I took the bus across town to my friend, Tricia’s, apartment. I knocked at her door and she quickly opened it, a smile spreading across her face when she saw me.
“Kendra!” 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 sh
I stood at the stove, cooking myself some scrambled eggs for lunch. I had rose early and Scott 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 Scott’s 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
I nodded my head and he immediately bent down, grabbing my butt and lifting me up. My legs straddled him as I lowered my face and kissed him. Desire coursed through my veins like it never had before as I tasted his delicious lips on mine. His mouth opened, inviting me in as he moved toward the wall, bumping my back against it. He dropped my legs as he pinned me against the wall, his hands exploring my body with an urgent need. He grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head and making quick work of my bra as it fell to the floor. My hands went to his pants, undoing his belt and dropping his pants to the floor as he did the same to mine.
Scott 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 Preston. I should feel remorse or shame for taking his money in exchange. Instead, I felt guilty for being with Scott; as if I was somehow cheating on Preston 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 Preston’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 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 Preston 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 bott
"Hey," I drew out nervously as I laid in Scott's arms in our bed.He turned toward me; his eyes droopy with sleep. His dark hair was messy and curly atop his head making him look rather adorable. "Is it okay if I go dress shopping with Tricia on Saturday?" I had decided the lie would be better than the truth. It shouldn't matter that I was meeting a client on Saturday. I knew Scott would be thrilled with the news of the payday, and he was the one who initially hooked me up with Preston. But there was something about the rendezvous that felt wrong. It felt dirty; like I was somehow cheating on Scott to take Preston as a client. I knew exactly why, though I would never admit it out loud. I had feelings for him, feelings I shouldn't have.Scott grinned lightly at me, fatigue showing across his face. "Why does she need to go dress shopping?" I mentally smacked myself on the forehead. "Fred proposed! They're getting married." "Really?" he remarked in surprise. "What's so surpri
After breakfast, we drove to Sammy’s Skydiving. I stared with unease at the tiny building, but Preston assured me it was completely safe. He held my hand and led me into the building with confidence. Sammy himself greeted us enthusiastically as he spoke to Preston about the current, perfect conditions for a jump and heights and equipment I had never head of. My hand tightened on Preston’s as my nerves began to mount within me. He glanced at me occasionally, giving me a reassuring smile and my hand a gentle squeeze. “This is my friend, Kendra.” Preston glanced at me as he introduced me. “This is Samuel. He’s the best skydiver around.”Samuel chuckled as he shook my hand. “Its nice to meet you, Kendra.” “She’s a little nervous,” Preston drew out slowly in his accent. “No worries,” Samuel said reassuringly. “We’ve already had an accident this morning so we aren’t due for another f
We went back to Sammy’s Skydiving. We took off all the equipment and the jumpsuits and left in Preston’s sports car. We drove in silence with the windows down, both of us seeming to reflect on the amazing experience we had just participated in.Preston drove us to his condo and parked. He opened my door for me as he led me into his home. I excused myself to the restroom as he began rummaging around the kitchen talking about burgers and grilling.I returned to find the condo empty and noticed the sliding glass doors off the kitchen slightly ajar. I headed toward them and found Preston standing outside in front of the grill. I cautiously stepped out onto the stone patio.A large, built-in grill was surrounded by tan and light brown bricks with a beautiful countertop. It made a large L shape and had a dark, wooden canopy over it. Across from it was an oversized umbrella with four patio chairs made of a dark wicker with light brown cushions beneath. Matching ottomans sat in fro
We sat out on the patio beneath the Florida sunshine and ate our burgers with some fruit he had grabbed from the fridge. We talked about much lighter topics of favorite movies, sports, and foods. “Favorite song?” he asked as he took a large bite of his burger. “Easy,” I replied as I lounged in the patio chair with my feet up on the ottoman. “Everything I Do, I Do It For You by Bryan Adams.” He looked at me in shock. “Really?’ “Yep,” I assured him with a confident nod. “Nothing will ever beat it. I used to listen to that song over and over again in my room and write every single lyric out. I was obsessed with it.” He chuckled as he took a drink of his soda. “Care to explain why?”I shrugged. “It was the first glimpse for me that love like that could exist. That a man could love awoman so immensely and…” I trailed off as I froze, the Florida sunshine suddenly unable to touch thefreezing chill inside me. I slowly shook my head, realizing I was on the brink of revealing too much.
