Leah Monroe
I drew my brush over the blank canvas slowly, edging, hoping the invisible lines would give some inspiration. But it doesn't.I knew it. There's a crack somewhere in me and I thought a small part of it would mend if I escaped this place long enough. But it was still there, maybe even wider. Who was I kidding? This vineyard was only a grim reminder of her and that will never change. And it didn't help that I was in the very spot where she gave me my first paint brush. She said I had a knack for it, just like her, and it was an easy breakout from reality. Now I can't even do that. I fell back on my chair and placed my focus on the legacy my great-grandparents built some 200 years ago. It was somewhere I cherished, called home, but there was no way anything could go back to how it was. Not when she's gone.Over my board I saw the familiar black Audi drive in, and my pulse raised. Xander was back, he drove out this morning before I could thank him for what he did last night. I didn't want him to think that I wasn't grateful for it because only God knows what my father would do to us both if he found out. Especially to Xander. Boys were a sore topic growing up and being twenty two didn't mean anything now that he had plans for my life.I watched as Xander stepped out of the car, in that same crisp grey suit that he was wearing this morning. Even with all that rum out of my system, he looked great. A fact I tried to ignore earlier since my father was staring right at me. He rechecked the car then walked towards the wind retail shacks. No one would be around that part yet so I made my way over.I rounded the bend to where he disappeared. And I spot him, leg propped up against the retail shack's wall, his grey jacket discarded by a cart. The sleeves of his milk white shirt rolled up, just enough to show the base of his biceps. In one hand, he held a small white box and in the other, he fumbled with a cigarette between his fingers. Clouds of smoke flooding from his lips. I did take notice of the rise of his lips as he took another puff. I cleared my throat, making my presence known. "I heard you weren't supposed to be working today."His body went rigid for a second, shoving whatever he was holding in his pocket. I tried to see what it was but he was too fast.His eyes landed on me, gaze laze. And I must admit, it made me a little anxious. "Well your father changed his mind, lucky me." It's obvious I caught him at the wrong time. But me, being me, moved a little closer so we were facing each other. "You don't enjoy being around people that much do you? A lot of people would have something to say about that.""Are you one of those people, Miss Monroe?" I shook my head. Something told me he wouldn't care even if I did. "Then why are you here?"Involuntarily, I took a step back, despite being fully dressed in my armani slacks, I felt miniscule compared to him. An odd energy pulsated from him, something strong, imposing. Finally, I managed to get my brain functioning again. "Last night, I was out of it and you didn't have to help me but you did and you have no idea what that means to me."His only reaction was the slight tightening of his jaw and silence. Maybe I wasn't being convincing enough. Suddenly an idea came to mind, I had a room full of paintings with nowhere to put them thanks to my father, apparently painting my heart on a canvas wasn’t of Lavigne’s standard."Maybe I can get you something. Are you into modern art?"Now he decided to react, taking a stride closer to me. His stern body looming over me, I forced myself to meet his eyes again. They were thunderous. "Miss Monroe, a decent person offers help, expecting nothing in return. What kind of person do you think I am? You rich kids think that money is the answer to everything don't you?"So much for being nice. "That's not what I'm trying I do. Money isn't everything Mr. Hayes. It can't buy happiness.""Clearly it can't buy friends either or else you wouldn't have been here talking to me." He sucked on his cigarette again then blew through his nose. I watched as the smoke hit the air and I grimaced. Lavigne had a strict policy of no smoking. Something I think he knew. I opened my mouth to point it out, then I realised something, he wanted me to call him out. He was enjoying this.I jab my hand on my hip. "I have friends. This is just me trying to thank you, why can't you just let me?""Listen, just because I saved your prissy little ass from your father means we're friends, you can't just pop up from anywhere and strike up a conversation with me.""Asshole." I grumbled under my breath. But his eyes narrowed, looks like he caught it. "Excuse me?" I contemplated apologizing for a second but stopped myself before I could. I wasn't the one being mean. "You heard me? You're an asshole. I could play the spoiled rich heiress that you think I am and tell my dad to fire you for what I saw just now but I'm not the girl you think I am."He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "And what did you see? Please tell me."I folded my arms. He thought I was still talking about smoking so I wasn't ready for him to know what else I saw just yet. "You're not supposed to be smoking here. It releases impurities in the air, you should know the standards of the vineyard." He lowered his mouth to my ear and my breathing spiked. "And you're not supposed to be a half naked drunk that can't even open your own door."My whole defense deflated in seconds, the warmth of my breath cajoled a shiver down my spine but he wasn't going to know that. Propping my chin up, I said, "That almost sounds like a threat." "It