-Chapter Ten! Woot! It will be good n long!
~*Chapter Ten*~
I was deep in thought when I swore an unidentified flying object just crashed onto my head with caused me to scream like a girl and had me instantly broken away from the chain of headache, jumping off the bed. My blood drained from my face as I looked at the crumble of dark towel, which I nearly fainted if wasn't for the bed post to hold on me. Nothing was worse than Luke's dirty towel, not even an UFO.
Cussing under my breath, I brushed off those invisible germs, earning a look from Luke. What? He wasn't the person who got attacked by the dirtiest towel in this planet.
"You are an idiot," I could feel the slimy substance in my fingertips. This was unacceptable and very disgusting.
Luke raised a brow, "I washed it." I mouthed an 'O' and picked up the towel gently, quickly threw it back to where it belonged. The underworld.
"Are you kidding me? You called that washed?" Permanent black and brown stains were everywhere, infected on the supposed fuzzy pristine towel. Even the strongest washing detergent couldn't get rid of these marks of death. Seriously, this man needed a real life.
"I rinsed it once, just shut up and dry your hair, breakfast is on the table." Luke walked out and closed the door behind, I huffed and stood up, deciding whether to use the damned towel.
Looking at the towel, my mind was debating. Yes or no? I went forward, gulping as I reached for the monstrous towel.
"Nah," I laughed as I flipped my damp hair, sprinkling water on the carpet. I messed through my hair with my fingers, it was good enough to me. If Stacy, my hairdresser was here, I wouldn't able to get out alive.
I was wearing another set of Luke's clothes, a pink and red plaid shirt and one pair of his imfamous faded jeans. I looped a bronze silver-studded belt through the pant hoops, then tugged on the black combat boots. I took a look at my reflection before and I looked good in these, like a guy you didn't want to mess with - which was exactly who I wanted to be.
This land was full of unusal freaks, mostly the mayor that had been hiding something from me, or worse, all of the folks. Maybe I could ask Luke, he seemed to know nothing but it was worth a try.
As I walked around the room, I kept my gaze from the bed with its rumpled sheets. Earlier I'd heard the sounds of banging pans and sizzling bacon. It awoke me from my deep slumber, and I was real cranky when I didn't get my 10 hours of sleep per day. I normally woke up in the afternoon if there were no work to bother me.
And Luke just had to ruin it for me on weekend.
I got to the kitchen, a quick glance out the window caught me to stop on track.
Luke stood next to a white Volvo, talking through the open window to a stranger. I couldn't see much through this traslucent window. My eyes narrowed on his casual stance and naked back. I scoffed, the man was too conceited for his own good. He stood there looking as if nothing had happened. his usual cocky, confident and gorgeous self. I envied of that but at the same time I felt a desire to be quenched.
It would be bullshit for me to say I wasn't ready for sex with his awesome body, but the timing wasn't right and I couldn't but to panic when I started to think about the first time I did with Jacob.
Shit, he just had to emerge in every single one of my events, didn't he?
The aroma of bacon pulled my thought and my gaze away from the window and down to plates filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Typical American breakfast, I grabbed a piece of bacon and took a bite of it.
Moaning, I thought of floating on heaven.
I soon recovered from the divine taste of it and debated what to do today.
I could always hitch a ride with Kyle -definitely not Luke's bumper ride- and asked around the town to see whoever knew what was happening to this secretive land.
I was going to dial Kyle's number when Luke snatched away my phone out from my hand, shoving into his pocket.
"Give me back my phone!" I reached out for his pocket but he backed away, smirking at me.
"I don't have time to play silly game with you!" Upon saying that, my phone rang. I went quickly for it but Luke was faster, answering it without my permission.
Jerk.
I could hear the other line practically screaming at Luke, it was directly for me of course. Luke furrowed his brows as he tried to make the sound of it.
"I'm sorry, Tristan is not around. He is busy makin' love with me and do not call back at any circumstances, thank you." With that he ended the call and slipped it back to his pocket like nothing had happened.
Oh, my, freaking, Channing Tatum...
He did not just say that, he couldn't be!
"What the fuck have you done? Who was that!" I was bellowing and I couldn't care less, he was ruining my reputation if that was one of the agents. I believed the idiot wouldn't not notice that rich Texas thang of Luke. It was manly and it was a hundred percent belonged to a man.
