Heart-On: Turf Wars #2, Bella Jewel [ebook reader screen txt] 📗

so quickly I have no chance to stop my limbs from flying everywhere. I gurgle and splutter as I push myself forward to see Adan and some other woman standing in the doorway. How the ever loving fuck is he here? He can’t drive. I was going to get him after my bath.

I throw my arms around my chest and cry out, “What the fuck? Haven’t you heard of knocking?”

“It’s my house,” he mutters, eyes roaming over me. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? Galloping through a field on a fucking horse? No, I’m having a bath, Adan.”

His brows go up, and the girl beside him chews on her bottom lip, her face a little red, but it seems more with anger than embarrassment.

“How come there is a girl in your house?” she asks Adan.

“She’s my nurse.”

This girl isn’t one of the few I’ve seen him with here before—she’s younger, quieter and doesn’t seem as slutty as the others he rolls in with. She’s very pretty and, by the way she’s looking at him, she’s into him in a big way.

“How come your nurse looks like that?”

I mean, it’s a compliment really.

“Can you two have your argument outside while I finish my bath?” I cry, throwing my hands up without thought. Then realizing and slamming them back over my chest.

“Nice tits,” Adan says, and then he turns and walks out.

“You’re a dick!” I call out. “A huge, giant, flaccid penis!”

He doesn’t answer.

I finish up my bath and get dressed, walking out just in time to hear them having a little argument in the kitchen. I stop and listen.

“I don’t understand why you have to have someone like her living with you?”

“Because I can’t use my fuckin’ hands, Hera.”

Hera.

I had a dog called Hera once.

“Are you two having sex?”

“Fuck no.”

“Do you have feelings for her?”

“What the fuck are you on about? You haven’t seen me in a fuckin’ month and now you’re comin’ in here to throw your sass around? I don’t owe you any answers.”

“I haven’t seen you because you refuse to talk to me, Adan!”

“Because you want a fuckin’ relationship, and I ain’t givin’ you one.”

“We had a connection, why can’t you just let go of your asshole-ish attitude and see that?”

I kind of like her.

“Because I don’t do relationships.”

Dick.

“You’re just trying to hurt me,” she whispers.

“No, I’m not. I am always fuckin’ brutally honest with you.”

“You said you cared about me.”

“I do.”

“But you don’t want a relationship?”

“No.”

“Argh!” she throws her hands up. “It is her, isn’t it?”

Pooh, there it is again.

“No, I fuckin’ don’t.”

“She’s not your type, she is so chunky.”

Bitch didn’t just called me chunky.

I will roll her down the fucking stairs.

I’m a curvaceous woman. Just because I don’t look like I could camouflage onto the branch of a tree doesn’t mean I’m chunky. What kind of fucking word is that anyway? It’s what you call a baby, or a husky. Fuck her.

I don’t like her now.

“I’m not fuckin’ interested in her.”

I’ll take my chunky ass down these stairs and show her who’s boss.

I drop the shorts I just put on, leaving me in only a pair of panties that grab my ass like there is no tomorrow. I have a fantastic ass, I know that for a fact. My shirt barely covers it, but they can both eat a giant dick. I saunter down the stairs and right past them into the kitchen, and I hear her suck in her breath.

“Why is your nurse dressed like that?”

“Oh, didn’t he tell you? He likes it when I roleplay. Tonight I’m the fat girl who needs some cake.”

I pull out a cake Eve gave me yesterday and place it on the counter, throwing a huge grin in her direction. She stares at me, horrified. Adan’s mouth twitches. “Do you want some?” I ask innocently.

“No,” she gasps. “It’ll go straight to my ass.”

“Looks like you could use it,” I say, spinning around, reaching as high up as I can to grab a plate down, making sure they get a full view of my ass.

Then, I put a slice of cake on my plate, and stroll right past them.

“Don’t forget it’s nearly time for your shower.” I smile to Adan. “I’m sure Hera here prefers it when you have a clean dick.”

Her mouth drops open. “She showers you!”

“Oh,” I say, acting all shocked. “So sorry, didn’t you know? He has no functioning hands, someone has to wash him.”

“Tell me she’s kidding?” she hisses in Adan’s direction.

“She’s not.”

I walk off to the sound of her whisper hissing something at him. I can’t wipe the stupid smile off my face.

This might be some fun after all.

4

“Tell me something about yourself, Ramona,” Daniel asks, smiling at me across the table.

This. Is. Awkward.

I mean, in-office flirting is one thing, but when he asked me on a date I certainly didn’t think it would be this uncomfortable. It’s not his fault, really it’s not, but he’s just so ... so ... professional.

Refusing to let Adan be right about my preference in men, I accepted the date and vowed to give it my all. He deserves a chance, and I’m going to give it to him. So, here I am, dressed in a pretty frock, hair done, fanny well and truly shaved, and ready to see where the night takes me.

I’ve got the night off, after requesting it. There is a fill-in nurse until I arrive back—she’s in training so she was happy to do it for the experience. Adan wasn’t happy about it, and made it known before I left that he’s disgusted that I’d leave him when I’m supposed to be there to help. For someone who doesn’t want me around, he sure is passionate about things.

“I’m a nurse ...,” I say and give a sheepish smile.

Daniel laughs. He really is so handsome, with those blue eyes and that sandy-blond hair that gives him an almost boyish look. Still, he’s just so damned nice.

“I know that,” he