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I felt my heart start to race as my mouth went dry, my stomach flipped and my chest started fluttering
“You love me?” I asked, my voice barely audible but he heard it
“I do, ever since you held that gun to my forehead back at the workshop, I’ve loved your crazy self” he chuckled under his breath “I guess that makes me a bit crazy myself”
“It makes you a lot crazy actually” I breathed out, biting back thrilled giggles
He laughed softly and leaned closer to me, our lips almost touching
“I guess I’ll be crazy for you then” he whispered before claiming my lips.
Present
Light shone behind my eyelids, rousing me from my near coma sleep. I rolled over immediately, trying to get away from that annoying light but instead coming i
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Chapter Eight. As normal as life can get. Kain. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist as we raced through the darkened streets, the roar of my motorcycle echoing across the empty streets. It was 2:39am, according to the digital clock on my bike and the air racing across my face was warm, warm as the summers in Folly Beach got. Elliott pressed her body closer to mine, so close that I could feel her heart hammering against my back, she was scared. I let out a small smile and tucked down, revving up all the way, making the bike speed up, loving the way her arms tightened around me. We were just left a party, a party that I admittedly didn’t want to attend, choosing to wallow in my self disappointment for another night, after I admitted my true feelings to Elliott, I thought she took it well, I even thought she almost fe
Continued from last part....... Present. Dr Sybian settled in her custom black leather arm chair, her back straight as a rod, her sharp green eyes stuck to my dream journal in her hands, her irises moving as she read. I sat, fiddling with the fringe of my frayed jean jacket, trying very hard to sit still, but I couldn’t because I knew what she was reading and I knew she was judging me deep in the recesses of her mind Its been a week since we got back from our honeymoon and its been peaceful so far, I was back at work at my candy shop and Forrest was back to work too as a hedge funder. Life was back to normal, especially because I haven’t heard from or seen Kain since that night back in Majorca, honestly I was grateful for that, maybe this time he would actually stay away from me and Forrest. Dr Sybian snapped the b
Chapter nine. How not to get divorced. Elliott. My head rested on his chest as we stared up at the stars in silence, I soaked in his warmth and reveled in his strong heartbeat thumping beneath my ear. I could get used to this, to this boyfriend thing. Probably won’t be so bad. My voice sounded weird when I spoke, lighter, softer than usual “So we’re really doing this?” It took him a few seconds to answer but his deep voice rumbled through me and the air “Yep, I guess so” I almost moaned in content when his hand rubbed up and down my bare back, his warm hand against my chilled skin He chuckled as his hand stopped at my waist “I’ll probably be a bad boyfriend” I let out a soft laugh and sat up, my hand g
continued from the last part...... My heart literally stopped “What?” I whispered in disbelief, my eyes wide. “I want you to get a divorce from that man, no more beating around the bush, I want it done as soon as possible” My heart resumed its erratic beats as his words registered and I calmed down a tiny bit, ‘ he wasn’t talking about us’ I thought in utter relief. “I want the papers drawn up tomorrow, I want you not connected to that man in any way, I want a fucking restraining order against him” Forrest seethed, grabbing my shoulders in a death grip “Do you understand me?” he hissed in my face, scaring me. I nodded, blinking back my tears and swallowing thickly. He let me go and whirled, I watched as he marched back in the kitchen, his phone already at his ear, I manged to catch the beginning of his conversation with Asher, his lawyer be
Chapter Ten. The power of a single word. Kain. The sun was high in the sky by the time we both stumbled back into my room, our lips locked in a passionate, all consuming kiss, our hands ripping at our clothes, trying our hardest to get them off without breaking our kiss. I all but ripped the extremely short black dress she wore in half and she yanked apart my shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere, all that mattered was contact, that skin on skin contact we both craved. Her hands worked on my pants while I tried to unhook her bra My fingers slid over the confusing hooks continuously until I let out a frustrated sound. Elliott stepped back and smiled up at me, her swollen lips glistening, her eyes half lidded with lust. She looked like a seductive angel so much, my cock throbbed hard within my pants. She was
Continued from the previous part.... “He’s late” I hissed, glancing at the clock opposite me, above the row of swivel chairs reserved for Kain and his attorney. The dark gloss of the mahogany table I leaned on, shone in the morning sunshine flittering in through the floor to ceiling windows at the end of the room. “Relax Elliott, this meeting is scheduled for 9:30am and its just five minutes past, lets give him a little more time.” Asher responded, his weak blue eyes stuck to the papers he held. Asher was a handsome man I guess, black hair slicked back into a high quiff, weak blue eyes behind black rimmed glasses and a lean frame accentuated by the expensive Prada suit he wore, I guess being an attorney paid well. I couldn’t relax, I haven’t been able to relax since this meeting was set up because I knew deep down that this wasn’t going to go well. Bu
