I walked into the apartment and glanced around silently. I didn’t hear any noise inside so I gently closed the door behind me and locked it. I glanced around at the open floor plan apartment. To the right was a futon in front of a TV hanging on the wall. Beyond that were vertical blinds with a sliding glass door behind it leading out to the small, concrete patio.
To the left was a small dining room with a circular table with two chairs. Behind that was a cozy, white and wood kitchen. I walked over to the table as my eyes studied the vase of red roses upon it. My fingers traced over the flowers before picking up the piece of paper on the table. It was a handwritten note in Ace messy handwriting.
Stella-
I’m sorry I blatantly failed you again. I have more remorse than I could ever write you about, baby. I know I hurt you, and the fact you were almost seriously injured killed me inside. I’m begging for your forgiveness.
I screwed up, and I want to fix this. I have to work until six, but I’d like to pick you up and take my gorgeous woman out to a nice dinner, because that’s what she deserves. Please go with me.
Love,
Ace
PS … stay sour, not sweet baby
My heart lightened slightly at the note and the ending with our inside joke. My eyes wandered down to the table and the corners of my lips tugged upwards as I looked at my favorite snack, Rice Krispie treats. Beside them was a bag of Sour Patch Kids. My mind wandered back to a couple years ago when I was only a sixteen-year-old girl snacking on them.
“Why do you love those so much?” Ace asked as he skipped a rock across the pond beneath the glistening sun.
I smiled at him as I sat on the green grass and popped another Sour Patch Kid into my mouth. My face squinted at the sourness. “Because I’ll never stay sweet. I’ll always stay sour.”
He chuckled as he picked up another rock and skipped it across the pond again. “That’s what I love about you.”
I smiled as I swallowed and popped another one in my mouth. My entire face scrunched as my eyes watered. “This one’s really sour.”
Ace laugher rung in my ears as his loving brown eyes danced upon me. “Never stop making that face. It’s perfection.”
I burst into laughter as I threw one of the candies at him. He picked it up, throwing it into the lake. “Now a fish can be sour with you.”
“I’d rather you be, “ I retorted.
He smirked as he turned his handsome face to me. “I’m whatever you are, baby.”
I blinked rapidly, dispelling the memory as I dropped the note back onto the table and grabbed the candy. I opened the bag as I walked down the hallway off the living space. To the left was a spare bedroom and the guest bathroom. I turned to the right toward the master suite. It was nothing special, just a bedroom large enough for our queen bed and a small dresser. Attached was a private bathroom.
I wandered into the room as I grabbed the first candy and popped it into my mouth. My face scrunched at the sourness as I tried to think. Did I want to go to dinner with Ace? Did I want to forgive him? I loved him so much, and I knew this wasn’t him. Not the real Ace that I had fallen in love with years ago. He was the kindest, most loving man I had ever known. I had given him everything: my body, my mind, my heart. He was just having a hard time. I needed to be there for him. I could get him through this. I had an obligation to help him as he had helped me.
I sighed as I tossed another one of the sour candies into my mouth and my eyes began to water. I fervently chewed on the candy as I got up with my decision made. I headed into the shower to prepare for my impending date.
Dressed in my best black dress, I sat impatiently on the futon in the living room. My hair was up in a cute little up do with only a few strands left to hang down around my while my face was done-up with make-up and my brightest red lipstick.
I crossed my legs, my foot bouncing as I waited for Ace to get home. My phone dinged and I pulled it from my purse, hoping it wasn’t a cancelation message from Ace. I had already gotten all ready. I looked at a message from an unfamiliar number. My eyes narrowed as I opened the message.
Hey! It’s your hero, aka Alaric. Here’s the address for the boxing match.
My heart gave the tiniest flicker as my eyes went over his name. Another message quickly came through.
Isn’t it customary for a damsel in distress to give her knight-in-shining armor a kiss in gratitude?
I shook my head, but I absentmindedly chewed on my lip, imagining his lips upon mine, my fingers sliding into that thick, wavy hair. I blinked rapidly and brought myself back to reality. I had a boyfriend, this was ridiculous. Why did this man have such an effect on me?
I knew I shouldn’t, yet somehow I found myself typing a message back. You’re in the wrong century. This is the 21st century.
I only had to wait a minute for a message back. My bad. How about a kiss for winning my match?
I thought a second before replying. I had to shut this down. I never said I was coming.