I could see the headline now, 'The Tristan Rince Turns Cowboys On : Gay?'
"It sounds like a woman." It sounds like?
My mind filtered through some names. It wasn't possibly be Jenn (how I wished it was her), she wouldn't scold at me. And it wasn't Stacy because she rarely called me up. Paula? Kassandra? Cassie? Mandy? Janet? Ashley? Allison?
Feline?
This was even horrible than 'The Vow', I was screwed.
"What did she say? Did she say anything about the phrase 'I'm hanging your head on the wall'?" I wanted to kill him so badly but after he told me what that bitch had said.
"She was blabbering 'bout something I didn't know and she did say about DA or something but no phrases."
Good, good. It meant I was safe for awhile.
Oh no, Feline knew I was gay and she was the one who told me to stay in the closet if I wanted to survive in Hollywood. She was bitch but not a homophobic and I thanked to that. But she would really hang me if I didn't bring Danny back to LA.
48 hours was up, and I still got nothing. Danny refused to even acknowledge my presence when I met up with him the second time, something was pushing him back to the dark and I had to know why.
"Luke, do you know anything about your mayor?" I asked boldly, crossing my arms over my chest. His eye twictched at the mention of him.
Bingo.
"Why?" Luke was quick, but I was quicker this time and blocked his path. He wanted to avoid my machine gun, no such luck.
"Tell me everything about him and I won't harm you," Luke snickered, crossing his arms too. 'What are you goin' to do? Beat me? Darlin', you are too sunny to do bad thing."
"Okay, that's a bad figure of speech to describe of me. I am not sunny, I am a spit ball of fire if I didn't get what I wanted. Come on, spill the beans now."
Luke's eyes was locked on mine, "there's no bean to spill." Damn, this was what I hated. His cocky confident shit, he almost had me inside his trap again.
"Don't fuck with me, Luke. I came to Texas not to play, but to work. And I am just trying to do my job," my hands reached for his cheeks as I cupped them, "and you won't want me to get scold at right?"
Luke groaned and wanted to pull away, but he was weak as he was leaning towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I didn't expect to be this easy, but I guessed my charm was still working.
"So tell me, Luke," I played with his smooth chest, twirling around his sensitive nipples, "what is your mayor hiding?"
The spell had broken instantly when I mentioned of the stupid name, he pulled away too quickly and nearly tripped himself if I didn't hold him. Luke cussed and got away from my grip, backpedaling until his back hit the sofa.
That did it, if he didn't want to talk then I had to find the answer to myself. Eyeing on the set of keys next to a worn caramel wallet, I snatched it off the table and off to the front door.
I made a run towards his trunk, jumping in the driver seat in a swift movement. I managed to start the engine and locked the door, adjusting the seat right before his shock wore off.
"Now, Tristan." He came out running, eyes held concern as I looked away. Oh no he didn't, I wouldn't let him use my vulnerability against me.
Luke hurried across the dirt yard. "That's a pretty big truck for a little boy like you-"
I hit the pedal to the metal as the loud rumbling startled both of us, Luke stepped in front with his hands held up in a surrender mode.
"Now, Tristan, darlin'. I don't think this is the time for you to drive around the town aimlessly. I really do not anything about the mayor. Besides, I'll take you anywhere and you won't have to drive."
"Fuck you, Luke. My heart is only for Channing Tatum, asshole."
His baby blue eyes windened, and his strong jaw dropped.
I could feel the adrenaline rush inside my system, roaring into life like this monster truck.
I felt surprisingly good, and awesome.
I popped the truck into drive just as Luke recovered from his frozen state, the huge tires rolled toward him and he moved quickly enough.
"Tristan!" His voice no longer sounded all southern sweetness as I maneuvered the truck to the narrow road. "This isn't funny anymore. Damn it, Tristan, you get back here this instant!"
"Sorry mom, I'm just doing the right thing and I am getting pregnant!"
I gunned the truck, and it shot out into the road amid a spray of dust and gravel. I fought to control this beast, and from the look of rearview mirror, Luke stood in the plume of dust with his eyes squinted was pissed off very well.
Ignoring the spark of sadness the sight evoked, I looked away and concentrated on driving.
I was here to finish my job, not falling in love.
Love could wait, even it was the one that got away...
~*End of Chapter Ten*~
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