The quiet conversations were soon interrupted by the announcement and arrival of the bridal party. They filed in, waving and dancing along the way to their table. Food was served, toasts were made, and cake was cut. The bride and groom had their first dance before the dancefloor was opened up to everyone. The band's music was turned up as people began dancing and mingling throughout the tables.Preston's arm returned to the back of my chair as he leaned back in his own. I turned toward him and took in his handsome profile as he causally looked around the room. His jawline was strong and pronounced yet his face had a softness. He wet his full, red lips as he turned toward me. "Are you having a good time?"I nodded, refusing to divulge even the slightest hint of my jealousy. "It's a beautiful wedding."The band began the first musical bars of an infamous rock song as Preston opened his mouth to say something but was quickly interrupted. "Preston! Preston!" a flock of women su
I emerged over an hour later. I slid my fingers over my red dress. It had a deep v-neck which extended all the way down to the red belted waist. The red fabric beneath the belt flowed freely and openly. A large slit ran up one side to add to the sexy feature of the dress. I matched it with black, strappy heels and left my hair down in beach waves.Preston stood in front of me openly gawking. His eyes ran over every inch of my body, burning my cheeks and tingling my insides with his inspection. "What?" I asked nervously as I looked down at my feet. "You're gorgeous."My eyes slowly lifted at his words, a slight smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I took in the sight of him standing in front of me as he stood star struck before me. He had on black slacks with a white, button up shirt and black suit jacket. He had on a black tie and black dress boots. His hair was slicked up and back and fell in perfect waves on either side of his face. His piercing green eyes drank in the si
I sat atop my suitcase outside my apartment waiting for Preston to pick me up. Scott was still inside asleep. He had been snoring soundly when I left, but nerves still made my legs bounce and my hands tremble. I had to get out of here before he woke up. I told him Tricia was driving me to the bus stop for my private getaway. He couldn't find out the truth.I stood up as my eyes caught sight of Preston's black sports car heading toward me. I grabbed my suitcase and started toward the car before he was even fully parked. He quickly jumped out and ran over to me. He swept the suitcase out of my hand as I took in the sight of him in his skinny blue jeans and an old tour shirt from a rock band. Sunglasses sat atop his head as he smiled at me with his shining green eyes which traveled up and down my body with a simple, yellow sundress on. "Are you in a rush?" he chuckled in his British accent. "Sure," I breathed out in reply as he walked with me over to the passenger door. He opened it
I skipped working at Blue Hades the next weekend. Truthfully, I never planned to return there again. Scott didn’t have much to say about it. I’m pretty sure the guilt of what had occurred between us last time I was there still weighed heavily on his heart. I was able to pick up a couple shifts at Kiki’s to make up for the loss income, though it came nowhere close to what I made at Blue Hades.I leaned against the wall behind of Kiki’s near the backdoor on my break. Tricia stood beside me. Her and Fred had come in to eat lunch and he had left to wait for her in the car while I took my break at the smoking spot out back to talk to my friend. “So what did Scott say this time?” Tricia asked as she kicked at a cigarette butt on the ground.I hesitated as I mentally debated how much I wanted to tell her. With a sigh, I finally confessed the truth. She was my closest and most trusted friend. She was the only one who knew anything about the abuse I had suffered. “He says he never mean
