Chapter 3 Hots for Mr Hot

Lexi

"Lexi?" He asked, shocked to see me.

Oh, for goodness' sake, first Diane and now Damon? Should have known they were here together. After their betrayal, they'd stayed together. Of course.

"What are you doing here?"

He asked.

"You have no right to ask me that," I spat, regaining control and side-stepping him. He was in front of me again.

"Lexi, wait...Please, let's talk. I miss you..."

I ignored him, walking faster and faster, but he quickly caught up with me, grabbing my wrist.

"Get out of my sight and let go of me, Damon, right now."

"No, please. Let's talk. I have not been able to breathe without you..."

"I said let go of me," I sneered, but he wouldn't listen.

"Just one drink, let's talk, I promise, after one drink I won't..."

"No!" I glared.

"Is there a problem here?" I heard Richard's voice from behind me and, for some reason, felt relief for a fraction of a second.

"None of your business, man, move along, I'm talking to my girlfriend," Damon glared.

It was a blur of motion. One minute Damon's hand was around my wrist, pulling me away, the next he was pinned to the ground with Richard on top of him punching the shit out of him.

"Let go of me you fucking asshole," Damon cursed.

I didn't wait for the issue to escalate before I left.

I quickly found the Uber app on my phone and called for an Uber.

I wanted to be out of here as soon as possible.

I paced the sidewalk, my mind racing.

"Are you okay?" Richard appeared.

"No," I shook my head. "I just want to go home, please, just go."

"I can't do that, I'll take you home, come on,"

"I've already called an Uber."

"You don't look okay, please let me take you home. I'll feel better knowing you are safe."

A sigh escaped my lips, and I nodded.

"Fine," I said, trying to prevent the stupid tears from falling from my eyes.

I followed him to the parking lot, and he helped me get in before slipping into the driver's seat and driving off.

The car ride was silent, with me looking out the window, trying not to think of the disaster of a date. Everything had been going great until those fuckers showed up.

Richard finally pulled up to my apartment building.

I opened the door at the speed of light and ran into the building, feeling completely embarrassed.

I could hear Richard's footsteps as he followed me up I didn't stop him. I just wanted to get inside and forget about today...

I fished for my keys as soon as I got to my door, groaning in annoyance when I didn't find them.

"Here, I'll help you find it," Richard's voice said from behind, and normally, I wouldn't have taken his help, but I knew I was too agitated to get anything done, so I handed him my bag.

He took it from me and found my keys in seconds.

He insisted on the key and opened the door.

"Thanks,* I whispered and walked in, walking straight to the fridge and plucking a bottle of water from the fridge and gulping it down, then plucking a bottle of wine from the cabinet and pouring myself a drink.

"Want some?" I asked Richard who was staring at me from the living room, his expression impassive.

"Sure..." he nodded, and I poured him a glass.

"It's cheap wine," I warned

He said nothing and just drank the wine.

I sat at the dining table for what felt like an hour, staring out my window.

"You know you don't have to be here, right? I'm fine, you did a good job, I'll give you a five-star review."

"I know, but you, I want to be here."

I nodded, secretly glad for his company.

"So, you wanna talk about it?"

"No," I shook my head. There was nothing to talk about.

There was a long silence that stretched for thirty minutes.

Richard finally stood up and grabbed the wine bottle I was pouring for myself.

"That's enough drinking..."

He said, and I shot up from my seat, annoyed.

"How dare..."

"How dare I?" he asked, stepping closer to me to a point where he was barely a breath away. I didn't move away. Instead, my breath hitched.

"Look,.I don't know who you are, but I think I know what's going on... I've been here. Drinking isn't going to solve your problem. You know what will? Talking about it, but if you don't want to, maybe sex..the offer is still on the table, and I don't mean because of the contract. I know that was your ex that cheated on you, you really want to get over him, then let me help you."

Without thinking, I kissed him. He kissed me back, and before I could think, he had me on the coffee table, bunching up my gown, his lips dotting kisses down my neck.

I was going to regret this in the morning, but tonight, I wanted to forget.