Unattainable
By- Victoria Escobar
Genre- New Adult Contemporary
Publication Date- April 14th, 2015
Being the best comes with consequences.
She was the best thief Interpol ever tracked. When a job went wrong she had to make a deal with them to retain her freedom. Given the choice between being locked in a cell, or complete a simple favor the answer should be obvious. But will that favor prove to be too big, even for the best?
He had been the best once. The right hand man of one of the most powerful women in the city, everyone respected and feared him. Then after a costly mistake he was left with an unpayable debt. He went from being the right hand to the collared dog. When he was tasked with creating ties that could subsequently wipe his debt, will he get out of the frying pan and into the fire? Or will freedom remain unattainable?
Four:
Staying on the surface was
getting harder and harder. Dealing with Jingjing’s daily threats and demands
wore me out as much as being the puppet did. Hell, I knew life was hard, but
mine was crawling naked over burning coals with needles shoved through the bricks
for added fun.
“I don’t know. I’m just tired.
There are days when I just want an end I can’t see. It’s depressing.” I was
watching Levi sip a cocktail of some kind. I was too far away to see what.
A couple of girls–I’d say barely
old enough to be in here–approached Levi and starting chatting. They looked
slightly familiar and I guessed them for models or second cut actresses
visiting from L.A. since they were up in the VIP. Levi seemed okay with it, and
by the end of the third song of the opening band, the girls were doing shots.
I didn’t know anything about this
aspect of Levi. I knew she drank–I’d seen the wine glass that… I frowned as the
thought completed. The glass had been half-full but Levi had only sipped at it
before setting it aside. A little niggling feeling told me the wine glass had
been a prop.
The shots on the balcony were
certainly no prop. They were up to four shots. Levi had two cocktails on top
and she poured a round of something else when I stepped out with the rest of
Vaudeville.
Yancy wasn’t looking at me to
reciprocate the worried look I casted towards the bar. Well, fuck. There was no
reason for me to rain on Levi’s parade. She was obviously handling the shots
well as she didn’t seem to sway or stagger. I’d get to her as soon as I got off
the stage. Yet, the gut feeling was stronger and I wondered if I had a small
premonition that had set it off.
“Who’s ready to rock?” I shouted
into the microphone, and nearly everyone screamed. From the balcony, I saw Levi
and her new friends throw a fist up and pump the air. Since their mouths were
open, I assumed they screamed too.
The perverse brunette entered my
mind again, and I flicked a glance to the bar. No tall, dismissive brunette
watched uninterested from her stool. Damn, fucking straight.
I couldn’t help but send
occasional glances to Levi as we played through the music. I hadn’t given the
guys the new stuff yet, so we played through some of our more popular songs. In
the middle of a song, with three songs left in our set, I glanced up once more
to check on Levi.
The current song was one of my
oldest and best to date. I knew it front to back and could sing it in my sleep
without much effort. When the short black haired chick next to Levi pulled her
down into an open mouth, tongue-swallowing kiss–the words I sang suddenly
vanished.
I wasn’t sure if I lost the words
because I was worried about her level of intoxication, or if I was just that
turned on by that kiss. What it really boiled down to was that I didn’t care if
it was a hot chick or not, I only wanted her lips on mine. Luckily, the guys
were used to my stunts, and kept playing.
Since Yancy glanced at me the
moment I lost the words, I didn’t have to shout for him to get the bitch off
Levi. I tracked my eyes to the balcony and he followed. I knew when he saw Levi
and the brunette because his brows winged up and he sent me a nod.
I took a deep breath and joined
Quinn’s cover up in the bridge. Even with my mind back in the song, I watched
Yancy say something to another bartender then meander his way up to the
balcony. No one slowed his steady pace. No one would dare.
Levi didn’t seem all that
bothered by Yancy’s arrival, but the brunette was. Levi sent Yancy a saucy
smile before licking her lips lightly. Son of a…I nearly lost the words again.
“Last song,” I said to Dallas.
“Dude that was…epic.” Riley
stated with a grin and I sent him a nasty look.
“If you want to keep playing, I’d
suggest you cut that thought or I’m going to break every finger in your hands,”
I muttered and drank deeply from the water before tossing it out over the
gathered crowd.
