Irresistible Bachelors: Books 1-5 by Landish, Lauren (classic literature books .TXT) 📗

he tell me he was leaving?” I mutter. He was asleep when I got in the shower, or at least he appeared to be. If he had to get up, why not knock on the door and tell me he was leaving?

The thought unsettles me. We’d talked about spending the day together, and now he’s gone. Again. I’m not going to make the same mistake, so I look around for a note, confused when I see a stack of money sitting on a piece of paper on my nightstand.

I walk over and pick up the stack of bills. It must be a thousand dollars here. My heart racing, I pick up the note and read it. Anger twists my stomach as I read it. Enjoy my day off? “What the fuck?”

Leaving money with a woman after a night of sex is what men do with prostitutes. And while I feel like Gavin may have tapped into my inner slut, there’s a world of difference between being a slut and being a whore. I wrap my arm across my chest, squeezing myself tight. Is that what Gavin thought this was? That by taking my ass cherry, he owed me something? To assuage his guilty conscience, he thinks giving me money will make things better?

I don't want his pity or his sympathy. I’ve stood on my own long before I even knew who Gavin Adams was. And yeah, I slept with him, but that doesn’t mean he owes me anything. A part of me feels like he’s just paying this because he knows that he’ll be leaving tomorrow and this is his peace offering money.

I sink down onto the bed, barely able to breathe. Seeing the note and the money clip has jolted me out of my trance. I feel like I’ve deluded myself. He’s going to be gone tomorrow. Can I really try to have a long-distance thing with a man who’s going to have women throw themselves at him like Gavin Adams? And if I can’t, why make my heartache that much worse?

Still, it angers me that he snuck out this morning and cheapened our experience by leaving money.

The more I think about everything, the more upset I get, regardless of his attempt at a nice note.

Eventually, I can take no more. I get up and start getting dressed. My second-best pants, a decent blouse, and just a touch of makeup. Although Vandenburgh is the last fucking person I want to have a chance to run into on my day off, I’m going in to work.

I need someone to talk to. And I know just the girl.Gavin

“You’re not taking her anywhere,” I growl to the man, Kevin, in black leather holding Kara’s arm. “If you try it, I’ll fucking kill you, you fucking fuck face.”

Someone was paid to write this? How many times can I say fuck in a sentence?

“Jack!” Kara cries weakly. She’s bruised, bleeding from a cut on her cheek where Kevin’s already smacked her around, and she knows what I’m doing is stupid. “Please don't do this. Go and save yourself!”

“No, Kara. I’m not letting him take you anywhere. He doesn’t own you. Not anymore.” I scowl angrily, stepping forward. My eyes dart around, but Kevin’s alone. He looks like he’s in decent shape, but I also know that he intends to hurt the woman I love, and come hell or high water, I’m not going to let her get taken away from me again.

Kevin laughs. “Would you listen to this shit? Kara, this prick doesn’t even know you more than a few days, and now he thinks he can tell me that your puss isn’t mine.” He scowls at me. “Fuck off, dipshit. Kara’s coming with me.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” I say, balling my fists. A few days? I’ve known her for years, almost since we were kids, and I’ve loved her nearly as long. Now that I finally have her, he’s not going to take her from me. “Run, Kara, run!”

I rush forward, a roar of anger tearing from my chest while Kara lets out a scream. She tries to pull away from Kevin as I lower my shoulder and hit him in the stomach, lifting him high into the air to try and tear him away from her. When I feel his grip loosen, I turn, slamming him into the floor as we get into an epic struggle.

I began pounding away at him, letting loose with all of the rage that’s been building inside me ever since Kara told me the truth about her past. But all of my strength and anger aren’t helpful as my fist hits nothing but the wooden floorboards as Kevin deflects my punch. “Asshole!”

Kevin lets out a growl of rage and with a giant heave, throws me off him. I land on my back and scramble to my feet, barely avoiding the boot that goes slamming into the space my head had been seconds before. “You think you can just waltz up in here and take my shit?” Kevin growls, reaching for me. “You’re a fucking dead man.”

I slam my fist into the side of his face. I’ve had a few throw downs in my time, and all of the strength and muscle I’ve built in the auto shop are put behind it. He staggers, whining like a whipped dog as he grabs his face, and I smile. I grab him by his arm and pull him into me, wrapping my hands around him, ready to see if I can dribble his head like a basketball.

“I think you got that wrong, buddy,” I growl in his ear. “I just proposed to ‘your girl’ right before you showed up, and after I’m done whipping the shit out of you, I’m going to take her back to my house and we’re going to fuck all night long.”

I begin choking Kevin as he struggles against me, raining blows against my abdomen, but I barely feel them. I’ve