Hunter hunted by you 1, p.1
Hunter: Hunted by you, #1, page 1
Hunter
Hunted By You: Book One
Lilura Sloane
Lilura Sloane
Copyright © [2022] by [Lilura Sloane]
All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
Contents
1. BRUISED EGO
2. CHANCE ENCOUNTER
3. RECKLESS
4. AN EXCITING PROPOSAL
5. MAKE ME WHOLE, AGAIN
6. SHOCKING REVELATION
7. LOSING MYSELF IN YOU
8. PLAYING WITH FIRE
9. GET ME TO THE JEWEL
10. HELLO, SUNSHINE
11. TROUBLE ALWAYS FINDS ME
12. OH, HUNTER
13. FALLING FOR YOU
14. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU?
15. A STICKY SITUATION
16. WHEN IT RAINS, IT FUCKING POURS
17. A SURPRISE VISITOR
18. A WEEKEND YOU’LL NEVER FORGET
19. A FURIOUS BAILEY
20. AN OLD FRIEND
21. IS IT JUST GOSSIP?
22. HUNTING HUNTER
23. SECRETS AND LIES WILL TEAR YOU APART
24. WHAT HAPPENED TO LEXIE?
25. GOODBYE MR. BROOKS
Also By
About Author
Chapter 1
BRUISED EGO
LEXIE MCVAY
Staring into the bottom of the clear glass that had droplets of brown liquid that I had moments ago tossed down my throat, feeling the cool burning drink of whiskey course through my veins, willing the alcohol to take away every piece of me that longed to forget the events of the day.
But I didn’t forget.
The events of the day played over and over again in my mind, stuck on a loop.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.
How could I be so stupid?
“He’s not worth it; you know.”
I look up, seeing Bailey smiling back at me; of course, she was right.
“Who?” She eyed me curiously.
“Come on, babe; he’s not worth your tears.”, I scowled at her.
“Do you see any tears?” I spat back at her.
“No”, I smiled with conviction because I hadn’t shed a tear for him, not one.
“He torments your mind, though, Lexie.”
“Not true.”
“No?”
“Nope, I’m over it.”
“Oh really? Is that why you’re staring into the bottom of a glass, hoping to gain an answer like it’s a magic eight ball that will give you unknown wisdom” I rolled my eyes at her.
“That’s not what I’m doing.”
“Yes, you are, you are wallowing, and I won’t allow it.”
“Well, misery does love company”, I mumbled.
I felt her slide on the stool next to me; I huffed and didn’t care if she heard me; all I wanted to do was drink my sorrows away.
Alone.
“Bailey—.”
“Come on, sad face.” curiously I eyed her.
“We are going out.” I laughed.
What a ridiculous notion, out? I wasn’t going out, I wasn’t going anywhere, which part of my situation made her think I wanted to be among people, I didn’t want to see anyone, I wanted to sit here and forget about Tom, forget what he did and drink until I passed out.
“No.”
“Lexie, come on.”
“Bailey, I said no.”
“We can drink, dance, forget about that fuck boy.”
“Bailey, no, besides classes start tomorrow”
“Oh no, you don’t.”
“What?”
“You are coming out; I’m not listening to excuses about college.”
“Bailey, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I can’t; I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, babe, but you know where we are if you change your mind.” She crookedly smiled; I knew what it was; it was a smile full of pity.
Great, she pitied me.
Her slender arms came around my neck as her copper curls tickled my face, hugging me tighter.
“Don’t forget—.”
“I know; thank you, Bailey.”
“Love you, babe.”
“Love you too, Bailey.”
I watched as she turned and waltzed out of our apartment, Bailey meant well, and I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but this was one thing she couldn’t fix.
Bailey was a fixer, she hated anyone to be sad, but she couldn’t fix this and she knew she couldn’t.
EARLIER THAT DAY
I had spent the day shopping with the girls; I was hyped about starting a new day at college tomorrow, I had been hand-picked to be the new professor’s PA, when I applied I never thought I’d get chosen, today I’d bought new clothes to make a good impression, I worked hard at college.
I excelled in all my classes, and this would be an excellent opportunity for my career in the future.
I was skipping up the steps to see my boyfriend, Tom Walters.
Tom was an athlete.
I met Tom in high school; we had planned to go to the same college.
Next year we would attend the same university, five years we had been together, he wasn’t only my partner he was one of my friends; I hadn’t shared the news with him about my new PA position, but I knew he’d be happy for me, he always was.
I didn’t usually turn up unannounced, but I wanted to do something out of character; I wanted to be impulsive, take a risk, he always told me I should loosen up, take more risks while I was young, so I was starting today.
Stood outside of his door, I peeked at the number 10 edged in gold before I put my hand on the golden knob and turned it till I heard the click, thrusting open the door and stepping into Tom’s apartment, I stood there smiling but as I watched the horror in front of my eyes, my smile slowly faded.