Bonus Seven: (For the more adult
crowd)
Micah
At the end of the song, I didn’t
even bother with backstage, I just jumped off the front and pushed through the
crowd. I ignored the grabbier hands, even slapped at a few until I was within
Yancy’s eye sight, and everyone backed off.
Levi was watching me with half
lidded eyes, but even at the distance, I could see the blown out pupils in her
normally vivid blue. I hadn’t considered drugs. Fuck. What had they been doing
on the balcony?
Then her earlier words slammed
into me and brought a stunning epiphany. Levi had already admitted to being a
stupid child and she had probably gotten into a lot of shit. Drugs shouldn’t be
a surprise, and her stiffness had probably been guilt for what she knew she
would do in a bar without supervision. Fuck me.
“This is your fault,” I pointed
at Yancy. “She’ll be safe on the balcony, huh?”
Levi wrapped her arms around my
neck and pressed all six feet of herself against me. Hard. Of course, I had the
natural male reaction that had my eyes crossing–then swore as I couldn’t help
but reach down to adjust the discomfort in my pants. Damn, it killed me to be
so upset, but still so aroused by this woman.
“Levi, what the hell?” I asked,
trying to dismiss my discomfort. She felt too good, and this was so wrong. I
tried to step back a pace, but her arms didn’t allow for much room.
She dropped her forehead against
mine and giggled. Dear, God. She giggled. I may not know her well, but her
personality was not one of a giggler.
“You were fantastic,” she
murmured before pressing her mouth to mine and nibbling my lip when I refused
to grant her the access she demanded.
Gently, because I wasn’t sure of
what mood she was in, I pushed her back as much as her banded arms would let
me. “We should go.”
Levi’s mouth traveled along my
jaw and nibbled lightly where the lobe of my ear joined my jaw. “You’re a tough
nut to crack, Micah,” she whispered and bit down a bit more force.
I closed my eyes and tried to
count to ten. That was apparently all the time she needed to wiggle a hand into
my pants and grab and squeeze. My eyes rolled back and I staggered a little.
She knew what she was doing. She
was damn good at what she was doing. In a public bar.
“Fuck,” I snatched her hand out
before she could distract me further. “We need to get you home.”
“Absolutely.” She wrapped her arm
tighter around my neck and giggled again. “But I don’t know where that is.”
I sighed and should have
effectively cursed everything about my life except it was hard to hate her
current horniness. This had to be some kind of punishment for my sins. She had
me wound tight; the woman tantalizingly rubbed her entire body against the
pressure points of mine and it felt like I burned alive.
“Come on.” I attempted to lift
her–to cradle her and carry her out that way–but she jumped up and wrapped her
legs snugly around my waist.
Yancy was laughing at me. “Take
care of that one. You owe me a full set.”
I nodded and carried Levi out
with my hands–mostly reluctant–on her ass to keep her from falling. Getting her
to unwrap to get into the car was another challenge. Then into my apartment
above my little sound studio.
She turned into an octopus. A
really-determined-to-get-into-my-pants octopus. An octopus I hadn’t wanted to
fight but knew–damn the morals my mother taught me–it was the right thing to
do.
Fuck what Jingjing wanted. I had
to do what Levi needed, and what would earn me some trust. Fucking her when she
had no control over herself wasn’t going to earn me any trust.
“Stop, Jesus.” My eyes
involuntarily squeezed shut when her hand found its way back into my pants.
“Levi, dammit. Knock it off.”
She nuzzled and her free hand
played with my belly button piercing. “I want to play. I want to taste and I
want you to make me scream.” Her voice was low and sexy as hell, even as
intoxicated or high as a kite or whatever she was.
“I would love to,” I muttered,
and finally disgusted, managed to pin her down with her hands over her head.
She had no idea how much I wanted to do just that and more to her right that
instant. I had to get her to stop touching me or I’d lose my resolve. She
smelled too good, and when she arched up and locked her mouth on mine, she
tasted even better. Damn my mother and those morals.
About the Author-
Born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, but with the ability to claim eight states as home; Victoria Escobar writes fiction from her current home in New York. She writes whatever comes to mind and because of such has a variety of genres written including Young Adult, New Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, and Contemporary Fiction.
In spare time if not with family, and friends Victoria enjoys curling up with a book from a favorite author with music playing. If not reading or writing she spends time drawing, sketching, crocheting, or some other random art project. She enjoys staying busy, but most of all enjoys staying creative.
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