Unforgettable

two. him.

Kaine's pov

Why was she still here? Groaning to himself, Kaine pulled the covers off the whore and shoved her off the bed. Rude? Yes. Did he care? No.

"Hey!" Her barely there voice cracked like a smoker who had been smoking for 20 plus years. His steel eyes gazed at her in warning. Taking the hint, the blonde got out of bed, gathered her stuff, and left.

He couldn't do it. Couldn't get her out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes, she was all he saw. And now, he found out she had a kid.

His kid. A little three year old daughter.

Fuck. He had a little girl. He wasn't suited to have a kid. With tattoos running down his arm, a beard that though wasn't long,  though wasn't short, and a frame that was muscled and stood about 6'4" , he was scary. How would his kid take to him?

He didn't want to be a father. Hell, his best friend certainly wouldn't have wanted to be a uncle either! He would have beat the shit out of Kaine first. Then again because Kaine wasn't married to his little sister.

Fuck. His little sister. With the perfect body and an innocent look about her.

She was gorgeous enough to drop any grown man to their knees. Hell, the thought of her was getting him hard. The slut he had taken last night over and over just to drown her out of his mind didn't get him up, he had to think about little Rae.

God he was whipped. He hadn't even seen the gal in almost four years. Although that didn't stop him from keeping tabs on her.

And maybe driving men away as well.

As far as Kaine knew, he was her first and so far last. God just thinking about how her cunt felt had him going mad.

He pushed himself off his bed and into the shower,  stopping him from any other thoughts that teased his mind and his little man down south.

His morning routine was the same every morning: shower,  brush the teeth, apply deodorant,  get dressed, take a swig of whiskey, and hop on his motorcycle and go to work.

Though it wasn't a huge job, Kaine worked as a tattoo artist. Though it did pay quite well. Given he was the preferred artist and always had people coming to him.

Today was no different.

Though,  he didnt count for the girl who had been haunting his dreams to come in for a tattoo on top of her ribs.

That meant her.

Shirtless.

In a room.

Alone with him.

For a few hours.

Hell yeah.

Here it is! I didn't anticipate to be posting sooner, but hey! More practice.

Kaine is easier to write for! That's for sure!

Yes. He's rude and has an awful mouth. That's the character. Deal with it.

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I'll update next week ❤