More Than a One Night Stand Chapter 4
***Authors Note: Here's chapter 4. Characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. The inspired song for this story is 'One Night Stand' by Keri Hilson ft. Chris Brown. Hope you enjoy! ***
Jacob's Pov
Monday morning was a living hell. When I walked through the doors of my auto repair shop, Black Autos, my employees, or should I say friends, started teasing me on the events that had happened Friday night. Embry told all the guys of how I ditched him and took this 'hot chick' home with me.
"I mean I don't blame you, but damn couldn't you have given me a heads up or something. No, you just leave. That cut me deep bro." He held a hand over his chest and gave me a wounded look.
I rolled my eyes at him and continued to my office ignoring all of the guys banter and shut my door. Ever since I was 11, I've been interested in being a mechanic and I have been fixing up cars since the age of 16. My mom died in a car accident when I was 10 years old and ever since I've had this fascination with rebuilding and fixing damaged cars.
There wasn't much work to do. I had gotten all my bills paid and only a few cars came in today so it wasn't much business. I decided to take off early and told my assistant manager, Jared, to close up. Just as I was leaving the shop door slammed open and there stood my ex, Vanessa. And she looked crazy as hell.
"I called you like 27 times this weekend and you didn't pick up!" She pointed a finger at me accusingly.
"That's because you are not my fiancé anymore and I don't have to answer your calls if I don't want to", I replied nonchalantly. I waved to the guys and pushed my way past her.
"Excuse me! Don't walk away from me Jacob Black!"
I ignored her completely and walked to my car. After placing my laptop case in the backseat I began to sit in the driver's seat when she grabbed my arm.
"Don't you hear me talking to you?"
"Yes. I just don't give a damn!" Her grip got tighter. "Ness let go of me." She scoffed but didn't let go.
"I heard you got some the other night. Heard it was some slut you met at a club," she said nastily. I growled at her and shoved her off. The last thing I wanted to think about was Leah.
"That's none of your business," I said through gritted teeth before slamming the door in her face and started the engine. She banged her little fist on my window while screaming at me like a mad woman.
I didn't give her a second glance as I sped away from her. Nessie just stood in the middle of the parking lot screaming after me.
Crazy bitch.
Once at home I began packing for my sister's wedding. She was getting married to and old childhood friend. And when I say friend I don't mean friend at all.
His name is Paul-Douche Bag-Meraz. Well maybe not the douche bag part but that's what his parents should have named him. He is a complete asshole or at least he was the last time I saw him, which was about a couple years ago when he first met my sister again.
Rachel is close to two years older than we are. When she turned 18 she left for college but unlike my other sister, Rebecca, vowed to come back. When she did, she met Paul and he immediately fell for her. It was quite sickening.
So now they proclaiming the undying -insert gag here- love for one another by tying the knot. They're getting married this weekend but I figured I would get started today. It would help me get my mind off of Leah.
Damn. Why did Vanessa have to bring her up? I couldn't get here out of my head. It was crazy. I had to wash the sheets just so her scent, that delicious mango smelling scent, would go away. And sometimes when I closed my eyes I could still see her face clouded with pleasure as I pounded relentlessly into her.
What I needed to do was grow a pair and forget about her. She was just a meaningless fuck. That's all she is. But if that's true why do I keep thinking about her?
***I gave you a little peak into Jacob's life. In the next chapter you'll see a little more of his life and then you'll start seeing things from Leah's point of view and her life. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and PLEASE REVIEW! ***