His response back was quick. Not yet, but you will.
My jaw dropped as I let out a light chuckle. I needed to get my mind out of the gutter about this guy because I read that text so wrong.
The door to our apartment opened and I quickly put my phone down guiltily and looked up. Ace walked in with another dozen roses in his hands. His black hair was gelled up and back perfectly. His brown eyes were clear and white. He wore black trousers, a deep blue, button up shirt and a black suit jacket. Relief spread across his face as his eyes fell upon me and a smile pulled at his lips.
“You’re here,” he whispered softly as he swiftly walked over to me.
I stood up, straightening my dress with my fingers. “I am.”
He wrapped his arms around me as he whispered in my ear. “I’m so sorry, Stella. I love you more than anything on this earth. Please forgive me, baby. It was just the drugs, I swear.”
“I know,” I replied honestly because I knew, deep down, Ace was the most amazing man I had ever met. He was kind and charming and would do anything for me. He had proved that not long ago. He had went to extreme measures to help me, and I would never forget that. Now he was the one needing help, and I was determined to be the one who saved him.
A slight smile spread across his face as he put his elbow out to me. “Shall we?”
I smiled back at him as I slipped my fingers into the crook of his arm. “We shall.”
“What will it be?” Ace asked as he perused over the menu. “Anything you want, okay?” His eyes lifted from the menu to me in the upscale restaurant.
“You really don’t have to do this,” I explained softly as my eyes widened at the prices.
He chuckled lightly. “I want to. You deserve the best, baby. I want to be the man who gives it to you.”
A waiter arrived, taking our orders and bringing us drinks. I sipped on my water as my eyes wandered around the restaurant and all the patrons dressed in their best attire.
“Did you … “ he trailed off as his fingers traced over the deep red table cloth on the table. “Did you talk to the police about the fire?”
My eyes narrowed slightly as the tiniest flame of anger ignited from his abandonment in the fire that nearly took my life. “They came to the hospital and asked me questions.”
“What did you tell them?” he quickly asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I just told them I was at a friend’s and woke up to the fire.”
He let out an audible sigh as he leaned back in his chair. “ “ Jaxon wanted to know what you said.”
I pressed my lips together. Jaxon was the owner and founder of Blue Hades, an illegally ran brothel on the outskirts of town. It operated as a legal strip club and bar, but behind the private doors was the brothel. Jaxon was also running drugs from his business, something that Ace had recently gotten involved in to make extra money. He always thought we needed more, that I deserved more. It was as though, in his brain, if he didn’t provide me with a certain lifestyle, I would leave. No matter how hard I tried, I never could seem to make him understand my love didn’t have a price tag.
“What if I had told them something?” I asked as I studied him. “What if you had to choose between me or Jaxon?”
Ace smirked slightly though I could see the fear flicker across his face. “I would be with you, baby. You know that.” He reached across the table and took my hand into his, this thumb gently rubbing the top of my hand. “I’m always on your side”.
I smiled lightly at him,his words soothing my indecision and unease. I was being ridiculous. Of course he was on my side. He was always in my side.
His eyebrows rose as he lowered his face slightly, his eyes dancing over me. “Haven’t I proven that to you yet?”
I blew out a breath as I squeezed his hand. “Yes. Of course. I’m sorry.”
He smiled as he winked at me. “I’ll prove it to you again and again. I won’t ever stop. You’re worth that to me.”
My body warmed at his declaration as our hands broke apart as a waiter arrived with our food.
“ I love you Stella”.
“I love you too”
I applied my make-up heavy, as I always did when working at Blue Hades. It wasn’t my dream job. It’s not like I grew up thinking I hope one day I work in a brothel. No, this job was one of necessity. That’s all it was, a job. It didn’t define me, or make me any worse than anyone else on this earth. I stared into my brown eyes in the mirror as I applied mascara like a pro. I curled my long, brown hair and sprayed it into place before running my fingers through the curls to give it that sexy, messy look. I never wore it this way except for when I was working at Blue Hades. I blew out a breath as I examined myself in the mirror. I tugged down on my tiny mini skirt and adjusted my slinky red top. The guys always loved red. I put a swipe of bright, red lipstick across my lips. I ran my fingers through my hair once more, trying to get as much volume as I could. I strutted down to the main living space of the house where myself and the three other women working this Friday night gathered.