“It’s rape, Kendra,” Tricia stated as she stared wide-eyed at me. I had fled Blue Hades as soon as Scott had left and went straight to her place. She had quickly swept me inside as I showed up sobbing at her doorstep.My hands shook slightly as they held the hot chocolate she had offered me. I sat on her couch, my tears now dry. Why had I run away? What would Dominic and Scott say?“Kendra,” Tricia called in her Southern accent. “You need to report this to the police. You can’t let himget away with it.”I shook my head as I quickly stood up and set the cup down. “I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’thave told you. I’m sorry. I just…”“Kendra.” She quickly leapt to her feet and wrapped me in a surprising hug. “Sweetie, you can’t let himdo this anymore. I have turned my head to several of his outbursts and one too many bruises, but this isa new low. Even for him. You don’t have to allow him to get away with this.”“He’s my boyfriend,” I challenged her. “We
The music in the nightclub pounded loudly, the bass taking control of my heartbeat and forcing it in rhythm with the music. The place was packed with scantily dressed woman and roving men ready to take them home. A DJ sat at the front of the dancefloor, pounding the music out of the speakers. The dancefloor was an ocean of people all moving to the beat of the music.I sat with Scott in a reserved VIP section of the club as I watched the action below. He had his arm around my shoulders as he relaxed beside me. Dominic sat across from us with his blonde date whose large breasts were spilling out of her dress. They unfortunately seemed to have caught Scott’s attention and I caught his eyes wandering to them several times already. “Do you want a drink?” Scott asked as he sat forward and spoke into my ear over the music.I shook my head as I turned toward him. “No, thank you.”He nodded as he waved for the waitress for our area. It didn’t seem to matter that neither Scott nor I
“Married,” Jessica remarked as she eyed the man sitting at one of her tables at Kiki’s. He winked at her as we glanced at him. “All the married ones hit on me.”I turned toward her suspiciously. “How do you know he’s married?”She turned her back to the man and leaned against the counter. She raised her left hand and pointed to her ring finger. “He’s got a tan line from his missing ring.”My jaw dropped as I glanced back at him. “That’s disgusting.”She shrugged. “At least I’ll get a good tip if I flirt back. It doesn’t have to go anywhere.”“Kendra!” Becca, another waitress, called my name.I turned toward her to find her carrying a beautiful arrangement of a dozen roses.“You have a delivery,” she said as she handed me the flowers.“Aw,” Jessica drew out with big eyes. “Scott is such a sweetheart.”“He’s definitely a keeper,” Becca remarked.Jessica sighed. “I need a Scott.”“Don’t we all,” Becca called out as she headed off to grab some plates of food
We ate our lunch and packed up before heading back out onto the trail. Preston held my hand, making sure to always be a gentleman and help me over an uneven area or fallen logs. Being secluded in nature alone with him felt intimate, in a way more intimate than the things we had already done.His hand felt natural and so very right wrapped around mine. He never once lost his temper with mewhen I was obviously slowing him down or when I clumsily tripped. He had patience for days with me.And his smile. That gorgeous smile that overwhelmed his face and pierced dimples into his cheeks wasnearly always on display. He would run his hand through his hair constantly and the urge to run myfingers through it grew with each passing minute.“How do you keep your hair so perfect?” I asked absentmindedly.He glanced at me and grinned. “You like it?”I laughed lightly as I looked up at the tall branches of the trees all around us. They stood green and vividagainst the bl
“Kendra. Kendra.”I slowly opened my eyes and stared into Preston’s green ones. I quickly sat up and cringed as my abdomen cried out in pain. My hand shot over it as Preston looked at me in confusion. “You alright?” “Yeah,” I breathed out as I quickly dropped my hand to my side. “Stomach cramp. Sorry. Did I fall asleep?” He grinned broadly at me. “You’ve been snoring for the past couple of hours.” I groaned as I raised my hand to my forehead. “I’m so sorry. You can take off some money from what you owe me for today since…” He chuckled as he took my hand into his. “I’m not going to do that. I enjoyed the snoring. It went in tune with the music.” I burst into laughter as I covered my face with my hands. “I don’t snore!”His laughter mixed with mine as he gently pulled my hands away from my face. “You do, and it was adorable.”I rolled my eyes as he turned and exited the car. He came around and opened my door and I stepped out beside him. I glanced around and realized we were