Hero E-Book

Enrique Cruz

• Herausgeber: Enrique Cruz
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Ever heard of an Alphahole? That's the type of guy that puts real men to shame. They use their looks and charisma to abuse those unfortunate enough to fall in love with them. Unlucky in love, good-hearted Reed Stinger only attracts narcissistic and abusive men who take advantage of his open heart. After he discovers his latest alphahole boyfriend in a compromising position with another man, he’s determined to give up on love forever. When his ex-boyfriend threatens him, Reed discovers that not all macho, alpha men are bad; in fact, they can turn out to be a hero in disguise. Saving the day is a burly, muscular locksmith who's a man of few words, and believes in action over silly talk. Can he restore Reed's faith in love too? This hot and steamy short story contains explicit content and is meant for adults over the age of 18.

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Hero

Enrique Cruz

© Copyright 2016 Enrique Cruz.

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Gracias, Vicente.

Contents

Vinnie and Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

About the Author

Vinnie and Me

“I looked deep into his eyes. A tiny growl came from his throat and then his lips graced mine, first tenderly, then with more force. His beard felt rough, like old velvet as it rubbed against my face. He tasted like no other man I’ve ever met. I had no idea why he was doing this, but I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.”

Ever had one of those days? Yeah, we all have, but this one was even worse. My psychotic ex-boyfriend was threatening me, and I was forced to call for help.

Enter Vinnie, the locksmith. Who knew that a simple call for help would lead to so much more. Not only did he change the locks, he changed my life, and for one night, he became my hero.

This is our story.

Chapter One

My invisible shield was up, or at least the one I projected mentally while taking the train back and forth from work. Strangers are dangerous, always staring, asking for money or feeling you up, so I kept my eyes on my phone. A game of Candy Crush was usually all my brain could handle after a long day at my boring retail job.

I’m never lonely on the train, texting friends during my half hour commute, except when that lame, universal angst creeps up. You know what that’s like; nothing feels right with the universe, no matter how awesome things are going. Packed in with a group of strangers was comforting at times, less lonely.

Especially if your asshole of an ex-boyfriend is still texting you three weeks after you discovered him naked in bed, ankles in the air while some young twink pounded his ass without mercy. Then he became angry with me for invading his space; on my birthday.

Seriously, this is the story of my life; boy meets boy, gets dumped/cheated on/stalked, and is expected to make the ex-boyfriend feel better about themselves so they’ll leave me alone. Usually that works, but Bradley wouldn’t leave me alone, and I could feel my resistance slowly melting.

“Excuse me.” A woman dressed in an off-the-rack knock-off of last season’s tragic puffy-sleeved nightmare squeezed into the seat next to mine, jostling my coffee holding hand in the process. I scowled, hoping to discourage conversation. My phone dinged, so I looked away from her, hoping my best friend Angel had gotten the promotion at work she’d interviewed for.

Shit.

It’s Bradley.

babe what u up 2

The lack of spelling and punctuation pissed me off.  He has a degree and texted like a 14 year old.

Ignoring you.

Bradley is the type of guy oblivious to the world around him. No matter what you say or do, he does whatever he wants, the way he wants, and screw you and your opinions. Otherwise known as my type. For some reason, the more obnoxious a man is, the more I like him. If only he could keep it in his pants.

try ignoring this

Seconds later I’m shoving the phone into my coat pocket, earning a dirty look from the woman next to me. Bradley’s idea of romance is pics of his dick, though I give him thumbs up for creativity; he always decorates it. Blushing, I look out the window, then carefully pull the phone out of my pocket to see his latest masterpiece.

It used to make me laugh, the little eyeballs, hats, and other decorations he’d attach to his dick, but today all I felt was a sense of doom. His cock had evil eyes, slanted, blood red, with little horns attached to the sides. His devil dick. It was just after Halloween, so I could understand the evil dick costume. What freaked me out was my digital alarm clock on the nightstand next to his shoulder. He was posing on my bed, and the clock next to it reflected the date and time.

Today, about 10 minutes ago. Shit.

I managed to stop hyperventilating after the woman next to me asked if I was having an asthma attack. Instead of getting off at my usual stop, I got off one stop past it, thirsting for liquid bliss that only my local gay bar provided. Plus I didn’t know if he was still at my place or not.

Bradley was the guy self-help professionals warn you about. Total narcissist, everything is all about him. He was admittedly in excellent shape, turning heads wherever he went. When he opened his mouth though, people found excuses to leave.

“Oh my, I think my house is, um, on fire. So nice to meet you, bye!”

“I forgot to pick up my baby from daycare yesterday, so sorry to run!”

“Bless your heart sweet pea, I didn’t realize how late it was…”

Yes, I’m exaggerating a bit, but seriously, his constant talk of recent promotions, newest cars, and vacation getaways scared normal people away. Except for insecure misfits named Reed, who thrived on it, until slapped in the face with betrayal.

I managed to seat myself at the bar and order a martini without looking too freaked out when Angel called.

“Hey Reed, are you okay?” Her voice sounded strange, scared even.

I had a mouthful of gin, and suddenly couldn’t swallow it to speak. I made a gurgling noise, and the liquid burned as it made it’s way down my throat.

“I stopped by your place a few minutes ago and saw Bradley coming out of the building. You’re not back with him, are you? ‘Cause if you are, I am taking you to be deprogrammed” she said without pausing for breath. She hated talking on the phone, preferring to text like normal people do. She was definitely worried.

“Oh my god, you won’t believe what he did.” I moaned, then took a quick sip of my drink. “He sent me another dick pic.”