10 Tension in the House 3.4

Fuck man, now I felt a headache coming on. I looked down at her in disbelief. Bad enough she thought it was noteworthy to fuck my life over, but where the hell had she drawn the conclusion that I even had a wife. I should have taken Ren up on his offer for a drink but When Dodger called and told me something was wrong with this brat. I took a rain check grabbed my jacket and left Ren to fend for himself tonight on the town. Not that he'd go anywhere. One, because his love and devotion to Anna was uncanny, now that they were finally married and their little girl was born. Even before that after meeting her all the shit they went through he struggled to be unfaithful just to try and forget her which obviously didn't work not that I could blame the fucker. I smile a little thinking about her and their little girl who looks just like Anna practicing walking in the garden. My chest didn't feel as tight as it used to.

"Well?" My thoughts broken by an impatient, panicked little voice. I almost want to laugh how much she looks like a kid about to cry if I tattle told on her. I clear my throat trying to reclaim my composure and ruffle her hair. I hear a little complaint as I mess up the job the hairstylists did.

"Sorry if that's what troubled you all day, don't worry Jenny I didn't speak a word of it. It's my fault not yours after al what happened. Besides." I say standing up and stretching. "I don't have a wife. I look back over my shoulder watching her blink in surprise.

"What?" she scrambles to her feet. "You said you had family matters to attend to. Where you really just skipping out on your job like a useless bum."

"Think what you want but I was taking care of family, in fact because I heard something was wrong with you. I bailed on him to come see what was up. Incase you had gotten another of those packages or something and Dodger missed it."

I watch her every move hearing Rens words in my head. Fuckers trying to play match maker for me now problem is I need to like the girl first. This one just gets under my skin with every movement. Every time she lifts her hand to her chest to argue, every time I see tension fade, every time I feel her eyes waver but still burn with fire drying up the tears. Every time I reach out my thumb tracing her soft bottom lip holding her chin. I drop my hand. Watching her softly suck in and bite her lip. It had to be the moonlight right now. Only reason I feeling crazy that and idiot Ren and his You falling hard comment. No way in fucking hell, she was temperamental, unorganized, no control over her own life and didn't know when to shut her mouth. Maybe if I put a ball gag in it that help. I frown at my last thought where the hell did that come from.

"Get inside, now that you know everything's fine, finish your damn job your holding everyone up. I hate incompetent woman the most don't drag people into your problems when it comes to work. I watch the light in her eyes suddenly change to anger as she glares at me.

"Go fuck yourself, I will never worry about you again. y\You can fucking die for all I care." She growls storming back off into the studio.

I sigh. I hear a chuckle behind me causing me to glare as I look back. This fucker followed me.

"So that's the little Typhoon. Have to admit she's cute and definitely going to keep you on your toes."

"Don't make me kill you brother, she's the job nothing more."

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Slamming the door, I went back in with a new resolve I'd show that jerk how competent I was. I found director apologizing for the trouble I caused making sure he got a good look at all the right curves. His broad smile said my flirty hooked him. As music became load and the lights dim to low girl after girl strutted their stuff, looking as sexy as they can for the director. I look around the corner I had another target in mind but after what I said would he even come in. My eyes dart around expectantly when I hear the door open to the studio. I notice two men walk in a man on the left was about six-foot auburn brown hair with auburn eyes, white dress shirt fit well, black dress slacks also fit like it was tailored and dress shoes. His hair falling forward into his face like a lion mane, his facial features elegant and masculine, his aura radiating dangerous as he glared around looking at people. Next to him, stood Maliki as if he belonged there, a power I had never sensed before. I shiver as my eyes follow them. They make their way to Dodger. The man shaking Dodgers hand. I can see even that big man was nervous at the mysterious man's presence.

The girl in front of me finally takes off down the run way, I count to ten my heel boot slams down on the cat walk with a power and elegance. I feel my body heat up. I wanted his eyes on me. I push forward on foot in front of the other. I pause turning toward them. I smirk as I notice his arms across his chest a brooding expression as he watches, his eyes narrow with a new intensity I couldn't place but rather like as I spun around then continued down the walk stopping at the end to see the directors gaze on me as I did my last turn around and then headed back off the cat walk. I took a deep breath finally we made it through with no accidents. I take a deep breath and glance out back at the stage.

"That was beautifully done." The silky sickening sound of the directors' voice. I cringe, I had this coming flirting with him to get forgiveness.

I turn around smiling as big as I can. "Thank you Mr. Bushear, If you hadn't given me the second chance I would never have had a chance to prove myself." I thank him as best as I can without puking.

I hear a tsk as he clicks his tongue, I feel his eyes undressing me. I fidget uncomfortably. "You know." He steps closer putting his arm against the wall trapping me. "If you really want to thank me." He tries to give me a smoldering sexy look that looks more like he is kissing a fish.

"Excuse me," I try to duck under his arm to get away.

"No need to be shy." He hooks an arm around my waist. Pulling me back against the wall. If I act violently, I can kiss my place in the show good bye, but there was no way I was going to let him touch me.

"Get your fucking hands off her before I break them."