Protecting His Forever

By: LeAnn Ashers



He arches his eyes brow at me and looks up glaring as Kane comes back into the dining room. I can’t resist looking at Kane. To my surprise, he is smirking at Ethan with a look of determination. Oh, yeah. Ethan isn’t scaring him away that easy.

I’m not a crazy person, and resisting Kane would be absolutely stupid. Kane is hot. The kind of hot that makes a woman combust with the smirk he has and that freaking dimple. Hell.

“You want some more pie, Chase?”

Chase gives her his panty-dropping smile that has her blushing.

“You can have all my pie you want,” she says then her eyes widen as she realizes what she just said.

“Ma!” I hiss and drop my head to the table.

“Fucking-A, Mom! Don’t say shit like that,” Ethan yells.

Chase and Kane laugh their butts off. When I hear a soft giggle beside me, I look up to see Brae with a grin on her face. She notices Ethan and me looking at her and instantly drops her expression.

Taking my phone out of my pocket I check the time. Its eight p.m. and I need to go home and write. Pushing my chair back, I stand up and look at my mom. “I have to go.” I walk over and give her a kiss on the cheek.





Chapter Five


Early Friday Morning





As I leave the mall I get a sense of déjà vu. Gulping I try to block out the images of my attack. The hair on the back of my neck stands up the closer I get to my car. Letting out a deep breath, I quicken my steps.

The sight of a something sticking out of my windshield wipers has me stopping in my tracks. What the hell? I look at my surroundings before I continue closer to my car. Tugging my purse higher on my shoulder I grab the letter.

With shaky feelings I open it. The blood immediately drains from my face? Could this be an accident? The letter has just three words, and the message has me frozen in fear.

Found you Bitch.

Fisting the letter in my hand, I stuff it in my purse not wanting to admit that this could have been for me. Unlocking the door, I climb in the car and start the ignition then drop it in gear. I pull out of the parking lot quickly, not knowing that a man was sitting in his car a few feet away watching me.

Friday night



Tonight I’m going on a date with Kane. Butterflies swarm around my belly in anticipation. Slipping on a pair of black skinny jeans, I pair them with a maroon, mid-sleeve, flowy shirt. Wearing heels isn’t an option. Taking the big barrel curling iron, I curl my hair into sexy waves. I line my eyes with liner and mascara and then I’m finished.

Stepping back, I admire myself. My curvy hips and big butt are on display. Taking my bra straps, I perk my tits up. Grabbing some tinted lip balm, I dab some on my lips. The black eye liner makes my green eyes pop.

I’m not someone who likes to toot her own horn, but I look hot. Grinning at my own expression, I take my purse off the floor and slip my Kindle and phone inside. My Kindle is always with me—you never know when I can sneak in some time to read.

Walking into my living room, I tidy up the room nervously. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I notice the time. 6:49 p.m. Butterflies swarm once more. I’m nervous and this kind of nervous hasn’t happened to me before.

Peeking at the clock again—6:50 p.m. Sighing, I start to sit down on the couch when the doorbell rings. My head snaps up to look at the door. I can do this, I can do this, I chant to myself. Standing tall, I walk to the front door.

My hand is on the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, I swing the door open. There he is. I can’t stop the grin that overtakes my face. He steps forward into the light more and offers me a bouquet of roses.

He has a sideways grin on his face. Taking the flowers from him, I put them up to my nose and sniff.

Looking up, my eyes connect with his. His eyes are such a piercing blue. My eyes drag down his body. His arms are huge and covered in tattoos. That is hotter than hell. He has the hot bad boy look going on that I’m a sucker for. His lips. Oh my God. They’re the perfect Cupid ’s bow that is made for kissing. My eyes go to the bulge in his pants. If he is that well-endowed not hard then, wow.

Someone clearing their throat has me looking up. He’s chuckling with his arms crossed and giving me a look that says “gotcha”. Smug bastard. Blushing I stumble back, saying, “I’m just going to put these in water.”

Grabbing the vase, I place the pretty flowers in it. Hands grab my hips and lips graze my ear. I can feel his hot breath on my neck. I shiver.

“You ready to go, baby?” he whispers into my ear.

Nodding my head, I turn around to walk out the door. He takes my hand. Grabbing my shoes by the door I slip them on. I wish I could wear heels. I’m jealous of those women who can wear heels doing anything because when I try, I’m like a newborn foal. I’m pretty sure my ankles won’t ever be the same again after the last time I wore them.

He takes my key from my other hand and locks the door. He takes my hand again and leads me to the truck. I feel giddy. It’s like I’m a teenager who is going on her first date. It takes everything in me not to giggle and smile like a goon.

Kane opens the truck door, and I look up to the seat. He has got one of those big trucks that I would have to have a stool to get in. Sighing, I turn to look at him.

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