is if it'll get you to leave me alone. Or would you prefer I say please?" His voice was almost a snicker, as if he was holding back a laugh. We just met and he already enjoyed making me uncomfortable.My eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as they clawed their way down his body. Under that suit was muscles of concrete that gripped me last night and it was wild and hot and amidst all that, I felt that they belonged there. The corner of his lips curved upwards, enough to draw me closer but it didn't take long for me to cut my fantasies short. I can't think of him like this, and he was giving plenty of reasons not to."Like I said, asshole." I gave him one last look before marching away to the kitchen. Hayley was sitting over a bowl of bacon and eggs. Yes, I did say bowl. But Xander's dick attitude was pressing me too much for me to press her.I marched to the fridge and snatched up a jug of orange juice. "Woah. What is your problem?" I waved her off, trying to get a glass, I really needed something to cool me down? When I didn't answer, she asked again, "Leah, what happened?""It's dad's driver again." I broke off in a rant about Xander from start to finish. I can't believe he called me prissy. That bastard. He must think he's so clever to hold last night against me. If he's going to be here long, he needs to know that I'll never be cornered.Hayley sat there silently, listening, while staring into the bowl. She didn't drink as much as I did last night but she looked a little out of it. Guilt welled inside of me."Wait, he took you up to your room last night?" She blurted out after a while. Guess she was fine after all.I rolled my eyes. "Does it matter?" "Of course it does. Now stop what you're doing and tell me everything." She plucked the bottle from my hand and pulled me on a stool beside her.Of course she was always digging for drama in places she'd never find any. "It's not that big of a deal. He lifted up the steps because I couldn't get up there without falling back down.""And?" She pressed."Aaaaand what?"She chomped off a piece of bacon. "How did he feel? Was he as hard as he looks?"My mouth slackened, face heating. "Hayley, don't be vulgar. But, he did feel good." I admitted."Good or…." She trailed off, taking another bite."Don't even, I'm just glad he helped me out, though I'm still wondering why.""I don't know. That's a question that only he can answer. Why don't you ask him?""And how am I going to do that? Whenever I try to talk to him, he shuts me down. And I think I saw him hiding something in his pocket just now.""What could he be hiding from you? You already saw him smoking." She had a point. I hated when she does. But what could be hiding worse than smoking on the compound? I frowned. I do intend to find out."Oh no," Harley said. "I know that look.""What look?" I asked incredulously."The look that tells me you're about to do something really stupid."She knew me so well."I'm not, I swear.""Uh huh." She was nodding but the look in her eyes said she didn't believe me for a second.Through the window, I caught a glimpse of Xander walking towards my father, all prim and proper. I took in a breath, feeling a sense of challenge. I did swear to Hayley that I wasn't going to do anything stupid but I was about to do something really really stupid.Leah MonroeA flash of white headlights jolted my eyes open. Shit! I squinted just enough to see my father hopping out of the car with Xander holding the door for him. I slid down onto my seat, making sure they didn't see that I was in my car. As soon as I made contact with the ground, a pain shot through my lower back. Maybe all of that waiting got my body tight. I glanced at my phone, it was almost eleven, so Xander must be heading out. He climbed back into the car. I expected him to park somewhere on the compound but he didn't, instead, he headed toward the exit. I thought drivers took their own car home in the evenings. I can't believe how careless dad was, throwing around an Audi like that like it was nothing. For all I know, Xander could be waiting for the right moment to pawn it off or scrap it down. I wasn't one to judge people but he definitely didn't deserve my benefit of the doubt. I waited before he got a safe distance before I started my car and drove after him. He was
Xander HayesI walked away from Leah into the alleyway and made my way into the cub. A popular International music started blaring through the speakers, rattling the ground beneath my feet. That meant the show was about to start.Before the door slammed shut, I glanced over my shoulder to take in Leah's appearance. Her burnt-ruffled locks tumble over her shoulders complimenting that little green dress she had on. Damn.No wonder those men were on her like that. It was just a thin scrap of satin that showed up every indentation of her body. Every point, down to the pinprick nipples of her prefect globes that rose and fell to her every breath. That dress on her was sexy as fuck, I had to will my dick to settle with every move she made, even as I had her lock against the wall. And if I had to do that, I don't even want to think what all those pussy depraved, blue-balled men surrounding her would’ve done if I didn't step in.When I saw her car and heard the commotion outside I knew she was
