Last Hope

Chapter 4

                          ~ARIELLA~

It had been a week or so since Kingston, and I bumped into each other at the coffee shop. The burn had healed thanks to Kingston’s knowledge to use honey.

I still hadn't been able to get him off my mind. He was like a drug you couldn't get enough of—but you know it was terribly bad for you, but nothing you could do to stop the cravings until you had that drug or got a sample.

    I was on my way home from the Salon, but I suddenly found myself outside Buzzed. It’s like I was drawn to this place, and I had no willpower to stay away. I just needed my book, so I could go and never see him again. Heck, maybe with my luck, he wouldn't be working.

    Outside you could hear the loud thumping of bass, and the lively chatter and laughter of people talking over each other as I walked up to the door. It was just after 8 pm. Maybe I’ll just have one drink.

    I nearly stumbled to the ground tripping over someone’s foot; I felt two large hands grab my hips hard and pulled me into his massive body. I felt his scratchy beard that was pressing against my head. His breath I could smell, hinted with nicotine and scotch. My heart pounded. “Hey Darling, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” His hands brushed over my lips then around to my ass.

I suddenly felt him back off. I turned around and saw the man being pulled away by none other than—Kingston. “Are you okay?” He asked with genuine concern.

Shocked by what just happened and now stunned into silence, by seeing Kingston, I just nodded; it was all I was capable of doing.

    Kingston dealt with the handsy man. Feeling slightly dizzy from the loud booming of the music and the anxiety of what just happened, I held onto the bar to steady my legs that felt like jello. Completely lost in my head, I didn’t hear Kingston come up behind me until I heard him close to my ear. I jumped, bumping into him. His hands steadied me. “Easy there.” He whispered, making a shiver run up my spine. 

    I spun around and faced Kingston.“Thank you for helping me.” I lost my breath as I stared into Kingston's dominating dark gems.

    “You’re welcome, I didn't want to come across all territorial, but he pissed me off with his hands all over you.” His hand tenderly ran up and down my arm, leaving warmth before he pulled his hand back.

    “I came to get my notebook, I left it here,” I told him my reasoning for dropping by so he didn't get it in his head that I came here for him.

    “Aw, I’m hurt, and here I thought you came here to see me.” He smirked at me, which seemed to make his eyes gleam as he walked off behind the bar. He leaned down and grabbed my notebook and passed it over the bar.

    “Thank you,” I said, still feeling flustered. “Can I get a drink, please?”

    “And what would you like, Angel?” He winked at me. This surge of heat exploded inside me, heading straight to my core.

    “Um, surprise me.” I sent Kingston a sweet smile.

    “Okay.” Kingston started grabbing different bottles and tossing them up in the air; he was sexy to watch. He poured different liquids into a glass, and he shook the contents in a shaker cup, which made my eyes glue to his biceps that bulged as he shook the mixture together, then he poured it into another glass. He cut up a lemon and placed the wedge on the rim, and slid the glass across the bar to me.

    “Thank you.” I licked my lips before I brought the drink up to my lips. I took the first sip, and it was incredible. Sweet, with a hint of citrus damn, it was refreshing. “Wow, that’s incredible.” I nodded at him.