Love At First Hate (Love At Firsts Book 2)(13)

I was fine with just seeing each other once every other day or week, but now that he knows where I work, I’m wondering if I’ll be seeing him more often. A part of me wants to. He’s easy on the eyes and wakes something in me that I didn’t know existed. The other part of me wants him to forget I even exist and to leave me alone. That part is usually very quiet and rarely able to cloud my mind.

He wants me to tattoo him. To tattoo his leg. Right by his dick. I don’t know if it’s done on purpose or if he just genuinely wants me to finish his leg sleeve. From what I’ve seen, it looks impressive. I’ll be honored to add to it, but it’ll take all my might to focus on the task ahead and not want to grab his big cock and suck it off. What is happening to me?

I groan in frustration and hoist my bag on my shoulder. My work is done at the shop for the day, and I’m so glad it finally is. It’s quite stressful to get a shop up and running when you have a set date, and my encounter with Matt is still messing me up. I need to go to the gym to blow off some steam.

Knowing Lindsey is going to be coming tonight isn’t helping my stress levels. I don’t want to be mean and take out my anger on her. She has nothing to do with the fact that I feel nothing for her. I should cut her lose, but I can’t.

“Have a good night, Nate,” Mina says as I leave the shop, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“You too, doll.” I smile at her and walk through the door and to my car. I get in and throw my bag on the seat next to me before setting off for the gym.

Two hours later, I’m finally back home. I need a long relaxing shower and a good wank. The built-up tension there was in the shop with Matt earlier still has its effect on me. I’ve had a boner since he came into the shop, and the last thing I need is for Lindsey to think I’m hard for her.

“Fucking hell!” I exclaim loudly as I see Lindsey’s car parked in the driveway. Just what I f*cking needed. I park in the street so that she still has space to leave. I really don’t want her to spend the night here.

I pick up my bag and my gym bag and get out of the car. I really don’t want to see her but the sooner I go in, the sooner she’ll leave. And she probably heard me come back. It’s not like you can go undetected with an Impala, she purrs loud and proud. Like Matt.

As I’m about to open the door, I see Matt being dropped off by the beautiful redhead he’s often with. He gives her a quick peck, and she slaps his chest before shooing him out of the car. What is going on between them, and why do I suddenly feel jealous? I need to get a grip before I go in.

I quickly unlock the door and walk in. The delicious smell of chicken parmesan greets me as I close the door. At least that’s something to look forward to, home-cooked food.

“Hi, baby.” Lindsey’s annoying voice greets me. My suspicions of her making a double of my house key behind my back are confirmed now.

“Hey. Didn’t know you had a key to my place?”

“Oh yeah, your father gave me one. It’s about time we have a key to each other’s places, not that we’ll need to live in different houses much longer. Your father might be able to secure us a deal on a brand new house. It looks amazing. I have so many ideas already on how to decorate it,” she says excitedly, busying herself in the kitchen.

“Great,” I groan and walk upstairs without kissing her. My mood turned to shit when I saw her car in the driveway, but knowing that my father is looking for a place for the both of us isn’t something I was prepared for. At least not at this time.

I spend as much time as I can under the warm water, wanting to avoid Lindsey. I really should break up with her. It’s not fair to either of us, I just don’t know how to approach the subject.

A loud bang on the door makes me jump and brings me out of my thoughts of breaking up with Lindsey.

“What?” I shout.

“Dinner’s ready, baby!” she yells from the other side of the door.

“I’ll be down in a minute.” I sigh and turn off the shower. I step out and pat myself dry. Images of Matt from last night invade my thoughts. Why is it that when you least need it that you have those kind of images go through your head and get you hard? I really want to know.

I put on boxers and sweatpants quickly before going downstairs. If I take any longer, she’ll think something is up.

“Took you long enough.” Here comes the nagging.

“You know it always takes me some time to take care of my leg.” I sit at the table and open my beer bottle.

“No kiss or hello or how was your day?” she asks in an offended tone.

“How was your day?” I lean over and peck her lips quickly before diving into the food.

“I went shopping with your stepmom. We saw the perfect wedding dress for whenever you decide to propose.” She smirks at me, and I choke on a piece of chicken I was just swallowing.

“Are you trying to f*cking kill me?” I cough and try to exhale to get my lungs to work properly again.

“Why would you say that? Are you trying to say the food is disgusting?” She’s already offended. Tonight is going to be a long one.

“No, I didn’t say that. I’m just saying you don’t say that kind of thing, especially not when I’m eating and when you damn well know that I don’t want to get married. Not now, not ever.” I try to keep my cool, but she’s really getting on my nerves.