Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Chapter 1

Faye read the text message on her phone for the umpteenth time in the last thirty seconds. In a flurry, she threw her phone across the room. Despite the harshness of Faye’s throw, the device landed safely in her dirty clothes hamper. Tears escaped her eyes while frustrated noises reverberated in her throat, and her hands stretched the pillow in her lap.

            “Asshole,” she grumbled once the initial anger subsided. She wiped the tears from her eyes and walked to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she splashed water on her face. The coldness reduced the redness of her cheeks. She spent a few minutes fixing her appearance. Once Faye looked presentable, she grabbed her wallet off the dresser and her phone from the hamper. She checked to make sure she had everything and then left her apartment.

            Faye browsed the books on the bookshelves. She breathed in the smell of new books and freshly brewed coffee. Her mother’s voice filled her mind, saying, “A new book will always repair a broken heart.” At the time her mother instilled this habit was when Faye got rejected for the school play in middle school. The book that fixed that particular broken heart was Drama by Rina Telgemeier. It was the heartbreaks that involved dating where Faye discovered that romance books often featured male main characters who gave everything to their female counterparts. It was the dark romance books that got her through her college years and set her standards and qualities that she desired from a man.

            Faye sat at a table at the café inside the bookstore. This heartbreak required an entire series to mend it, so Faye bought the Vicious Lost Boys by Nikki St. Crowe. She sipped her hot chocolate mixed with French vanilla mocha as she started reading The Never King.

She just started reading The Dark One when a stranger with a motorcycle helmet sat in the chair across from her. Faye peeked at him from the corner of her eye. She rolled her eyes, resumed her reading, and ignored the gentleman. As Faye continued reading, she could feel the stranger watching her behind his visor. Eventually, she snapped her book closed around her index finger and glared at the motorcycle guy. She grumbled, “Can I help you, or do you make it a habit to stare at women reading?”

Helmet boy chuckled and leaned across the table to her. “Actually, I’m a fan of the series. I was working up the nerve to ask you what you thought of the book.”

Faye’s cheeks heated, both from embarrassment and frustration. “That’s none of your concern,” she responded.

Helmet Boy chuckled again. “While you may be right, your body language suggests otherwise.”

            “What do you mean by that?”

Helmet guy held up a gloved hand. “First, the way you crossed your legs. You are subtly rubbing your legs against each other to relieve the pressure growing at your lady parts. Second, roughly every five or six minutes, you either lick your lips or bite your bottom lip. This indicates that whatever you’re reading, you want done to you. In a more…nicer way.” With each point, he lowered a finger. Once he got to his fourth finger, Faye grabbed his hand and pinned it to the table. The blush on her face reached her ears.

            “Okay. You made your point,” she mumbled. “Are you done picking on me now?”

            “Oh Sugar, I’m just getting started.” Faye gritted her teeth at the smugness exuding from his mask. “However, I had something different in mind.”

            “Like what?” Faye asked, her annoyance overpowered by curiosity.

            “I’m assuming that you were recently rejected by a dumbass, which is why you’re reading a recently purchased smut series in public. Am I right?”

Faye rolled her eyes again. “Maybe. What’s it matter to you?”

            “Recently, I find myself in the same boat. Though I’m more into physical revenge.”

Faye nodded, pretending to be disinterested in the conversation now. “Go on.”

            “Would you be interested in a revenge hook-up with…” Helmet boy pursed his lips together as if trying to decide how to word the next half of his sentence. His tongue slipped off between his teeth and lips, making a noise. He continued, “spicy not-safe-for-work pictures sent to our respected exes.”

Faye pondered the idea before she slipped her receipt into her book as a bookmark. “I’m in, Mr. ….” she almost called him Helmet boy when the stranger responded.

            “Bash. You can call me Bash.”

Faye laughed. “Like one of the fae twins in the Vicious Lost Boy series?”

            “Absolutely. Like I said, I’m a fan.”

            “I’m Faye.”

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I’m still calling you ‘Sugar’,” Bash laughed.

Faye laughed back, but Bash startled her with a whisper in her ear: “I’m going to enjoy you staring into my visor and watching me make a pretty mess of you.” The statement and the tone immediately caused Faye to soak her panties as the image of what he described appeared in her mind.

            As the duo exited the bookstore, they exchanged cell numbers. As Bash walked away, Faye called back, “Will I ever see you without your helmet?”

            “Sugar, at this current moment, you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing me without it.”

Faye opened her mouth to say a comeback, but Bash hurried over to her side and whispered in her ear. “You’d be jumping my bones right now if I weren’t wearing my helmet. I can promise you that.” Bash turned on his heels and made his way down the sidewalk. Faye stared at the spot where he stood for a moment. The dinging of her phone brought the world back to focus. She peered down at her phone to see a text from Bash.

            See you tomorrow, Sugar. BTW, wear something sexy. At the end of the text was a winking face emoji.