I picked up a couple extra shifts at Kiki’s the next week, trying to make up for the loss of money on Saturday night. Alaric never text me any further and I had pushed him and his green eyes out of my mind. I rushed around, taking care of my tables in the middle of the week over the lunch hour when Ace came in. My smile at his appearance faded as I approached him and saw his dark shades on despite being indoors. “Why do you have sunglasses on indoors?” I jokingly asked him as I reached over to take them off. He swatted my hand away. “I came here to eat, not for fashion advice.” My stomach dropped as I took in the sight of him. His hair which he normally straightened and styled was curly and unkept. His jaw was set and his hands twitching slightly. He shifted on his feet as though he couldn’t stand still. His clothes were baggy and he was far from the nicely dressed appearance he normally gave out. He was on drugs again. “What do you want?” I asked him softly. He laughed at me as
I slowly sauntered toward the firehouse, internally debating if this was a brilliant idea or a completely stupid one. I placed Alaric’s forgotten hat atop my head as I approached the firehouse and hoped he was actually here. As I got closer, I could see him standing outside the firehouse speaking with a couple other men. One of the men had been with him at the restaurant and slapped his arm and pointed toward me. Alaric turned around, a broad smile spreading across his face as his eyes looked me up and down. “That hat’s never looked so good,” he hollered at me in his delicious accent. “Like it?” I asked as I tipped the brim slightly. “It’s new.” He said his goodbyes to the men he had been talking to and walked over to me. He slid his hands across my stomach and onto my hips as he lowered his lips to my ear. “I’d like to see you in just that hat.” His warm breath tickled my ear as my insides tingled at his words, my skin aflame at his touch. A fire ignited deep within me, my entir
I sat in our apartment alone on the futon the next day. Ace was who knows where. I had come home yesterday after my rendezvous with Alaric to an empty apartment. Ace had never called or text me to tell me his whereabouts, which wasn’t that unusual if he was high on drugs. I was worried about something much deeper than whether Ace was currently high on drugs or not. Had I cheated on him? I shook my head. The thought was ridiculous. I had a job which was a sexual position. I had sex with men for money. It was nothing more than a financial transaction, which was exactly what had happened between Alaric and me. He had paid me for sex, like any other man did. Why did I have this guilt than? Why did I feel as though I had done something wrong? Was it because of how badly I had desired him? Or how about how I had consented to the sex before ever knowing he was a paying customer? I had wanted him before I knew he was paying. I had wanted him on a personal level, not a professional level. I
I took the bus across town to my friend, Catherine’s, apartment. I knocked at her door and she quickly opened it, a smile spreading across her face when she saw me. “Stella!” she squealed as she wrapped me into a tight hug. “Honey, it has been too long” she drew out in her southern accent. “Get in here girl!” She moved her petite frame to the side as she held the door open for me. I stepped into the apartment and out of the hot Florida heat. The cool air conditioning felt heavenly. She closed the door, trapping the heat out of her large apartment as she skipped happily next to me and led me over to the oversized, brown couch with bright white pillows. Her living room was at least twice the size of mine, and beautifully decorated. I never understood why she didn’t go into interior design with the natural talent she had. “So” she drew out as she sat down next to me. Her blonde hair fell in large waves around her tiny face. She looked like a real-life Tinkerbell and had the voice to m
I stood at the stove, cooking myself some scrambled eggs for lunch. I had rose early and Ace had driven me to get some much-needed groceries for our apartment. He had left to head to work as I put the food away and cooked for my rumbling stomach. A quick knock at the door drew my attention away from what I was doing. I walked over and opened the door to find no one there. Confused, I glanced around and noticed the note taped to our door from our landlord. I pulled it off and read the official notice our of impending eviction unless we paid our rent within the next two weeks. I angrily clutched the note in my hand as I stormed inside, throwing the door behind me, and charged toward my phone. I quickly dialed Ace number and he picked up within a couple rings. “Hey baby” he said happily. “Why are we getting an eviction notice?” I shot out immediately. The line went silent for a moment. “What are you talking about?” he finally asked slowly. “An eviction notice for unpaid rent! They
