Flames Returns - Havenwood Series (Book 1)

Nadia POV: "Another!" I holler at the bar man as I slam the now empty tequila glass down. "Bad day?" He smiirks as he pushes a fresh one across the bar top to me before passing m the salt. Rolling my eyes at him, I don't bother with a reply. Handing him a note, I stand, sliding my leather jacket over my shoulders before walking towards the door leading outside. Aware of many men's eyes following me as I confidently make my way outside for a smoke, I internally grin as I note that my aim to get noticed is so far successful. As I reach the door, a tall gentleman with messy black hair holds the door open, seeing the eyes's of the few women who are around widen, I smile widely showing off my straight white teeth. "Thanks handsome" I purr as I trail my fingers lightly over his shirt when I pass, hearing his breath hitch as his eyes watch my movement, I wink at him before I continue on my way. Letting out a sigh as I reach into my back pocket for my smokes, I fumble around for my lighter buried at the bottom. Once I reach around the corner I allow my stance to relax as I take a moment to myself. Sparking up, I close my eyes as I lean back on the wall ready to enjoy a few moments of peace and quiet. Hearing a familiar noise of slapping skin, I bite my lip to hold back my giggle as I realise somewhere close by there are a couple f*****g. "Ah s**t" I exclaim quietly as I cant stop the snort that escapes me followed by a quiet chuckle. Taking a drag on my cig, I open my eyes only to meet those of a woman pushed up against a wall about 15 metres down from me. With a shriek she grasps the mans shoulders and he immediately stills in his movements. Slowly he turns his head, his bright blue eyes widening as he catches sight of me. "Please don't stop on my account" I smirk as I continue to smoke, not moving from where I'm stood. "What the f**k?" The girl screeches, "b***h, leave!" Shrugging, I take another drag not dropping my eyes as they both look at me. The young woman with a cold glare while the man looks at me in quiet amusement. "Nope" I drawl sounding bored. "f*****g w***e" the girl hisses. "You enjoy watching or something?" "Or something" I reply vaguely as I flick my ash end on the floor. "Although it is pretty amusing that the one who is currently being railed outside a bar in a public smoking area has the balls to call me the w***e, especially when said girl sounds more fake than a woman in porn" I add on with another chuckle as the woman's face flushes a deep red. With that, the man quickly pulls out and drops her as he tucks his manhood back in his trousers, all while still watching me with his amused expression. Ignoring his piercing gaze, and the fact that his messed up hair and striking tattoos make my stomach flutter slightly, I continue to smoke my cigarette as he nears. "May I?" He asks gesturing to my smoke packet. Wordlessly, I hand him a cig, being careful not to touch his skin after his recent position. "You're new around here" he states as he gets his own lighter. "Not really" I reply as I bite back a laugh watching the poor girl scramble to pull down her top and skirt. Raising a brow, he keeps watching me as the girl waltzes up behind him, reaching round and stroking his arm as she bats her fake lashes at him. "Zak..you coming baby?" She asks in her nasally voice as I watch a slight grimace cross his face. Shaking her hand off of him, he steps back. "I've had my fill, you go back" he tells her coldly. "Zak" she grasps, her eyes widening. "God to the club house, there will be more than enough c**k there for you" he shrugs as she narrows her eyes at him before spinning on her heel and marching off. Finally letting my laugh escape, I throw my head back as my laugh pierces the quiet night. "Wow, such a gentleman...Zak" I sneer as I stab out my smoke. "It's what she is there for" he says quietly. "Club girls huh" I chuckle, "desperate for some c**k and attention." "Something like that" he sighs as looks away, embarrassment showing on his face for the first time. "Well, I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you, but it definitely wasn't me feeling the pleasure. Have a good night Zak" I smirk as I step around him and saunter back inside, aware of his piercing gaze burning into my back as I walk away. "Your name?" He shouts as I reach the door. "Flames" I say clearly over my shoulder, before opening the door and moving inside out of the crisp night air. *********************** Twenty minutes later, I'm back at the bar, waiting to get the attention of the busy bar staff when I hear a voice. "So...Flames, was it?" The smug voice asks. "It was" I confirm, my eyes not turning to look at him. "And your real name is?" He asks as I feel him slide onto the stool next to me. Finally turning my attention to him, I see he has one leg resting on the stools step and the other stretched out making him look relaxed as his muscles flex from his slight movements. Ignoring the heat I feel once more, I shrug before speaking. "None of your business" I chuckle before catching the bar mans eye and signalling for another drink. "What do I have to do to learn that?" Zak drawls, his eyes never leaving my face. My eyes catch sight of his patch now that he's got his leathers on full show, I furrow my brows at the sight of it...the Outlaws, well damn. There goes my fun mood for the night. "Unfortunately you wont be learning my name tonight" I tell him bluntly as his brows fly up in surprise at my sudden cold tone. "Oh come on darlin" he grins, recovering quickly as my stance stiffens further. Seeing my drink ready from the corner of my eyes, I hand the bar man the money and down the shot in one without so much as a grimace as it burns my throat on the way down. Lifting my hand up, I trace the bikers patch and I cant help the look of disgust that spreads across my face as I make contact with it. "I despise this patch, if you think you had any luck before, then I would have said potentially..if you'd given that c**k a thorough clean of course. But now, now you dont stand a damn chance." With that his face closes off and his eyes harden, all earlier amusement gone form his face. "You got a problem with the club?" He asks through a clenched jaw. "I do" I sneer, ubothered by his hostility as I lean down and grasp my bag. Standing up, I see his eyes flicker back to mine, aware that he's looked at my full ass in these tight jeans as soon as my attention has moved from him. "I have no interest in becoming a club girl or an ol' lady. Especially after finding you with your d**k in one of those club girls in particular, from the sounds her p***y made, she has been around a fair few times and been stretched out real good. I'm like to keep mine nice and tight you know, in its prime so to speak. Go have fun with your club girls, my interest has gone" I tell him as his jaw drops open in surprise at my fiery speech. "Like I said before Zak, have a good night" I sneer as I brush past him, making my way outside, once more I'm aware of the many eyes watching me as I go. The same man who held the door open previously, does so again. Pausing I look at him and offer him a seductive smile. "And you are..?" I purr. "Nathan" he breaths as his eyes watch my hand reach up and straighten his collar, leaving my hand lingering on his solid chest I lean forward. "You really go look good in that shirt" I murmur as I wink up at him. "I hope I see you around" I say before slipping past and walking down the street towards my new house. Well I wanted to get noticed tonight, and I most certainly managed that.