Authentic Imposter by Hazel Jonas
Chapter 5
Silver
Fuck.
What do I do?
My grip on the edge of the sink slips, vision blurring in and out. I started the shower, but I can’t hear the rush of the water over the roar of my thoughts. Twenty feet away on my mattress, dripping with my cum, is the only person I’ve ever cared about. Lilly shouldn’t be here. She’s too ambitious and stubborn for her own good. But I can’t bring myself to blame her.
I’m stronger than her. I should have held her at arm’s length.
I’m scarier than her. I should have spiked terror within her with threats.
I’m more authoritative than her. I should have spoken from my heart and convinced her to leave.
Now Lilly knows the truth. She’s seen me with her own eyes and felt my very alive touch all over her skin. I shudder at the memory of an event that happened only minutes ago. My precious Caoineag kissing me without hesitation. Ruffling my hair and stroking my soul to the surface. Aura bouncing between anxious, angry, and horny before my eyes. All of the same emotions coursing through my own chest.
The first thing I noticed was her hair. The curls were longer, reaching past her chin. Through all her pain and grieving, the motivation to keep her hair short dissipated.
Lilly’s numb to the world, and she’s come to me for help. She wants answers I can’t give her. I won’t give her.
I swooped her up and carried her back to my hideout with every intention of fucking her speechless. My cocks were so hard it was a painful walk home. The lack of blood in my brain didn’t help either. There was yearning in her words and expression that didn’t match her aura. Until I got her into bed, at least. Those mismatches tugged at my gut, warning me something was wrong. I brushed it off.
For fuck’s sake, she just discovered her former lover was alive. Of course, her emotions and body language are going to be all over the place!
That thought leads me back to reality. My place of panic. Now what?
Lilly can’t stay with me, but there isn’t a chance in hell I’m letting her go again. How can I? Glen failed to keep her safe!
She traveled thousands of miles to find me. The first thing she did was kiss me! Not slap me or scream at me or knee me in the dicks. No! Lilly pressed her pearly pink heart-shaped lips to mine with such fervor and pent-up need, like I was the only reason she had to live. I’ve never felt so wanted and desired in my entire life. Those kisses in the alley paled in comparison to every previous time I’d kissed her.
Yet here I stand. Moping about in my bathroom, waiting for Lilly to come rescue me from myself.
Fuck, I’ve been in here a while. All alone.
A new level of panic sinks in. I rinse my hands off in the shower’s spray, making sure all traces of lube are gone. My bare feet smack against the unfinished floors as I retrace my steps back to where I left Lilly. The cold should hurt, but I don’t register the pain.
Or at least not the pain in my feet.
My bed is empty of my favorite human. The pile of pink and purple clothes is missing. The only remaining trace of her is the bottle of lube near the pillow I wedged under her hips.
“Caoineag?” I call out, my voice strained, coming out more like a pained cry.
Silence greets me.
Threading my fingers in my hair, I pace back and forth, shouting out her name.
No one responds.
A roar ricochets off the concrete walls. I search though my discarded clothing until I find my phone. Back to pacing. My feet go numb as I send a message to Lilly.
Where are you?
My spent cocks, tacky with her arousal and lube, make walking uncomfortable. I curse and snarl, stomping back to the shower and ditching my phone in the sink before hopping in. Quickly cleaning the evidence of my failure to control myself, I try my damndest to calm down. Maybe she went to go get her things, and I didn’t hear her tell me. Or she… she… she what? Seduced me, fucked me, and bailed?
But why?
Uh, because I’m a violent, evil, monstrous alien who’s only good for his two cocks and his inhuman knowledge of where the clitoris is.
A slicing, aching pain burns down my sternum. I swear both of my hearts split in half. A gush of liquid warmth spreads into my lungs, threatening to drown me. Turning the shower off, I press my forehead against the wet tile. Sucking in my cheeks, I bite down on them in anger. My nails dig into my palms hard enough to bite.
Lilly wouldn’t use me. Lilly wouldn’t—
Plastic buzzes against ceramic. The obnoxious sound nearly knocks me over. Slipping and tripping, I somehow manage to not die during my scramble to grab my phone from the sink two feet away. A message from Lilly glares at me.
I never want to see you again.
If she’d shot me in the stomach at point blank range while looking me dead in the eyes, my hearts would hurt less than they do in this very instant. My legs give out, knees hitting the ground and sending pain shooting up my back. I text her back. I have a question I need an answer to.
Did I hurt you?
A message pings back almost as quickly as mine went out.
Fuck off. Leave me alone.
My vision goes green, mouth tightening as if I tasted something vile. Legs suddenly regaining strength, antsy for me to spring up to my feet and charge into a fight. Fingers gripping the phone hard enough the plastic case cracks. Screen fizzling as the electronics are exposed to me. The phone dies out before crunching under the weight of my fist. Glass shards, metal fragments, and hot wires dig into my skin.
Leave HER alone?! Who stalked whom? I sure as fuck didn’t go gallivanting back to Gridwell to get my cocks wet and snuggle up with my Caoineag. I do not understand why I’m shocked by Lilly’s behavior. I fell in love with a spotlit, sheltered, virginal mafia princess. I fucking deserve these heart aches.
This brat sincerely believes she can waltz up to Canada, lure a monster like me into bed, and walk away with no consequences?
Abso-fuckin-lutely not.
For at least five years, Lilly has desperately deserved a life lesson or twelve. She’s spent twenty-four years around some of the world’s most dangerous and violent humans. Completely blind to the reality of their threats to the world. Not a singular clue or thought or understanding of what the Syndicate actually does to people.
To make matters worse, she thinks I’m no more dangerous than her cousin-in-law, dead husband, and father-in-law. Ha! Jokes on her! I’ll show her. I’m going to show her. And when I do, she’ll come to regret her actions. Because she’ll discover I’ll never even allow her a chance to make any mistakes again.
And while I’m at it, I’ll give Glen the second scare of his life.