…Tyler POV…
Jenna sent me a message last night, but I never returned one. Well, she sent me half a sentence; I honestly thought that she was playing for me, so I did not bother to answer.
I am mad, and my heart is broken…again.
How do you return to your life after something like this? What do I do with my life now? What do I do with myself now? I am a broken, messed up man.
So I reach in my pocket for my phone, hoping that Jenna has changed her mind. There is nothing. I need to get away from this. I decide to go find Brooke instead.
"Hey, Brooke."
"Hey, Tyler."
"Do you want to meet at the pub for a few?"
"Of course, see you in half an hour."
If anyone can make sense of anything, then it is Brooke. So half an hour later we meet at a pub down the road from me.
"So, Tyler, what happened?"
"She left me, Brooke."
"Where is she?"
"No, I am not sure."
"What now?"
"It's ov
I find myself back to the very place I ran away from again last night…back home with Tyler. I cannot do this to him. Not again. It is hard to begin to imagine what Tyler is going through, I have nothing but lied to him since the day that we met. So I can completely understand why he does not want me in his presence anymore, but we have come such a long way and I truly believe that our love is strong. I might not be the best wife, but I know that I am what he needs, and I do believe that he does want me. I am not proud of what I have done. The fact is I was completely out of control before I met Tyler. I was living a rather questionable lifestyle. The mere sight of him that day where he so pleasantly walked into my life, since that day I fell in love with him. And it was since that day that I vowed to be a better woman, the only thing I did not change about myself was the fact that I needed to keeps secrets. It is because of this very reason that we are standi
...Tyler POV... I lead Jenna off to the bedroom, as we push the door closed behind us, I feel somewhat of a small victory, for here is this girl that has taken all my senses away, and she is in sixty seconds going to be mine again. I see her eyes are filled with disappointment. What have I done wrong now? Is it something I perhaps said? She steps a slight bit forward and gently reaches out to touch my hand. A million sensations shock me to my core. Even though she is cold to the touch, her hands are as soft as feathers. "Tyler, we can't. I can't" Her eyes seem sincere as she looks at me with concern. She still has not let go of my hand; I feel her as she gently squeezes my palm. She sees me smile at the comfort of her touch and slowly lets go. Her fingers drag softly down my forearm, leaving tingles on my skin. I must fight every ounce of me not to grab hold of her hand again. I move a slight step closer. She wants to move away, but she seems
…Tyler POV… Tortured bliss is what I feel every time she ran circles through my mind last night as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty space that is now only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She shall be the one that will be undoing. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next. I have brought Jenna to a nice outdoor restaurant that plays live music on Sundays. She has just moved off into the crowd towards the dance floor. So I find myself scanning the floor from one blonde to the other. There is no sight of her, not even a glim
…Tyler POV… I am sitting somewhat worried that Jenna has not returned to the table yet. She has been gone for nearly half an hour, and it just does not feel right to me. So I make my way over to the bathroom, but just as I step inside to look for her… Everything goes black… I wake up. My head is pounding; it throbbing like hell. It feels like a freight train has made my head mush. Before I can even think of opening my eyes, there is a blow to my head. "Goddammit!" My voice echoes to the corners of the room bouncing back off the walls. With his next blow, I am out. Then I wake up again. I shake my head and soon become aware of my surroundings. I have a blindfold on, tied on a bit too tightly. I am either in a very dark room, or it is night, possibly even both. I am tied to what feels like a pole; it is cold and smooth to the touch. My feet are tied to the chair that I am sitting on, which is probably tied to the pole as well. Th
I am startled awake by someone shaking me. “Miss, miss, are you okay?” As I open my eyes I am met by the face of a stranger that is near about to splash water onto my face. With a somewhat pounding headache I managed to sit up straight. “What happened?” “I think you must have passed out. I found you here laying on the floor.” “I can’t remember that I fainted. There was a woman.” “You were alone when I found you.” After several minutes I finally find the strength to get up and make my way back to the table, but as I get there, Tyler is not there to be seen. Did he go looking for me? Perhaps he went to the gents. So I sit back down and slowly start to sip on a glass of water. But several minutes pass, and Tyler does not return to the table. He should have been back already. He should not be taking so long. I have tried to phone him a few times now, and his phone goes straight to voicemail. Now I am starting to get really worried.
...Tyler POV... They say that you get served what you deserve, that the stone you throw today might be the one you trip over tomorrow. I have just stumbled over my rock. If I thought that my lifestyle would never come and slap me in the face, I was a complete fool. Here I am, tied up to a chair with four people staring at me, each wanting to get their revenge on their own way. "I have been waiting for this day ever since that day you threw me out.". "I should have kicked your ass on your way out, but it seems today I might get another chance." Her face drops, now if it is real or fake, it truly does not care, but yet, "I thought what we had was special." "Well, you thought wrong." "And I guess your little whore is special?" And god, she should not have said that. "She is my wife, and you, well, you are the only whore around here." "The only whore that has a gun pointed at my face." "Oh please," I laugh at her fr
…Tyler POV… I wake up with Clara almost literally in my face, "Can't you stand any fucking closer." "You can be glad that I am not sitting on your lap," Clara says with a wicked smile on her face. "You will have a better chance of getting a hard-on than me," I taunt her back. She gestures to Mark, and he smashes his fist into my face. "I see you playing hard now?" "Well, soft did not work." I burst out laughing at her attempt to sound far meaner than before. "What are you going to do? Punch the shit out of me and hope I fall in love with you whoring ass?" She nods at Mark, and he launches his fist into my cheek. "I can do this all night long." …Jenna POV… We cannot find Tyler. His phone is off, and there is no sign of him anywhere. Brooke firmly believes that he has been taken as the bathroom was in total disarray, and it is clear that there has been a struggle. We have just stopp
…Jenna POV… I never thought that I would see this man again. Just standing in front of him is making my skin crawl. What makes it even worse is that goddamn wicked smile that he has on his face. I know Brendan very well and what I know is that he has done something that has brought him great pleasure. Now, I find myself alone in a room with him while Brooke is trying to convince the guard to let her in. The quicker I can get this over with, the better. I never thought that I would have to come crawling for help from this monster. It seems that as far as I go, I am just collecting them. Am I truly such a bad woman that I turn men into this? God knows I have already ruined Tyler’s life; we still don’t know how much the shot to his head has affected his brain function. And now, the man is somewhere, and I do not even make to think that he is suffering torture. So it is with a very nervous and somewhat heavy heart that I sit across from him at the table.