Mallory made Hendrixx laugh, where I made him growl.
She flirted, where I just got frustrated and said the wrong things.
Mal was pretty and Hendrixx liked to comment on her body, I had been too young to have a woman’s body and wore flannel shirts and dusty jeans. Nothing head-turning about me.
Fast forward five years, add curves, and a chest that seemed to appear overnight at the age of seventeen, and all of a sudden, Hendrixx turned from protective to outright feral. Every man who worked on the Triple H was warned not to look at me, not to get too close to me. Hell, if they even spoke to me, not one of them looked me in the eye, they always looked over my shoulder or at the ground, and I knew that was Hendrixx making that order, I just couldn’t understand why. Why bother giving a shit when for the last seven or so months, he spent more time with Mal than he did with me.
She was engaged to a local farmer, off the market, so they say, so why did Hendrixx not want to come home, opting to hang out with the girl everyone assumed at one time he would end up with eventually?
My inexperience wasn’t helping me figure out men, let alone Hendrixx. I couldn’t ask Lillian, and asking Makena for advice on the subject seemed strange, with Hendrixx being her brother-in-law, and there was no way I was going to ask her sister. Whenever she came over to the Triple H, Mal sought me out and watched me. Just watched me, not in a creepy way, more like she was trying to figure me out. For what? I had no clue, she never talked to me, just went off to find Hendrixx, and the two of them would disappear into the main house for hours, or sometimes they would go to his cottage. When they went there, it was these times I found myself doing something stupid like climbing on one of the bulls, or jumping on a farm dirt bike anything that would have Hendrixx bursting out and stomping down to stop me. It was those times when Mallory would narrow her eyes at me, almost as if she was sizing me up. Not that I gave a shit, she was taken, she shouldn’t be hanging with a single man.
My man.
Where the hell had that come from? Hendrixx wasn’t my anything other than my boss and constant shadow, a pain in my arse, and worst of all—I was in love with him.
I loved his sexy swagger, his cheeky grin, the way his eyes followed every step I took, and those things and more evoked feelings deep inside me.
If I was being honest, my feelings for Hendrixx Hott started when I was no older than fifteen. For a year Hendrixx took me under his wing, getting to and from school, I went riding with him, fixing fences and learning everything there was to know about being a worker on a farm the size of the Triple H. I was practically born on the farm, but my father kept me confined to our cottage and the stables, it was Hendrixx that let me get more involved, spread my wings and furthered my knowledge. Horses are my first love and Hendrixx and Fenixx took the time to teach me all they knew. Hendrixx and I made a good team, apart from his over the top growling every time I went near his stallion. For that year until my sixteenth birthday, our friendship had been spot on all of the time. Then suddenly, he went from caring to almost combative, arguing with me, pushing me around, dictating to me what I could and couldn’t do, even chasing off boys from my school.
And then just like that, Hendrixx and I began a new phase in our relationship, one that consisted of him ordering me about and me ignoring him and doing whatever he didn’t want me doing. I had to say it was fun running him off his feet, looking for me all over the HHH property, I loved seeing the relief spread across his handsome face when he found me. The way he would wrap himself around me, feel his heart beating out of control against my chest and that sexy growl when he scolded me for making him worry, the whole time his trembling hands would be running down my back. Soothing him or me, I wasn’t sure. All I was sure of was I loved it, but now everything was changing.
Hendrixx was changing.
Since Mack and Lenoxx reconnected, Hendrixx was less present at the Triple H. At first, I was happy to hear that Noxx had a son, one he never knew about for three years. His reconciliation with his wife a good thing, but it also brought a problem to my life in the form of Mack’s sister. As if it was easy as pie, Hendrixx jumped back into his friendship with Mallory as if they never parted in the first place. He fell back into old patterns being on the phone with her, and now staying there overnight and even days at a time, I barely got to see him at all anymore.
In the grand scheme of things, I accepted that Hendrixx would never mess with a woman in a relationship with another man. Logically I believed that, but logic didn’t have a place when it came to my wild and out of control imagination. Granted, I was far from experienced in the ways of love and men, but I also wasn’t stupid. It felt to me that Hendrixx was definitely stepping back from me.
Was it because of Mallory? Or was he sick of me?
Under me, Princess shied to the left, losing her footing in a small rabbit hole.
“Hey chickee, calm down,” I
