict catholic family. Completely sheltered from the world I watched as the world flew by without me. My friends experienced things I was never allowed to. Parties, boyfriends, sex, it was forbidden. Hell, I barely even had any friends. As soon as I turned eighteen I got outta there. Now I only speak to my parents via skype. They always try to get me to come back, but its not gonna happen anytime soon. And by the look in Carlos' eyes I might be getting what I've been looking for.