FULL NOVELXO Fierce Betrayal: Chapter 6
I floor the accelerator of my truck as I turn out of the driveway of my best friend’s house. In all the times I’ve been there, I have never left the place so quickly, yet been so desperate to stay.
“Fuck,” I snarl, slamming my hands against the wheel. What the fuck am I playing at here? I know how dangerous it is to be in her company alone, but I do it to myself anyway. Torturing myself with the whisper of a promise of something I can never have. Of all the women in LA, why is it Lucia Montoya who seems to occupy my every waking thought?
Is it because she’s so unattainable? I don’t think so though. I have never been into the chase. I’m more of a cards on the table and let’s do this kind of guy. So what the fuck is it? Why can I not get this fucking woman out of my head? Not only is she Alejandro’s daughter—and he would cut off my balls for even thinking about her that way—but she is way too young for me.
I know she has a crush on me. She’s had one for years, but I always told myself it was harmless because I would never act on it in a million years. So when did our relationship become something more than what it was? When did I start looking forward to seeing her and wondering what she was doing? When did I start imagining what it would be like to have those beautiful red lips wrapped around my cock and to hold her incredible ass in the palm of my hands? Not to mention the thought of actually fucking her makes me feel like I’m going to blow my load like a horny teenage boy.
My cock throbs in my jeans and I groan out loud, glancing down at my groin. “This is all your fault,” I mutter.
As soon as I figure I’ve put enough distance between Lucia and my overactive cock, I slow down. I blew off a date with a Victoria’s Secret model to spend the evening with Lucia and the boys tonight. She only comes to LA a couple of times a year and we always hook up, and it is always fun, so why the hell didn’t I stick to the script and go out with her?
I don’t do relationships. I do casual sex and fuck buddy arrangements, and they have served me well ever since I started dating. In my line of work, it’s better not to get too attached anyway, so why does it feel like it’s no longer enough?
I think about Lucia again. The way her long dark hair falls over her shoulders. The way she smiles at me when she thinks no one else is looking. The way she laughs. Her firm tits and that juicy round ass. Argh. Fucking stop it, Jax!
She’s had a rough start in life. When she first met Alana, Alejandro had me look into her. Of course, back then we had no idea she was actually a Montoya—Lucia didn’t even know herself. But what I uncovered was that she had been neglected and abused her whole life. Her mom killed herself when Lucia was just eight and after that she was left to the mercy of the man she believed was her father and her psychotic older brothers. I never uncovered the extent of what happened in her home growing up but I can use my imagination and I don’t like where it takes me.
Lucia Montoya is a woman of stark contrasts. Both the toughest, and yet in some ways, the most fragile woman I know. To the outside world, she is Alejandro’s daughter. And being the King’s daughter is not an easy crown to wear, but she does it well. With humility, class and plenty of sass. She is feisty and independent. She is intelligent, quick-witted and has the kind of smart mouth that makes me want to put her over my knee and spank her ass. Hard.
That is what everyone else sees. But to the few people who are blessed to know her, she is also kind, funny and sweet. She would do anything to help a friend in trouble. She’s an amazing mom to Matthias. She has the richest parents in LA, but she lives a modest lifestyle and is grateful for every cent and every single thing she gets. She could kick back and take some time off now that she’s finished college, but she refuses to let someone else pay her way now that she is able to.
She might not be Alejandro and Alana’s biological daughter, but she manages to embody the finest qualities in each of them. She’s a wildcat. Never backs down from a fight. Always has to have the last word. But, I see every part of her, even the ones that she tries her best to hide. The part that craves approval and affection. The woman who never quite feels good enough no matter how much evidence to the contrary. The woman who would make stupid choices for a chance at true love.
Isn’t that why I can’t stop thinking about her? Because I know all there is to know about her. I know her flaws but all I see are strengths.