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  ROCK

  THE

  VIPER

  BY

  SAMMIE J

  Rock the Viper

  Published By Sammie J

  Copyright 2014 Sammie J

  Cover design by Kellie Dennis / http://www.bookcoverbydesign.co.uk/

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  WARNING.

  Ends with a cliff hanger,

  Contains M/F/M and M/M loving.

  The story is told from three different POV's.

  Written in British English.

  Graphic descriptions, sexual situations and strong language.

  18+ advised.

  Dedication

  To Monica Campos and Amy Weidman Pro for simply believing in me and for loving my characters as much as I do.

  Contents.

  Title

  Chapter 1 Peppa

  Chapter 2 Peppa

  Chapter 3 Juan

  Chapter 4 Peppa

  Chapter 5 Noah

  Chapter 6 Peppa

  Chapter 7 Noah

  Chapter 8 Juan

  Chapter 9 Peppa

  Chapter 10 Peppa

  Chapter 11 Peppa

  Chapter 12 Juan

  Chapter 13 Noah

  Chapter 14 Peppa

  Chapter 15 Noah

  Chapter 16 Juan

  Chapter 17 Peppa

  Chapter 18 Noah

  Chapter 19 Juan

  Chapter 20 Peppa

  Chapter 21 Noah

  Chapter 22 Peppa

  Chapter 23 Juan

  Chapter 24 Peppa

  Chapter 25 Noah

  Chapter 26 Peppa

  Chapter 27 Juan

  Chapter 28 Peppa

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  ROCK THE VIPER

  Chapter 1 (PEPPA)

  What's the one thing I would change about myself?

  I’m not perfect, but I’m me. I have never felt the desperate need, like some people, to change something about myself, we are all unique.

  The truth is, I wouldn’t change a thing, absolutely nothing. I am what I am and if you don’t like it there’s the door, feel free to use it. Well, maybe I would change something; maybe I could learn to speak my mind more. I hate that this is so easy to say to yourself, but when it comes to the person you want to say it to, the words don't seem to come that easily, especially when that someone is your roommate.

  “Peppa! Are you even listening to me?” I stare at my so-called friend Lara when I hear my name and nod my answer, not really paying attention to her.

  “You really shouldn't wear that top with that skirt, it does nothing for your figure.”

  I turn away from Lara to hide the smile that spreads on my face, as the thought Yeah well, your ass must get jealous of all that shit that comes out of your mouth. Petty? Maybe. Lara has that effect on people and I find myself in a love hate relationship with her most of the time.

  Sadly, it took me a while, but over the years, since becoming friends with Lara, I’ve learned that if she thinks you look better than her, she will do all she can to knock your confidence down and make you second guess yourself.

  The thing is, Lara is stunning, she is your typical Barbie doll; blonde, blue eyed, has the perfect figure and never lacks the attention of males. I’m quite often tempted to look behind her neck to see if there is a “Made in Taiwan” stamp on the back of her neck. Unfortunately, what my roommate lacks is empathy and more often than not, just plain common sense.

  So, I decide to ignore her and continue to put my make up on. This is my first night out since I broke up with my ex-boyfriend and I wasn't going to let her bring me down, ruin my evening, or even put a dent in my self-confidence. She walks over to my wardrobe, declaring that she will find me something to wear, some things are just not worth the trouble, and instead I sigh and let her get on with it. As I apply a thin line of black eyeliner, my mind flashes back to the day I became single again.

  Sometimes we do impulsive things, things that if we think about them later will either make you smile or cringe, well, this was one of those moments. I don’t recall exactly how I came up with the idea, but before I thought too much about it, I found myself on a Friday afternoon riding a lift up to the 5th floor of my boyfriend’s work place, getting ready to surprise him. And when I say surprise him, I mean REALLY surprise him. I had one of those, “I’m a female hear me roar,” moments and I was extremely chuffed with myself and my ensemble; wearing a matching bra, knickers, garter and stockings set all in electric red and black. I was even wearing 4 inch high heels in black. I was respectably covered with a black coat, hiding all that wonderful decadence from the public eye. I opened my coat to see how I look in the lift mirrors and I couldn’t hide my smile as I looked at my reflection and the naughtiness that stared back at me. My 5 foot 7 inches looked good in the outfit; my long brown hair, that was usually in a ponytail to keep it out of the way while I was working, was hanging loose around my shoulders, highlighting my green eyes that were glittering brightly with the excitement that was running through every inch of me. I felt really good about my size 12 body as I looked at my curves in all the right places. As I turn from side to side checking myself out, I can’t help but pat myself on the back with a, “Looking pretty good Peppa, if this doesn’t get him going nothing will,” and I wink at my reflection and giggle.

  I had thought about it a lot lately and I really wanted to spice up our sex life. It felt strange that it had fizzled out after only 10 months of being together. I had always known that Jacob was a workaholic and I was used to seeing him with his phone practically glued to his ear all the time. So here I was, as they say, dressed to kill, and ready to give Jacob the ride of his life.

