Page 17 of Pushing Styxx
CHAPTER 9
HOPE
“Mr. Hottie is out there again waiting for you,” Diamond announces, sauntering into the room with an extra sway of the hips. “Harvester wanted me to tell you that you’re done for the rest of the night.”
“What?” I tried not to think about her announcing Styxx being outside the dressing room and on the message she’s relaying from our boss. He rarely comes in here unless he needs to.
“You heard me.” Diamond grins and shoots a wink at me. “You’re one lucky bitch, you know that?”
“I’m not lucky,” I grumble and get to my feet. I was already prepared to go back out on stage. How could he wait until now to say something?
“You know that hottie out there only comes to watch you when you dance,” Sugar quips, looking at herself in the mirror while touching up her makeup. “He’s not once watched one of us.”
Again, I don’t want to think about Styxx.
I’ve done everything possible to avoid him since we shared the most amazing kiss of my life. Then, like the coward I am, I refused to see him or answer his texts, well, I kept those minimal. I couldn’t not speak to him.
“I think it’s sweet he only comes to see her dance.” Diamond giggles. “You better get out there to him before one of those twits in the other dressing room tries to paw at him or whisk him off to have their way with what I can only imagine to be a wickedly hot body.”
I didn’t want to think about Styxx being with someone else. The thought makes me sick to my stomach.
“Best get out there.” Sugar giggles and saunters to the door, pausing to look back at me. “And don’t think too much on it. I’m sure with him being a member of the Satan’s Keepers MC, he’s a good one.”
I want to tell her I know he’s a good one, but in truth, I really don’t know Styxx at all. Nothing more than the fact that he’s a good dad, great to my sister, and to me as well. Not to mention the best kisser in the entire universe.
Grabbing my stuff, I don’t bother to clean up. With him out there waiting, I figured I’d better get moving. Hopefully, nothing is wrong.
I sling my bag over my shoulder and make my way to the door, with the girls giving me words of encouragement as I go. I inhale a hefty amount of oxygen into my lungs, open the door, and release a breath.
My eyes immediately find Styxx as he straightens from the wall.
“You’re on my bike tonight,” he says, crossing the very short distance between us, his arm hooking around my waist. “Time to go home.”
“I can take my car.”
“Harvester will get it home for you.” Styxx lowers his head until our lips are nearly a breath apart. “You’re on my bike, and we’re gonna talk about why you thought it was a good idea to avoid me the last two days.”
Oh boy. Not good.
No way do I want to discuss my reasons for avoiding him the last few days.
“Um . . .”
I lose all thoughts of what I was going to say when Styxx kisses me. It’s not like the other days. It’s featherlight and yet still commanding with its touch.
“Time to go,” Styxx murmurs against my lips, takes my bag from me, and grabs my hand, tugging me toward the door.
So many things run through my mind, and I’m not sure where to start, but I hope by the time we get home, I have that figured out in my head.
I didn’t have anything figured out. I should’ve been thinking about what to say to him, but the whole ride I couldn’t do anything other than think about how good it feels being pressed up against his back.
Styxx parks in his driveway and shuts his bike off. “Hop off, Hope.”
I do, and he follows right behind, taking my hand and guiding me up to the front porch.
“The girls are spending the night at my brother’s. They’re gonna make sure Promise gets to school in the morning.”
Okay, so now I know where to start. “What gives you the right to make those decisions regarding my sister?” I demand, givinghim my best glare as he unlocks the door and steps inside, still holding my hand.
