A Burning Flame by Daniella Kunz (book recommendations txt) 📕

to the spot where the man I was just dancing with stood now stands Daveon…or my imagination sees Daveon. I shake my head, unsure.

His eyes are hard and angry as he glares over at me. Rolling my eyes, I mutter to myself. "Really, you couldn't be imagining him ravaging you? Instead, you imagine him pissed off about something?" Turning, I head back to the bar, needing another drink to clear it all from my mind.

A hard hand grasps my wrist stopping me in my tracks. I spin thrusting the palm of my hand up at their face, ready to smash their nose through their skull when they skillfully dodge my blow. "Geez woman, what the fuck are you trying to do?"

Finally looking at the man, I see Daveon again. "These fantasies are getting out of control G." I mutter again, speaking to myself in a third person. The man just stands there looking at me. Probably wondering why I'm such a wackjob.

I try to jerk my hand from his but his grip tightens over my wrist. "Get your hands off me before I punch you in the fucking face, asshole." Shaking off his now loosened grip I turn to go to the bar. "And where exactly are you trying to go?" He follows behind.

"To get another drink." I say as I stumble slightly. Now the shots kick in… Placing his hand on my waist he steadies me.

"Oh no, you're not darlin’. It looks to me like you've had more than plenty." I turn rapidly to face him again but lose my footing as I twist. His arms shoot out, grabbing hold of me again before he lifts me up, carrying me in his arms. Not having the energy to fight, I lean into him with my mind in a blurry haze, and my body feeling heavy and weak.

"Where are we going Hercules?" The familiar buzz of the alcohol threatening to knock me out begins to fade everything around me.

"I'm taking you home." His rich honey bourbon voice is the last thing I hear before passing out in his arms.

***

My tongue is dry and my head hurts as I wake. Not wanting to open my eyes I roll over, bumping into a hard body. My eyes fly open, and I wince at the throbbing pain that shoots behind them at taking in the light. Looking over I stare at the figure next to me and I'm taken aback.

Daveon lay beside me with his shirt off and eyes closed. His lips are parted slightly, drawing in rhythmic breaths. I look over at him, admiring his large figure looking so out of place in my small bed. My attention is drawn to a black gun lying beside him on the table before I look around. What in the hell is going on?

"How's your head?" He mumbles out in a sleepy voice. Glancing back down at him, I am not sure what to say. "Yes, darlin’, I am very much real and very much pissed the fuck off." I internally wince at his hardened, no longer sleepy tone.

Opening his eyes his dark pupils find me. Pushing up he leans back on his elbows. "Care to explain why the fuck you were kissing another man last night?" I don’t miss how tight his jaw is as he recalls the memory.

Thinking back to last night, I still. "I wasn't kissing him; he was kissing me."

"From where I was standing, it looked like the same damn thing." He grinds out in a tight voice.

Looking around again I try to figure out what he is doing here anyway. I haven't heard from him in over a month; he didn't care when he left. So what the hell is he doing back? Irritation sweeps over me at his intrusion back into my life.

"Why are you here?" I boldly ask, feeling my anger rising. He doesn't get to just walk back into my life like he never left.

He raises a brow at me. "Because after breaking that guy's fucking face for kissing and touching you, I brought your drunk ass back here."

Shaking my head at him dismissing what he said. "No here, here. I meant Los Angeles, that club last night, my life?"

"Did you forget that you are mine now? I would think you would have come to terms with it by now." His arm moves as he reaches for me before I back-peddle on the bed slipping off the edge.

"You left without a word to me. You acted as if I was just a job to deliver home and leave. You can't just come back and lay claim to me again, Daveon." I huff out my frustration at him.

He looks over at the clock on the wall before muttering a curse under his breath. Sliding off the bed he moves in front of me. "I can, and I will. I had my reasons for what I did."

"Yeah, ha! I'm sure you did.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I want you to leave now." I point in the direction of the door, making my point. He grabs his shirt and pants off the chair in the corner of the room before sliding them on. Grabbing his gun, he tucks it into his jean’s waistband before pulling his shirt over, covering it.

"I have somewhere to be this morning, but I will be back, and we will finish this discussion then. In the meantime, don't do anything reckless Gianna. I will forgive last night because you kept mumbling about fantasizing about me." A cocky grin lifts his lips, and my skin flushes at his words from embarrassment. "But if you do something like that again, I won't be so kind and forgiving of it. You’re lucky I didn’t blow his brains out all over you for letting him touch what's mine. When I saw you, it took every ounce of self-control not to." His voice is dangerous and his eyes harsh as he speaks, making me shiver slightly.

As he walks