Blasphemous (Torn #3)(85)
Emma was holding her ground and I wanted to believe her, so f*uking badly, but I knew once push came to shove, she might have to rethink her decision.
“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is war; love is growing up.”
- James A. Baldwin
Torn Series:
1. Scornfully Yours (Emma) out now 2. Frayed (Trista) out now 3. Blasphemous (Emma #2) 4. Scorned (Lindsey) July 7 2013
5. Fixated on You (Emma #3) August 2013
6. Crushed (Amber) September 2013
Chasing Series:
Chasing Beautiful (out now) Chasing Imperfection (out now) Chasing Paradise (June 30)
Lily’s Mistake (out now)
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CHASE
Prologue
I watch her from across the backyard, where I’m leaning against a wall.
She is so beautiful; she is dressed in white and looks so ethereal.
Like an angel.
I keep staring at her, hoping for her to glance up.
To notice me.
To see if she feels this attraction I’m feeling for her.
I’ve never felt anything like it.
She is chatting with another girl, and laughing loudly. I find my own lips twitching.
I don’t know what it is about her that draws me in, but I’ve never felt this towards a woman before.
More than lust.
Something.. else.
Something that makes me want to protect her, cherish her.
“Don’t even go there,” I hear in a dangerous rumble from behind me. It’s my friend, whose house I’m currently visiting. I ignore him, my eyes still on the angel, but he continues, “I wouldn’t let you near any of my sisters or cousins, but not her, definitely not her.” I bite the inside of my cheek. “She’s a good girl, and only seventeen. Come on let’s get out of here.” He slaps my back in a friendly gesture, as if to soften the blow of his words.
I glance longingly at her one last time, before I turn around and follow him.
I know I don’t deserve her.
But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop wanting her.
Chapter 1
I was screwed.
And not in a good way.
I glanced back at the newspaper in my hand, the page full of red circles. After seeing five different places that were close to my university, I was down to the last one. The others had been terrible. I don’t even want to go into what the guy at the last house offered me; I hope he was still lying on the floor in the fetal position after I kneed him in his junk. I started classes in one week and I still had no place to stay. I repeat-I was screwed.
I grew up in a small town with my family, and I’d driven up from there to look for a place. I’ve been staying in a motel for the last two nights, trying my luck for a decent place to stay that’s in this area. I stare at the ad for the last place. Room available for rent. 100 per week. Perfect for student. It’s only five minutes away from my uni which is perfect. I lay the newspaper down in the front seat of my black Subaru Forrester Sti GT and drive towards the house.
I park my car behind a black expensive looking jeep and make my way to the front door. There is a sexy looking Harley in the drive way too. The house is gorgeous, two storey and modern, all cream and black. I knock on the door, and no one answers. I wait a few minutes and knock again. This time the door opens. A guy sticks his head out, blonde hair mussed. He looks two or so years older than my twenty, and I must say he is pretty cute. Pale blue eyes, a straight nose, and full lips, the bottom one pierced with a small hoop through it. Hot!
He looks me up and down and grins, his blue eyes crinkling, ‘Hello’. His grin is contagious and I find myself grinning too.
“Hi I’m Layla. I’m here about the room for rent?” He looks confused for a moment, but then nods in realization. “Of course, come on in Layla.” I glance down and only then, realize he is shirtless, only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. I blush and look at the floor, and then I hear him chuckle. I slowly raise my eyes to his amused ones.
“Come on, I’ll give you a tour. I’m James by the way.”
The house is amazing, spacious and surprisingly tidy. Considering this is my last option I feel like I’ve won the lottery. We pass four bedrooms and I’m very curious as to who else lives here. James shows me the guest room and it’s perfect. I thought it would be tiny but it’s more than enough room for me.
James clears his throat. “So are you a student then?”
I nod. “Yes I start next week.”
He smiles. “Great! Well you seem normal enough. Definitely cute enough.”
The last part was mumbled under his breath. I laugh. I know what he means, considering the last few places I just checked out. It’s harder than you’d think to find non creepy people to share a place with.