Ace surprised me when I came home and cooked me a delicious Italian pasta dish with homemade breadsticks. We relaxed together on the futon and eventually made-out before moving to the bedroom. I laid beside him in his arms after making love and stared up at the ceiling. For the first time in forever, I felt guilty after having sex. I should have felt guilty for my romp with Alaric. I should feel remorse or shame for taking his money in exchange. Instead, I felt guilty for being with Ace; as if I was somehow cheating on Alaric by having sex with my own boyfriend. It was ridiculous and insane and made no sense at all; but it felt like it should be Alaric’s arms I should be laying in. It should be his bed and his home. His broad smile kept flashing through my mind. The taste of his lips taunted me, growing a constant need inside me for him. The feel of his body on body on mine, of his hands exploring every single inch of me, set my body aflame with desire. I shook my head as I rolle
I stood watching him leave, completely thrown off by him. When I had first met him, he had nearly undressed me the first chance he got. And now he was asking if I wanted a drink? Men were fickle things. I wandered back into the condo and looked around the room. Various landscape photos hung on the wall. There was a bookshelf near the large screen television and I walked over, my fingers skimming over several classic books. I noticed a guitar sitting in a stand over in the corner and strolled over to it. I gently traced my fingers over the strings just as Alaric returned to the room. I turned around toward him as he walked in with two water bottles. “I got one for me, too,” he explained as he held one out to me. “Do you play?” I asked as I took the water bottle. “And thank you.” “Yes” he replied as he opened his and took a long drink. “And you’re welcome.” I grinned at him as I opened my water bottle. “Will you play something for me?” He hesitated and I noticed something flicker a
One year later ... I drew in a long, slow breath to calm my nervous excitement as I lit the candle atop the chocolate cupcake I had secretly bought. I had made arrangements for it to be delivered while we were out sightseeing. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined I would be in Hawaii, let alone be enjoying my honeymoon there. Alaric and I had said our vows on the beach just days ago, surrounded by our friends. Now, we were alone, just him and I to start our new life as husband and wife. He was my husband. Just the thought sent butterflies into flight in my stomach. We were married. He was mine forever. I closed my eyes as his vows whispered into my ears in his delicious British accent. He had stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes and declared his never-ending love for me. Somehow, I had managed to stay standing while I melted inside. I had opted out of a big wedding dress. Instead, I wore a knee-length white dress. It was sleeveless and cinched at the waist. It pu
Another month passed by as I forged forward with a life I had once only dreamt about with Alaric. I came home from working at the hospital on a random weekday and opened the condo door. I stepped inside and immediately noticed how eerily quiet the condo was. "Alaric?" I called out as I took a step forward. He was supposed to be off today. My stomach dropped as I wondered if he had been called in. "Alaric?" I took another step forward when something crunched beneath my foot. I lowered my eyes to the floor and looked quizzically at the rose beneath my shoe. I slowly bent down and picked it up. I inspected the red rose in my hand, wondering what on earth it was doing there, as my eyes gazed across the floor of the condo. My breath caught as my heart beat rapidly as I stared at the trail of red roses laid out before me. I trembled with an excited anticipation as I began to follow the trail, picking them up as I walked. I followed their path to the back patio door. I slid the door open
I slowly woke up the next morning, safe and loved in Alaric's strong arms. The sunlight streamed from the balcony doors as I snuggled closer to him. He laid on his back, snoring softly was he slept. His hair was splayed all around him on the pillow. I studied his sharp jawline and perfect, red lips. My eyes slowly trailed to his tattoos on his arms and chest. How had I been so lucky to have him in my life? What I had done so right to deserve him? After the hell of my youth and the struggles I went through before him, he was something I never imagined having. He was more than I ever thought I deserved. And yet here I was, cuddled in his arms in our bed enraptured by him and his love. He stirred and groggily opened his eyes to look at me. He smiled lightly as his green eyes found me. It was me he looked for as soon as he woke up, and it was me who made him smile. The realization warmed my soul. He rolled toward me, his lips quickly finding mine. His hand raised and cupped my face as h
I smiled and nodded my head. He raised his hands and gently wiped my tears away with his thumbs. He kissed my nose before taking a step back and pulling his shirt off. I stared at his bare chest. I slid my robe off and stepped into the hot water. I sat down as I watched Alaric undress. He stepped into the bath and sat down behind me. He pulled me back against him. I leaned into his chest, relaxing in the hot water and his secure embrace. We laid together, our bare bodies touching, as we relaxed but the sexual undercurrent between us made my heart pound. Alaric's fingertips traced up and down my bare arms beneath the hot water. He leaned his head forward and gently kissed my neck. I turned my head to the side, giving him better access as his fingers grazed higher up my arms and closer to my breasts. My breath caught as nerves pumped through my veins. I didn't want to be afraid of him, I didn't want to mess this up. My stomach meanwhile knotted into a tight knot of sexual energy. I bega
