Fool for Love (Believe #2) Read Online Free

result in him kicking me out.
    Not really sure of what to say now that we’ve settled on the course of action, I look down at my bare feet. My robe barely covers my thighs, and I don’t want this stranger – because that is what he remains to be – to get the wrong idea.
    Even if my libido seems to have taken a fancy to him already.
    “Errm – I’m just going to get dressed,” I mutter and turn away. Tucking some strands of my blonde hair away from my cheek, I pretend to not feel his eyes on my back as I leave him alone.
    What an afternoon.
    Quickly, I gather my clothes and head towards the bathroom.

 
    I WATCH MY UNWANTED tenant until she has locked the door to the bathroom.
    Fuck me.
    I take a deep breath, my senses unable to ignore the floral scent that lingers in her wake. As warmth starts to spread in my dick, I groan.
    “Shit,” I whisper, wishing that I could yell in frustration, or punch a hole in the wall next to me. Instead, I reign in the temper rising in me. The last thing I need right now is this woman – this young woman – to come running, looking at me in fear with those grey eyes of hers.
    “Fuck, man, you’re losing your mind,” I whisper, rubbing my tired eyes.
    The alcohol in my body is beginning to ebb away, and a faint throb of discomfort is having a field day in my temples. I know that coffee will be the perfect cure, of course, and I stare at the machine in front of me, willing the antidote to my hangover to get ready sooner rather than later.
    The anger that was dulled by the whiskey is clawing at my insides, and it only strengthens as thoughts of Donna – the fucking cunt – invades my headspace once more. Of all the luck in the world…
    There I was, at my favourite bar, just around the corner from my apartment, having the best time trying to get into the pants of a busty blonde, when she sat down beside me and interrupted my plans for the night.
    Today’s date never ceases to get easier for me, and I have accepted that it never will. But did it have to be made even more miserable by the presence of her ?
    Apparently so. Karma is a bitch, always biting my ass. In my case, Karma is called Donna Winthorpe. If I could, I’d move to San Francisco on a permanent basis, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let her drive me away from the city that has been my home all my life.
    New York saved me when I couldn’t save myself. When all my happiness disappeared and I wasn’t fit to be around anybody, least of all my own family; when the light gave way to darkness, and I got close to giving in to it for all eternity.
    I’m not a sentimental man – except when it comes to this great city.
    In need of noise and people? I go to the nearest subway and head downtown.
    If I want quiet and solitude, Central Park is the perfect place.
    And best of all? If I want to find an easy target to fulfil my sexual needs, I only have to take a cab to my cousin’s joint, The Vault , to get my dick wet.
    Simple. Easy. Convenient.
    A necessity to a man such as myself.
    Unclenching my hands resting on the countertop, I reach for the coffee and force my thoughts away from my nemesis. Immediately, they veer off to my gorgeous tenant.
    Suzy.
    Shaking my head, I curse silently.
    Only twenty-four years old. So young. Way too young for a man pushing forty to have the kind of thoughts my dick has at the moment. I blame the lack of a hard fuck for this. If I were in the right frame of mind, I’d never even contemplate the fantasy that is currently running on repeat in my head.
    But those lips of hers…they were made for sin.
    With a low groan, my dick begins to rise to the occasion, and I pour my first cup of the day. As the warm liquid runs down my throat, I close my eyes and lean my head back, momentarily content. I sigh, unable to ignore the throbbing in my dick anymore. I grab it in my right fist through my jeans and squeeze, hard.
    “Oh, my,” a breathy voice interrupts me. My eyes fly open, and I turn my head