Love Lockdown

Chapter 1

[A/N: Ok, I warn you before hand, so don't go crying to your mommy like a little bitch when you read this... it has a very naughty scene and should not be read by the faint of heart... haha... just, please don't report it or anything; I don't want this to go onto restricted, cuz then some people wont be able to read the fabulousnesss, nahh what I'm sayin??? Thank you for your time, you may continue to read now... ]

Chapter 1

Shane Marshall’s POV

            I pulled into my driveway slowly, drowning in the sound of Nickelback, I leaned my head against the steering wheel of my black 2009 Hummer H2. I sighed, readying myself for another fight about me being late; my girlfriend of 8 months grates my ass every night, because every night, I am late.

            Truth is I’m not exactly late; I’m hiding, because sure, I like Michelle, but it’s the same thing every day with her. I come home late for the take-out she ordered – Michelle isn’t the ‘cooking type’ – and I’m the douche bag for keeping a roof over her ungrateful head. Then, as soon as my head hits the pillow, and I’m looking forward to a long, peaceful sleep, I suddenly become the sexiest guy in the world and she just wants to jump my bones.

            I shook my head, bit my lip and pushed thoughts of Harper to the back of my mind; Michelle could always tell when I was thinking about something other than her, and she always persisted on finding out what was occupying her space in my mind. I rolled my eyes as I climbed out of my car, locked it and made my way up to my modern, glass adorned two story house.

            I love my house, just like I love my car. My house is bachelor enough for me to easily dump a girlfriend and welcome being single, but it’s also homey enough for a girl to feel at home.

            I am a smart man, that much is for sure.

            I opened the front door and I was met by the sound of Chris and his friends watching boxing on the flat screen adorning my living room wall. Chris is my younger brother and he lives with me here opposed to living with our parents in Connecticut. I moved here when I was 20 and Chris followed me shortly after, begging for me to take him in.

            “Be warned, bro, the dragon lady’s on the war path, and you’re her target. She already bit my ass for bringing friends over without telling her! You need to keep a leash on that bitch!” Chris smirked and I sighed, smiling tiredly at him and his friends.

            Chris is 18, in his senior year of high school, so hopefully he’ll be heading to college next year.

            “I don’t see why she’s mad; it’s my house and I’m fine with you having friends over,” I muttered, pulling my jacket and tie off. I threw them both across the back of a chair that sat at the black wooden dining table.

            The bottom floor of my house is all open plan, with the living room up front, kitchen at the back and the dining room table somewhere in between. The ‘front’ door is technically on the right side of the house, but still, it’s the front door of the house. The second floor of my house has two bedrooms and a bathroom. My house is basic, modern and stylish; the home of a natural born ladies man.

            “Shane! Where the hell have you been? You’re late, again! I can’t keep doing this, Shane; it’s really selfish of you to keep me waiting all night with your annoying kid brother and his idiotic friends! I got you dinner, and I was in a really good mood today, until you show up almost two hours late! What the fuck, Shane, what the fuck?” a high pitched screech came from the stairs and soon after it came my tall, thin, blonde girlfriend, in all her beauty and glory, looking extremely pissed off.