Alaric took a week off work to be home with me. He planned to take another, but I assured him I would be fine. He waited on me hand and foot. He acted as though I was a fragile, porcelain doll and handled me with excessive gentleness and care. His antics brought back my smile and laughter, and slowly began to erase the nightmares and flashbacks. He danced around with his goofy moves, and every time my mind seemed to start to drift to those dark days, he would tell one of his cheesy jokes to bring me back. He was my hero from my kidnapping, and my hero now. He saved me both physically and mentally and I could never repay him for what he had done for me. Despite his hovering care of me, he would only kiss me quickly on the lips. He would kiss my forehead, my hand, or even my cheeks for much longer, but never my lips. He also never made love to me or even tried. Of course, I wouldn't want to either with how I looked. The bruises seemed to darken each day, and I walked around with a hunc
Drake's body pressed down atop me, his weight pinning me down. He began biting at my neck between his slobbery kisses. "You're mine, Stephanie," he asserted in his monotone voice. "No!" I screamed as I began thrashing beneath him. His hands caught mine, trying to control them. His grip was surprisingly gentle, but as I swung at him, his hands wouldn't let go "You'll always be mine, Stephanie," he threatened as he unzipped my pants and prepared to take me against my will. "Stop!" I screamed, tears beginning to stream from my eyes. "Please stop!" My voice broke as I began sobbing. I yanked my hands back toward myself, breaking free from his grasp. As he lifted off me to undue his pants, I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away. "Steph," he protested in a British accent. He tried to grab my hands but I ripped them away before he could try to restrain me again. I drew my right hand back and prepared to swing at him with an open hand. "Steph." His voice again had a Br
I was transported by ambulance to the emergency room. Alaric never left my side. He held my hand, his worried and upset green eyes staying on me the entire time. He was dressed in his black skinny jeans and a brownish-red button up shirt with gray squares and white lines. It was half unbuttoned, as usual for him. It was tucked partially in the front, exposing his brown belt. His brown hair fell wavy around his face beneath the tan fedora atop his head. The doctor and nurses checked me over and tended to my injuries. A couple police officers arrived, and Alaric left the room to speak with them a moment. The way they talked and greeted each other, it appeared they all knew each other. Alaric came back into the room moments later with them trailing behind him. He took my hand into his, giving it a squeeze as the officers walked over to me. "They just need you to tell them what happened" Alaric said gently in his British accent. "Do you feel up to that?" he asked as he gently brushed so
I sat silent as the miles flew by out my window. I watched the sun begin to set as I wondered if I would ever see Alaric again. Would I ever see his green eyes dance over me again? Would I ever feel his touch or kiss his lips? Ace remained as quiet as me. He changed the radio station occasionally, his eyebrows furrowing down until he found something good. He threw a jacket over my handcuffed wrist as we went through a drive-thru for food and told me to keep my head down to hide my injuries. We stopped at a hotel as the sun disappeared. He made me wait in the car as he checked in. I searched around the parking lot but there was no one else around to signal for help. He took the handcuffs off me and walked me in, gun in his pocket. Ace may have hurt me, but he didn't scare me the same way Drake did. Drake had no regard for my life. At least Ace had some resemblance of feelings for me, even if they were warped and misguided. I was able to take a shower, and Ace gave me one of his t-sh
I had nothing to do but wait. I stood for a while, but eventually got tired and sat down on the bed. The minutes ticked by, but I had no idea how many. There was no freaking clock in this dungeon. There was just me and my thoughts which were solely focused on Alaric. My entire being ached for him. Being back here, at Heaven's Reign Cult, brought back every horrible memory and beating. My body began to tremble and shake with the memories. I tried to hold them back, I tried to remain strong, but it was all too much. One moment I was walking down the street planning my future with Alaric, and the next I'm being dragged back forcibly to the life I never wanted to revisit. All I wanted was to go home. All I wanted was Alaric. The door opened and I shot to my feet. Drake walked in slowly and calmly. He closed the door behind him but didn't lock it. Apparently the lock was only used to keep people trapped in his sick room when he wasn't present. "Stephanie," he drew out slowly as he steppe