Last Hope

Chapter 3

~KINGSTON~

“Fuck I’m in trouble,” I kicked the ground as I walked back to the bar, feeling slightly hopeless and defeated that Ariella wasn’t even willing to give me the time of day. But I felt this need to know her, and I was not going to give up that easily. These tingles were setting a course inside me that I had never felt so strongly before. It’s like they woke up something untapped inside me.

I hoped she would give me a shot; she made me feel like smiling, like the ones you just couldn’t hide when someone you saw who was irresistible. And hell the boner I had since I saw her leaving my sister’s office, he wouldn’t settle down. I hadn’t felt this way, not even with Melissa. And I thought Melissa was is the one.

    Since Melissa cheated on me, it crushed me, nearly tearing me apart, leaving me in complete darkness and lack of trust in letting a woman in. So I hadn’t even considered opening my heart again. But for the first time in a long time, I wanted to give it a try, and Ariella had lit a spark inside me. But she’s so closed off; I will have to proceed with caution and be delicate to her apparent pains. I know I've said I'm not a relationship guy or wanting to date—but Ariella I wanted to know her. Whether that's short or long term, I will have to wait and see.

    I’d like to be the one that puts a smile on Ariella’s beautiful face. I’d be a damn fool not to try with her. I couldn’t ignore that she’s fucking gorgeous and had the sexiest curves that I had ever seen. Her hair was on another level of glorious; I wanted to dive my hands in it and just smell her, fuck I needed to chill the fuck out. I was getting an image of sinking my teeth into her plump ass and leaving my mark on her.

I hated seeing that guy at the bar trying to hit on her or whatever he was doing. I wanted to punch him in the face. But it was sexy as hell to see her stick up for herself.

Ariella seemed different, not like all the women I’d been with or seen, Ariella was—unique...one of a kind. Her look was exotic, yet the quality of a good girl next door but with this sexy kitten vibe that you knew was buried inside, maybe she didn't even know. I’d like to be the one to make her bring out her wild side, make her flourish.

    JT walked over behind the bar with cases of beer balanced in his arms. He’s been my best friend for a long time. He’s a beautiful sexy man, with muscles, tattoos and green eyes. I’m not gay, but I knew when I saw a good looking guy. The ladies love him; at least that was what I have heard. He’s honestly one of the nicest guys you’ll meet.

    JT was one of those settling down types but hasn’t found a woman that wants more than just a one night stand. Unfortunately, in our line of work, we don't get a lot of women that you want to take home to meet the family.

    “Hey, King, how’s your night going?” He asked in his upbeat tone.

    “Not bad, how about you?” I replied with a friendly nod of my head.

    “Pretty good,” he placed the cases of beer down on the back counter. He pulled his hat off and combed his fingers through his tousled chestnut brown hair, then put it back on his head, strands peeked out from under his baseball cap.

    “How’s the shop doing?” I asked as I grabbed some drinks for customers as we talked.

    “It’s pretty busy; we’re getting our name out there.” JT grabbed a beer for someone.

    He had worked his ass off to get his tattoo shop off the ground and running. He’s seriously one of the best tattoo artists I have ever seen.

    “Well, I might have a rising star for you. She does these amazing drawings.” I smiled, just remembering how impressed I was. My stomach danced with excited fluttering inside. Damn, she has me tripping bad.