Leah MonroeI almost clipped my heel on the door when I slammed it in Xander’s face. I hope he was pleased with himself, now that his criminal friends have stolen my car. He didn’t even look like he cared. Maybe my car being stolen was a grand way of getting revenge on me for threatening him. Dammit! I can’t believe I acted so recklessly tonight. I followed a man I didn't even know into a biker bar that didn't even look like a biker bar! I was lucky it was just my car that got stolen, if Xander didn't show up, they'd probably take something else.My eyes drifted closed, I swallowed a breath in the darkness, trying to regain control of my buzzing nerves. But an unwavering presence somewhere in the hall forced them to a crescendo. “Leah?”Startled, I stood at attention, eyes wide. Daddy was standing at the edge of the steps, a cup of his hands. It was coffee, I knew before I smelled it in the air. It was a habit of his to get a cup at this time of night, it was good to know that some o
Leah MonroeLaceTulle Satin, glamor.Layer by layer, I studied the posh space of Kathryn Dupont’s boutique. This used to be my favorite place in town to visit with my mom. I always loved to watch the sunlight ricochet from the sky-high crystal chandeliers, the stone carvings, and ceramic designer pieces stacked randomly on thick glass cupboards round.Silver racks with a mass of modish dresses designed in a floral arrangement reflected in the glossy white-washed flooring. White low-back chairs arranged in a circle in each of the sliding-door dressing rooms.The room smelled rich, imposing even. I had to remind myself that it took one phone call for them to accept me without an appointment. So I was rich and imposing too.I glanced at the clock, it showed a little after two. Now that I got mind-numbing dress shopping out of the way, it was time for some real fun, afterall, it was summer.But Hayley was nowhere to be found. She ran off on me when I waited for the store clerk to package
Leah MonroeMy heart was hammering in my chest when I got inside. Not because I'm practically giving my car away again. No, because I was walking with a thong rubbing me all types of ways alongside a man I clearly wanted to jump.And…..Out of all the cringe worthy things that ran through my mind when I thought of this place, this did not make the list. He brought me into the club, it was a red club, filled with an assortment of naked ass and breasts! "You better stay close to me." Xander said to me. As if he had to tell me. These men looked thirstier than Norwegian saltfish on a hot summer day. I've never felt so uneasy in my entire life. We made our way through a few groups of men, all of them distracted by the women on the platform ahead of them, showing all they had to offer. And I meant all. It all looked like a nonverbal sex audition to me.Why the hell would he bring me here?We finally stopped moving, and secured ourselves in a small secluded booth. A concrete column obscure
Xander HayesWho knew a forty seconds phone call could've been so hard to stomach. Especially from Ramon, a friend from my past. We left things in such bad terms, I should've expected he didn't have any good to say. I didn't really care for it. In fact, I had no idea what was going on in that side of the world and there was a good reason for that. I ignored them for so long they seemed nonexistent. Now I'm set with a damn ultimatum with such little time. I didn't only make one, but two mistakes today. I knew it was a bad idea to leave Amelia and Leah alone. Leave them together long enough, they are bound to stir trouble. Right now, Leah was dragging me around as if she knew the place and Amelia couldn't stop grinning. What the fuck was going on?I'm going to get to the bottom of this, just as soon as Leah stopped hauling me. A minute into walking, she decided on a wooden door. It led to one of the girls' rooms. It was clean, white, well lit, held just a bed and a table, all that wa
Leah MonroeI drank in the silence of the kitchen as I filled my cereal bowl with milk. I needed it, especially with the dreadful day I had today and yesterday, mostly because I hid from Xander the entire day. Feeling self conscious wasn't a great feeling. There was this constant sinking feeling that I wasn't good enough for him.I didn't know where I got the courage from as I got on my knees yesterday. But it felt good to just let go and do something that I wanted to do for once. But when have I ever made a decision for me and it didn't backfire?Shit. A sick feeling washed over me every time I thought about it, followed by a chilling realization. That night was like a broken record, playing over and over again in my head. How I fell on my knees, practically begging to suck him off. The striking look in his eyes as he rejected me. I felt horrible, I thought crying would've helped but it didn't. I guess that's what happens when you get rejected for the first time by a man, and that ma
Leah Monroe Kissing Xander was so unreal. I thought he would use those manly hands to grab my hand and pull me away. Pull my shirt or even shake me so I could stop. Because I couldn't believe this was happening. This shouldn't be happening, I shouldn't be doing this, we shouldn't be touching like this. He told me to taste but as we got close, I'm wondering if I should be. Anyone could walk in, just as he did. But as soon as our lips touched, I couldn't stop myself from going deeper. I loved it, I never wanted it to end, didn't want him to stop, not even for a second. As I sat there, with my hands wrapped around his neck, I realized there couldn't be a world outside of this, outside of us, where we gelled so perfectly. I had needed him, everyday from the day I saw him, and I was getting him now. He forced my mouth wider with his hot, wandering tongue. I had no choice but to meet him halfway, kissing him with the same heat that he did me. Xander pressed his hands into the small of