  As the lift stops on his floor, I fluff up my brown hair, pucker up my red lips and repeat to myself for the hundredth time, “Peppa you can do this,” and step out, heading rather anxiously to his office. I keep my fingers crossed that no one will see me, and breathe out a sigh of relief as I make it all the way to his door with no interruptions. I take a deep breath, and for a moment I feel reluctant to do this, but I knock on his door and walk in. Jacob turns around, startled to see me there, and only acknowledges my presence by putting his finger to his mouth indicating for me to remain quiet, what unsettles me is that he is also giving me the look that I interpret as, “What the hell are you doing here?”

  Not wanting to risk ruining everything, I remain quiet as I watch him walk back and forth as he continues to talk business on the phone. He is getting angrier by the minute which puts me on my guard. I start thinking maybe I should leave, and doubt creeps in about how good an idea this was, but instead, I fight against my instincts to turn around and flee and tell myself, No I am staying and seeing this through. I have taken my time to prepare for this visit, spent over £150 for this sexy outfit and I even played it all out in my mind as to where I wanted it all to lead. Some pretty hot sex on his desk is what I’m hoping for. I can’t wait any longer as the tension rises in me. I open my coat and flash at him, hoping that this will distract him from the telephone conversation that is obviously aggravating him.

  He stops dead in his tracks and gives me a o
nce over. There is no reaction on his face to indicate that he likes what he sees, and then he turns his back on me and carries on with his conversation. I stand there in shock. I’m gob smacked that he ignored me as if I meant nothing to him and it made me feel sick. My shock is soon replaced by humiliation and then the dreaded tears are threatening to spill, but I won’t let him see them, I won’t give him the satisfaction. How can he do this? I’m so hurt by his actions that I want to scream and shout at him but what’s the point? He would probably put his finger to his mouth for me to be quiet again. At this point the humiliation is slowly being replaced by anger and I am seriously considering taking that damn phone and sticking it down his throat.

  Before I do something I’ll regret, I turn to leave and I am horrified that Noah had to choose that exact moment to walk in. Noah could not have timed it worse had he planned it to the tiniest detail. As it was, he is also Jacobs’ boss and Lara's brother. We have known each other for what seems like forever, but that however, doesn’t change the fact that the man is 6ft of pure sex, in fact he oozes it. With his dirty blonde short hair, his brown eyes and a body you would die to kiss and bite, he is every woman’s fantasy and some of them actually even get to live that fantasy, as he is well known in our circle for being a womanizer. I've also loathed him since I was fourteen when he embarrassed me in front of his friends and I have barely tolerated him since.

  He looks me up and down and I can see the lust that’s written all over his face, his tongue is practically hanging out and that smirk of his says it all. I feel myself blush, then my brain kicks in and I’m mortified. Bloody hell! What was I thinking? I quickly pull my coat closed around me and walk past Noah with my head down. There is no way in hell I can look at him. I hear him saying softly, “God Peppa, you’re so beautiful! He’s an idiot if he can’t see that.”

  I walk out the door and I run, well trot, I can’t run well in 4 inch high heels. I’m banging on the call button desperate to get away from Jacob and Noah and this completely humiliating situation. As soon as those lift doors open I rush in and press the ground floor button terrified that either one of those idiots would decide to come after me. As the doors of the lift close, I lean my head against the mirror, the same one that had only moments earlier reflected excitement and now there was only pain as I let loose the inevitable tears.

  I’m still trying to figure out how I managed to drive but I somehow made it home. God knows how I drove with all the crying. And to add insult to injury, that stupid piece of shit car that I happen to drive dies on me and I end up having to get a taxi home, which was embarrassing with the outfit I was wearing. I felt really stupid about it when I arrived home, it’s obvious that the taxi driver could not know that I didn’t have any clothes on under my coat. It’s just as well, had the poor man seen it, I could have added a heart attack and car accident to my list of events for this afternoon.

  I was still self-conscious about my outfit and as I entered my flat and all I wanted to do was take a shower. That sorry excuse for a male, Jacob, had made me feel dirty and unwanted. I was so desperate to be rid of that feeling that I was hoping that maybe I could wash away the hurt, the disgust, I felt for showing my body off to another man and the feelings that came with that. I thought I meant something to Jacob, but I guess the job comes first and I knew I couldn’t compete with that. It’s a bitch to realize that you are not the priority of the man you love. It was with sadness that I admitted that with Jacob, I would always come in second place, or maybe third. As I stepped into the hot water, I knew my relationship was over and single life would beckon me once again.

  Later that night, I have a few glasses of wine to drown my sorrows and stuff my face with ice cream. My phone blares out Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi, I know that it’s Jacob but I don’t bother to answer it. I let it ring several times, humming to the song instead, as if it were playing on the radio. One minute later, I hear the sound that tells me I have a text message. I don’t want to read it yet so I busy myself pretending to clean, but curiosity was killing me and I was dying to know what the prick had to say for himself. So, my cleaning resumed to picking up an item and putting it back down again, when all I really wanted to do is check that message. I battled against myself, my heart and brain were having a full on conversation and I managed to hold out for a total amount of about two minutes, looking at my phone the whole time. Finally admitting defeat, I snatched my phone and read what Jacob had sent me.