There he was, my Tom, straddling some leggy blonde, thrusting, my blood ran cold.
How could he.
I stood there watching on in horror, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
A loud, piercing scream left my mouth; shaking with anger; I stood there glaring as he turned his head; guilt was written across his face.
“Shit, Lexie.”
“How could you.” I screamed at him.
“Wait, this is not what it looks like.”
“No?”
“So you tripped and your cock fell inside of her?” He made a move to get up, I put my hands up.
“Oh, please don’t stop on my account.” I turned slamming his door as I left.
What was the point in staying?
What could he say that would rectify that fucking display?
Nothing.
He had thrown away our entire relationship on whatever that shit show was and I was seething with anger.
I tried to cry, cry for what I’d just lost, but the tears never came, just the feeling of sadness that now drowned me.
The only thing I could think to do was go home and drink until I forgot.
LEXIE MCVAY
So here I was, sat at the kitchen bar in my apartment I shared with Bailey drinking whiskey alone, nursing my broken heart.
Was my heart broken?
I hadn’t cried.
I was disappointed, but was I heart broken?
I wasn’t sure.
I thought I’d feel more.
Just more.
But I was numb.
Disappointed.
My perfect world had been ripped apart, and all I could think was how disappointed I was that he had embarrassed me, betrayed me.
How long had it been going on for?
We’re they all talking about it behind my back?
Lexie the idiot who didn’t even know that her jackass boyfriend was fucking someone else behind her back.
I was driving myself insane sitting here.
How could I face everyone tomorrow?
No, pull yourself together, Lexie; I needed to get out.
Walking down the street, the rain fell hard, soaking me.
It felt refreshing as it washed over my tainted soul, that’s what he had done, tainted everything we had built and turned it to shit, but that’s what fuck boys did, spoiled everything they fucking touched.
I wandered with no direction, which was not like me at all.
I was regimented, in everything, I planned and prepped for, feeling out of control drove me crazy, I needed power, I craved it, it was apart of me, maybe that’s why I hadn’t cried because he’d shattered the illusions of my perfect life and my perfect life was now not so perfect after all.
The street was silent; all I could hear was the dripping of the rain as it fell; the only light was the glow from the street lamps that lit up the darkness.
Small lights beamed out onto the quiet street; curiously, I followed the lights; turning the corner, I came to a stop looking up at the neon lights that read Bewitching Jewel.
Curiously I peered at the hidden bar; it had an interesting name, and it was tucked away; I’d never seen this bar before; it was a hidden jewel.
Why not, I thought as I stepped up to the doors of Bewitching Jewel and entered.
Chapter 2
CHANCE ENCOUNTER
HUNTER
Sitting at the bar, I knew I shouldn’t be here.
I should be getting ready to teach the class full of students in psyche sex class tomorrow, but I wasn’t. I was here; when Sam had begged me to come out, I should have said no.
Yes, that’s what I should have done, but here I was, sat at the Bewitching Jewel.
I liked this bar; it was hidden away, with no students, which gave it so much appeal.
The lights were low; the soft music played elegantly in the background giving it that quiet ambiance that the Bewitching Jewel had.
“You’re a bad influence.” I chuckled as I chugged down another beer.
“Didn’t take much convincing.” Sam side-eyed me.
“What can I say? You gave a good argument.”
“Argument? I asked if you wanted a beer, that was it.” He laughed.
“Exactly, a great argument.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Listen, you don’t have to teach a load of uninterested students, I need this.”
“Uninterested?” He raised his eyebrow as I nodded.
“You teach sex; I’d think it would be right up a bunch of horny adolescents street.”
“You’d think.”
I loved my job.
I enjoyed teaching the psychology side of sex, but I knew how it went, the same as it always went; they thought they knew everything because they had stuck their cock in some willing naive girl for the night who they would probably not see again and be scored on their efforts.
Yes, tomorrow would be a drag and don’t even get me started on the PA I had been appointed.
Why did I need a PA anyway?
Probably be a goody-two-shoes who thought she could get into my pants to higher her grades.
Yes, students were delightful things.
The bane of my life, I shook the thought away.
Getting up, I walked towards the men’s restroom just as the doors came crashing open; stumbling backwards; I quickly regained my balance; drinks from the tray that the server held to the side of me wobbled, and the drinks spluttered and squirted straight onto my crisp white shirt.
Fucking perfect.
“Fuck.”, I called out.
“I’m sorry, sir.”, the server breathed; I shook my head.
“Not your fault.”, I smiled as she walked away, probably to get some fresh drinks as I’d had the entire contents of the tray poured down my front.
