Fated Hearts (Ink Addicted Book 2) by Andi Bremner

Author:Andi Bremner [Bremner, Andi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Jacob

I finished the sketch and handed it to Gillian. “How’s this?”

She regarded it carefully. “Very pretty. I think she’ll like it.”

I nodded. “And she doesn’t want me to do it? She wants a girl?” It wasn’t unusual for a girl to want a girl to do her ink, although it had been a while since someone had distinctly asked for me not to do it.

“Yeah, she seemed kid of shy.”

I swallowed and immediately thought of Lia. The pretty blonde with the shy smile and fiery eyes. The girl who looked shocked as all hell when I commanded her to spread her legs for me but did so anyway with desire evident on her swollen pussy.

I hadn’t seen her that morning. Instead, I used the car pool to drop off Ava and Montana, but I wouldn’t be able to do that all the time. Ava liked me to come in and collect her, and having them walk even the short distance to the kiss and drive made me wary. Who knew where Tara was?

“Well, I’m happy to do it if she wants.”

Gillian tilted her head and considered me. “I think it was you she was hoping to avoid.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. She turned beet-red as soon as I mentioned your name. You haven’t been seducing upper-class princesses, have you, Jacob?”

At this, my heart turned over and I knew in an instant it had been Lia who’d walked into the studio and it was Lia who’d I just designed for. What was she doing in here? Did she really want a tattoo? Was she spying on me? Was she hoping for something more from me, because I’d already told her I wasn’t up for anything other than a one-night stand. As sexy as she was and as much as I enjoyed my time with her, I had nothing more to offer her.

Girls like her didn’t go for guys like me. I thought of her neat bedroom in the house she shared with Anna by the lake. The Louis Vuitton suitcase that was still unpacked on the floor in her room, the sparkly diamonds she had in her ears that I knew were real and cost a small packet. I thought of the world she must come from. I could see it, it was written all over her. In her shiny hair, relaxed smile. Even in her posture.

I thought of my own house, the three-bedroom house that sat on the outskirts of town and was so badly in need of repairs I didn’t even know where to start. The gutters were faded, there were cracks in the walls, and the heating didn’t work properly. The décor was old, worn, and the furniture was all second hand. Except for my girls’ bunk beds. Those I’d bought brand-new a few years ago, not wanting my girls to sleep on someone else’s mattress. I thought of my mother, wrinkled and wizened from a lifetime spent drinking, smoking, and indulging in recreational drugs. She spent her days sitting in the recliner rocker in front of the television, her oxygen tank a permanent fixture beside her.

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