Buzz!
An idea coming into my mind has my fingers flying across the keyboard of my outdated laptop.
'A soft knock at my bedroom door has my eyes flickering up at the same time a familiar body walks through. Our gazes meet; his being just as intense as I use to remember it. I feel the pull between us. The undeniable passion crying out to be released.'
BUZZ!
"Fucking shit," I mumbled under my breath whilst looking down at my phone in annoyance.
Dom calling...
The bold letters stick out like a sore thumb. I tell myself not to answer it, because it will be more of him begging me to take him back, when, alas, I don't want to. My ex and I are trying to be friends, but it's more like him trying to weasel himself back into my life. My reluctant thumb hits the bright green button to answer the call.
"Why the fuck did you send your little Australian guard dog after me again?!" His deep raspy voice hisses through the phone.
Brows knitting in confusion laced annoyance, I hiss in return, "I didn't send anyone after you."
"Really? Because his little calling card has been left all over everything."
"Dom, what are you talking about?"
"All of my files for work and personal information is gone. Shit everything on my computer has been erased, even those pics you sent me a long time ago."
"Oh my god."
"On top of that my fucking bank account has been majorly raped. I can't even get on my internet. I think I'm being DDoSed."
The more he explained things to me the more it sounded deadly close to the things that I know someone would do. A hand runs through my hair and tugs at the ends.
"I swear to god I didn't tell him to do anything," I mutter more to myself.
The anger in his tone grows, "Are you fucking kidding me?! You did the last time we had a huge fight! This time we have an even bigger one. I tell I'm gonna ruin you, then here comes this shit."
"That's what you've been hell bent on, so why does this change anything?!"
"Don't be act like you're so fucking inno-", he growls through the other end, but I cut him off by jabbing a finger into the screen to end the call.
Now I'm not only angry at him, I'm angry at this other idiot. Before I know it, my purse is in my hand and I'm walking out the door.
One hand unlocks the car door while the other hatefully makes a text. 'Are you home?'
It doesn't take long to get a reply. 'Yeah, watching some footy with the mates.'
Immediately after another comes. 'You ever gonna show?'
'I'm coming,' is the response, but I didn't think about who I'm sending it to.
'I'd like to witness that.' He even tosses a winky face afterwards for good measure.
I scold myself for finding it cute the way he flirts with me. Hell, I find everything he does cute and attractive. That's been my problem for the last few months. It doesn't take long for me to make it up the hill to my destination.
After getting out of the car, I square my shoulders in determination. I will not let the charm and sexy accent sway me from my mission for the millionth time. Out of nervous habit, my fingers run through the long chestnut locks hanging over my shoulders as my free hand pounds on the door. Hearing someone yell prompts the memory of having a key to this particular house and I fish it out of the small pocket in the back of my purse. He has one to mine as well.
"Where is he?!" I practically bark with fury upon entry, stomping to the TV area with purpose.
Several heads whirl around from their spots whilst someone calls out, "When did you get a key?"
"It doesn't matter. Where the fuck is Jay?!"
No one gives me an answer as usual. I set about looking around the house and I find him in the hallway, walking towards me with his head down, playing with his phone. Mine beeps, making him look up to see where the noise has come from. The sexy little crooked smirk he gives me practically knocks the wind out of me.
Anger and giddiness rush through me at the same time we meet in the middle of the hallway. The sexual tension between always seems to be magnified by a hundred whenever we're alone. His hand resting on my waist finally pulls me from the trance he always seems to put me in. I place a palm on his hard chest to keep him from hugging me, fighting the urge to run it all over.
"I have a question to ask you."
He bites his lip and releases it as his arm snakes around my waist finally. "Fire away."
There's a soft padding sound against the carpet behind me as I finally work up the courage to ask, "Did you do anything to Dom? Yanno after our talk a few nights ago."
"Maybe." The flirty look he flashes makes me want to think he's joking like always.
"Seriously, Jay."
His gazes flickers passed me before settling back to the previous position. Something shifts in his appearance and then I suddenly know that what Dom said was true. I push Jay away from me as multiple emotions courses through my body.
"I can't believe you did that! What the hell is wrong with you!?" I hiss at him angrily while poking him in the chest.