Unintended

By Amity Cross

Blair believes she's broken beyond repair.
West believes he's beyond redemption.

It doesn't stop either of them from fighting for what they want. Even if they have to go down kicking and screaming to get it.
But there's one final hurdle before the finish line. West hasn't been entirely honest and when the past finally comes back to bite him in the ass, it's either going to be rainbows and fluffy kittens or total annihilation. If he wants to win Blair's love, he has to come clean. Not just to her...but the entire world.
All the biggest mistakes are unintended, but this time it might ruin them forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicole R. Taylor
• Release date: May 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310791970

Amity Cross

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One

Blair

The first thing I did when I laid eyes on Jake West, was slap him as hard as I could. The second thing I did, was go for his balls with a strategically aimed knee, but he was too quick. A hand grasped my thigh and he shifted himself out of range.

Okay, so I deserved that, he said, as I stepped away from his toxicity.

I stared at the bright red hand mark on his cheek and hoped it fucking stung like a bitch. Get the fuck out before customers start coming in. I glanced at the front of the shop where I was currently standing in the middle of, racks of black PVC corsets and clothes around me. Uber goth central, smack bang in the middle of Camden, London.

No.

No? I rose my eyebrows at him, trying not to take in his sexy as fuck body. It was cold out, so he was wearing a black biker jacket over his trademark tight T-shirt and jeans. He was trying to press my buttons. I fucking work here, asshole. It's not fight night and believe me, that backhand was just a taste tester.

You need to stop running and listen, Blair.

"I believe the last thing I said to you was, don't follow me."

You really think I was gunna listen? he asked, stepping closer. I know you still have feelings for me. I can still see it in the way you move. The acid in your voice. I'm here to show you-

You don't have the right to come here and tell me what I should feel, I hissed. You gave up just when things got hard. I never gave up.

You're so fucking strong, wildcat.

Don't call me that. I flinched away from him, digging my fingernails into my palms.

You're the strongest woman I know, B. You have a beautiful heart and a beautiful soul and I'm sorry I hurt you.

"Shut up."

West clamped his mouth shut, sensing he'd laid it on too thick. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and looked around the shop. He was nervous and Jake fucking West was never nervous. I was kinda enjoying watching him squirm.

How did you even find me? I never told anyone-

I hired a private investigator.

"You fucking what?" Anger flared in my gut and my skin pricked with a renewed urge to kick him in the balls. How dare he sift around in my private life without my permission. How dare he have a stranger find out the things I wanted to keep locked away.

Blair, you disappeared. You just vanished.

Did you ever stop to think I wanted to?

I know you wanted to, he said evenly. It's exactly what I did when I fell apart. You're falling apart, Blair.

And why the fuck do you care? You let some slut suck you off and you called her my name you son of a bitch.

I know I fucked up-

"How could you think I was her? I hadn't cried once since I left him, but tears were currently threatening my hard exterior and it made me even more pissed at him. I wouldn't let him see me cry. Do you understand how much I hate you, West? I fucking hate you. I gave you everything."

I know, he said, a sigh escaping his lips. I know Furlough played you. I know what he did and he's gone for good, but I know what I did was fucked up. The kicker was that he knew what I was going to do and did nothing to stop it. I did it anyway. I wasn't strong enough to handle losing you. That night, I thought you'd gone for good.

"All I can hear is blah blah blah, I hissed. Fucking excuses."

I'm getting better, Blair. I- He ran a hand through his hair, becoming more agitated. Glancing out the front of the shop, I noticed a heavyset guy standing just outside, watching our exchange.

Who's that? I asked, nodding at the man. Is he your boyfriend?

Glancing over his shoulder, West shook his head. That's Josh. He's my sober companion.

Good for you. I rolled my eyes and looked away, too hurt and shocked by his sudden appearance to be anything but a bitch. It was probably a good thing he was getting help. Proper help.

We stood in silence for a while, Sisters of Mercy playing some twisted goth anthem through the shop speakers. Despite the searing hate I felt at seeing him, I could still feel that palpable attraction crackling in the air between us. It knocked the wind right out of me and I realized I still cared about him. My body cared about him, but my heart wanted to bitch slap him from here into next year. What use was caring for someone if you couldn't trust them? I didn't want mindless fucking anymore. I didn't want mindless anything. I wanted to fill my heart up with someone and them to fill theirs with me in return, but all I seemed to get was a hollow ache.

Standing there staring at him, staring at his perfect as fuck body, thinking about his delicious cock, his wicked words…all I felt was the rising need to run. I thought about quitting my stupid job, going back to the flat I rented a room in, packing my suitcase and going to Heathrow and getting on the next flight outta Dodge. Travel the world and see the things I always wanted to see. Fill my heart with me.

Snapping out of his awkward silence, West reached behind him and pulled out a white envelope from the back pocket of his jeans. Turning it over in his hands a few times, his expression changed like he was trying to decide whether he should give it to me. After a moment of silent deliberation, he held it out.

What's this? I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

Take it. He waved it at me until I reached out and snatched it from his fingers. We're playing the Roundhouse on Friday. I'd really like it if you'd come. I have something I'd like to show you.

I held the envelope to my chest, wrapping my arms around myself like it'd protect me from him. I took your stupid envelope, now get out.

He looked down at the floor, his brow furrowing and sighed. Please consider it.

I didn't trust myself to answer, because my knickers were getting wetter by the second as my traitorous body reacted to his presence. How could I still want him like that after I saw some other bitch sucking him off? His gaze met mine and it was so full of emotion - regret, hope, lust, pain - that I looked away. I didn't have to watch him walk away from me and out of the shop because I was aware of every tiny move he made.

Hey bitch, a familiar female voice called out and I looked up to see Lucy walking in. She turned to check out West's ass as she passed him and mouthed, fucking sexy, at me.

West chose that moment to glance back and our eyes met. A sexy, lopsided grin pulled at his lips and then he was gone, his boyfriend slash sober companion turning to follow him down the street.

Who was that? Lucy asked in her thick Scottish accent. She was this bombshell uber goth with her perfect makeup, blood red lips, tiny waist and Bettie Page fringe framing her porcelain skin. We were a stark contrast standing side by side. Me with