  Jacob: “Hi sweetheart, I’m sorry I couldn’t deal with you this afternoon. It was an important call. I really needed to get them signed up. Why did you leave?”

  Did I read that right? Did he say deal with you? I had to read it a couple more times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then I snapped. This son of a bitch was getting it with both barrels blazing.

  Me: “OMFG deal with me???? So you did see me standing there then? Because you made me feel like I was invisible! I left because you ignored me Jacob, you looked straight through me. Did you even notice what I was wearing?”

  Jacob: “Of course I saw you. What do you mean ignore you? I was on the phone for Christ sake. Are you mad at me? And you were wearing a black coat weren’t you? And what the hell does OMFG mean?”

  I really feel like throwing my phone. How much of an idiot can he be!? And why in the hell I am working this out now? “Denial Peppa! Plain and simple denial!” I say out aloud.

  Me: “Did Noah say anything to you?”

  Jacob: “He said something about me being an idiot. What does it matter what Noah said?”

  Me: “The next time you see Noah ask him what I was wearing and I bet he remembers every last detail. And OMFG means oh my fucking god. GOODBYE Jacob, IT’S OVER, simple as that.”

  Jacob: “Peppa what the fuck is going on here, what do you mean it’s over?”

  Me: “Work it out Jacob... FU”

  I think anyone can work out what FU stands for, but then again this is Jacob we are talking about. I wait for a text to come but then my phone starts playing, “I want to lay you down in a bed of roses.”

  “No I don’t,” and I turn my phone off.

  Oh, Jacob didn’t give up trying to get me back, he would phone and text me all the time until I had to change my number in the end. He would send me flowers, turn up at my work. The imbecile even asked some of our friends to talk to me about getting back with him, but I stuck to my guns. I wanted to come first in someone’s life and I wasn’t going to get that with Jacob. So that was it, that was what broke the camel’s back and I find myself single again.

  “Peppa! For Christ sake, hello! Anyone in there?” Lara says as she knocks her knuckles on my forehead. I shake my head and come back to the present and leaving the past well and truly behind me. I look at Lara and contemplate punching her in the face. My patience is running thin and there is only so much crap one person can take at any given time. I was willing to utterly destroy my reputation of being the considerate and tolerant one of the group. Sod tolerance, I was ready to commit serious bodily damage. But I managed to hold myself back.

  “I'm sorry what did you say?” I turn to look at her and she's standing there holding up my little black dress, the same one that I have worn more times than I can remember.

  “You should wear this. It's much better than what you’re wearing now.”

  I look myself up and down and I like the black pleated skirt and the red lace short sleeved top I’m wearing. So, I tell her I’m happy with my outfit and wouldn't have time to change anyway as Monica was due any minute. I turn back to my mirror to finish off my makeup, put on my knee high black boots and I’m ready.

  Monica turns up two minutes later, hooting like a maniac downstairs. I knew this pissed Lara off and even though it drove me a bit nuts as well, today however, I would remember to thank her for it. Just for the distasteful look that it placed on Lara’s face.

  We walk downstairs in silence to find a grinning Monica in the car. Monica is in high spirits, she never was too fond of
Jacob and although she did try to look sorry when I told her about the breakup, she failed miserably. To her benefit though, she did remain by my side when I cried and got me drunk as a skunk and carried me home.

  Lara and I get into her car and we head into town to our local pub while Monica carries on a never ending string of chatter about something she had read in the newspaper that day. I wasn’t paying too much attention, I was still nervous about going out on my own, funny how afraid I was to even consider the whole dating scene again.

  As we pull up into the car park, Lara turns to me with a smug expression on her face as she says, “Noah's firm is signing a new band and they are playing tonight.”

  I was trying to figure out where she was going with this conversation, with Lara there was always a case of a double-edged sword, but before I could say anything she continued,

  “So before you go inside and go all drama queen on us, just so you know, I didn't tell you before, Jacob was the one who found them and he will be in there tonight too.”

  I could have slapped the bitch! She of all people knew how I felt!

  “You horrid bitch! How dare you? You didn’t even give me the option to choose whether or not I wanted to see that bastard again so soon. You know damn well what has been happening and how hard this has been for me. Fuck you Lara! You go and watch the band. And you call yourself a friend? I'm not going in there!”

  Not giving her time to reply I continued my tirade facing Monica this time, “Is there somewhere else we can go? I am looking forward to a night out and having a good time, I am definitely not going back home!”

  Lara snaps back at me, “You're being a child, grow up and move on and forget about Jacob because he certainly has forgotten about you.”

  “What does that mean?” I sit there shaking with anger. While I didn’t want Jacob back, I was not sure I was ready to see him with someone else. The thought that I was so easily replaced hurt my ego more than it broke my heart. It seemed that Lara had been hiding a lot from me but I didn't get to ask anything else as she was out the car and already walking inside the pub.