Looking down, I saw the culprit on the floor in front of me sat on her knees, a mass of rich brown hair with copper undertones flowed all around her, lifting her head, deep chestnut brown eyes stared back at me.
Shit.
Holding out my hand to the disaster still sat in a mess on the floor and all I could think was how I’d like that plump pink mouth of hers wrapped around my cock.
Shit, what was wrong with me, I was soaked with beer and all I could think about was fucking her delectable mouth.
Slowly she took my hand; sparks of electricity ran through me as her soft hand touched mine, she finally stood, and my eyes roamed across her face; she finally looked at me and blushed, the new pinkness that adorned her cheeks went straight to my cock.
“I’m sorry, sir.” she meekly spoke.
“Don’t worry about it.” I smiled.
“I don’t usually fall for strangers.” She blushed once more.
Was she flirting with me?
God, she was fucking delicious.
“Must be my lucky day then.”, I smiled.
A loud clap on my back shook me back to reality.
“Sorry, man, I’m going to have to call it a night.”
“Problem?”
“Duty calls.”
“Graveyard shift can be such a drag, Sam.”
“Tell me about it.” Sam laughed.
“Do I need to ask?” Sam pointed to my shirt and raised his eyebrows.
“Funny story, tell you another time.”
“I don’t believe we’ve met; I’m Sam.” Sam held his hand out to the strange but delicious girl who stood in front of me.
“Lexie.” She smiled as she took his hand.
Lexie, even her name was fucking cute.
LEXIE MCVAY
Stumbling through the doors of Bewitching Jewel, I came crashing into something hard; falling back; I hit the ground, laid there in a mess on the floor.
Perfect.
Of course, why wouldn’t I make an extensive display of embarrassment?
At least my day couldn’t possibly get any worse, right?
Wrong.
Raising my eyes, I finally look at him; he towers above me as I’m still sat in a mess on the ground, sleek black jeans, a crisp white shirt that is now stained from the drinks that had connected with his chest, jet black hair with just the faintest hint of brown as the light hits.
Tanned skin, a defined jaw dusted with dark stubble, perfectly masculine features and, my god, the iciest blue eyes I’d ever seen.
He held out his big calloused masculine hands; heat radiated through my palm as our hands connected.
Each time he spoke to me, heat crept up my face.
Could he see me blushing?
I didn’t blush.
Not ever.
What was he doing to me?
I was glad when his friend intruded on our awkward meeting, tall, with kind brown eyes, creases adorned his eyes when he smiled, I relaxed instantly; he introduced himself as Sam, it only seemed fitting I repaid the favor by introducing myself.
So why did the dark stranger seem intrigued at the mention of my name?
Maybe it was in my head.
What a day.
I was right, I should have stayed home where my feet didn’t fail me.
I watched as Sam left the bar, and I was left with Mr. Mysterious just staring at me.
Well this was awkward.
“Do you have a name?”
Does he have a name?
Why did I say that?
“Hunter Brooks.”
Oh, how very formal.
“Nice to meet you officially, and once again, I’m sorry for all of this.”
“It’s fine, honestly, don’t worry about it.”
“Bet you didn’t think you’d bump into a train wreck tonight.”
“Train wreck?” He quizzically raised his eyebrows at me.
“Yes—um—never mind.”
“Okay.”
Great, we were going back to awkward silences.
“Bad day?”
“Bad day? Yes, that’s the understatement of the century.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“Oh, I don’t know how interesting it is.”
“Drink?”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, you look like you could use one, and I’m a great listener.” He smiled, and as his grin grew, little dimples pierced his cheeks on either side, and it was the cutest thing ever.
“You want to listen to my day?”
“Sure, why not.”
“You don’t want to hear about my problems.”
“We’ll see.”
He didn’t give me time to protest as he guided me towards the bar.
“What are you having?”
“Whiskey.”
“Ooh, onto the hard stuff.”
Once again, I could feel the heat creeping up my face to my cheeks, and I desperately hoped that he didn’t notice.
“So tell me your story, Lexie.”
“My story?” He just nodded at me.
“I’m afraid I’m boring, Mr Brooks, nothing to tell.”
“Oh, that I very much doubt.”
I was tipping the cool brown liquid down my throat, licking the drops that escaped and dripped onto my lips.
“Well, you see, Hunter, can I call you Hunter?”
“Yes.”
“My day was going great until I decided to surprise my boyfriend—.”
“You have a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Well, you see, Hunter, I was excited about my new position.”
“Position?”
“Yes, out of hundreds, I was chosen.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” Oh shit, I was blushing again.
“Anyway, I went over to his apartment.”
“Oh he wasn’t happy?”
“Oh, he was very pleased, balls deep in some leggy blonde.”
HUNTER
Wow.
That was quite a story.
Balls deep? Did those words just come out of her filthy mouth? I knew it.