Chapter Eleven. A new friend Elliott I grimaced as the front door creaked shut behind me, practically announcing my arrival. I took the liberty of taking off my platform heels before coming in, but apparently the door had other plans. It was 3:30am, seven hours past the time I told Kain I would be home, hence the sneaking in, I would really hate to explain why I was coming in so late. We’ve been dating 6 months now and living together for 5 of those months, its been wonderful, our days spent lounging in bed, in an amazing post sex haze or tangled together on the cracked leather couch watching Jeopardy, when of course I don’t have a shift at Danny’s, the tiny diner where I work as a waitress. Kain and I lived in the small studio apartment he used to share with Seth, his friend before I moved in. Seth made
continued from the last part...... Kain used to be a low rent drug dealer, along with Seth before he made the switch to legitimate work. He used to hawk prescription pills like Oxy and Percocet long before I met him, he told me a few months ago that he was thinking of going back into that business but I all but forbade him. Him saying that put me on edge, and that edge surfaced itself when those words registered in my brain. But I couldn’t lose nerve despite the turmoil in me, I knew he won’t do what he said, because I gave him an ultimatum months ago, that if he goes back to drug running, I would leave him without looking back. So I just shrugged “Do what ever you want, I don’t care, I’m not quitting my job” I whirled and started stepping to the bedroom when he caught my arm and pulled me back to him. “Is it because I can’t get a job?” he sudd
Continued from the previous part. ~ She was daydreaming again… Dreaming, unrealistically. So unreal. A memory, a long forgotten memory. Kain was smiling as he opened the door to their new apartment with a flourish, pride evident in his movements as he held her hand and pulled her into the empty room. “I know this isn’t the apartment by the ocean we wanted” he started, wrapping his arms around her, his deep melodic voice by her ear, sending shivers down her spine “but its ours, our little home” Elliott looked around, at the obviously old but sturdy walls painted a soothing pale yellow, almost like an egg yolk, at the empty wooden floors in need of a firm polishing, at the wide windows that offered a nice overhead view of the town and the dark ocean bordering it,
continued from the previous part..... “I think I’m depressed” Dr Sybian Greer peered up at her patient, her scribbling slowing to a stop. She immediately asked, more of a reflex action than true concern “Why do you think you’re depressed Elliott?” Elliott took a deep breath, fiddling with the frayed end of her jean jacket, it was cold in the doctor’s office, it seemed she left the Ac on full blast despite the light snow falling outside. She shrugged, a pathetic rise and fall of her shoulders “I feel like I’m depressed” Sybian sighed and clicked off her pen, giving the forlorn woman her full attention “Depression is not something to be taken lightly Elliott” Silence fell over the pair until she spoke up again, her voice a teary whisper “I’m not happy doctor” she paused to sniffle, wiping at the tears
Chapter Sixteen. Back to Black. Toxic: very harmful or unpleasant in a pervasive or insidious way. Regret: a feeling of sadness, repentance or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do. Elliott didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She was lost and it was showing. She kept getting stares as she stood stoically in the middle of the cosmetics aisle of the supermarket, her dull eyes fixed on a box of Trojan extra large condoms. She had been staring at the box of condoms for five minutes now, trying to decide whether to get them or not. The basket in her hand contained a gallon of milk, a box of Coco puffs, some grapes, a new razor and a box of brunette hair dye. She came to the store on a whim, being alone
continued from the last part....ElliottI knew the bed I laid in wasn’t mine, I knew it even before I was fully awake, I knew it wasn’t Forrest’s familiar citrus scent that surrounded me, no this scent was much heavier, musky and spicy, teasing my senses like a long forgotten memory.I knew someone who smelt like this, who smelt this good.Consciousness caught up to me and I immediately let out a groan as the all too dear headache rolled from the back of my head to settle just between my temples.My mouth felt like sandpaper and my limbs ached from being twisted under me as I sleptI cracked one eye open and then the other, my gaze meeting tangled navy sheets. Wait a minute! I don’t own silk sheetsI sat up too quickly, caugh
Chapter Fifteen. A finalized divorce. Elliott. I held his hand tightly in mine as we strode down the sidewalk together, the crisp, slightly cool night air blew against my skin, ruffling my hair, bringing with it the scent of the sea. The tapping of my heels echoed on the asphalt as we continued walking, the comfortable silence stretching between us as we went. I wanted to ask him where he was taking me and why it was so far away from the apartment but I couldn’t find it in me to disrupt this peaceful stretch of stillness around us. I sucked in a breath and squeezed his fingers in mine slightly. Admittedly, I was getting a tad bit impatient. I had been waiting all day for this surprise. It was as if he could sense my agitation, he glanced at me, his eyes twinkling in the soft light emanating from the lamp posts
continued from the previous part...... Kain. These paperwork were making my eyes cross. I blew out a huge sigh before flipping to the next page of the stack of documents I held. This is so exhausting. This will be the last time I lose a round of rock, paper, scissors to Seth. That stupid motherfucker. I reached for my mug and sipped at some coffee, this was basically my routine now. Staying late at the office staring at an ever increasing stack of paperwork until my eyes cross and I call it a night at usually 3am So far for an exciting life. Damn! I still remember when I was 23, all those wild parties. Seems like a lifetime ago. I ran my hand through my disheveled hair and closed my eyes for a few seconds. I wonder
Chapter Fourteen. Drunken memories. Kain. The door closed behind me, the sound echoing around the silent apartment. Elliott was probably in our room getting ready. I let out a huge sigh, appreciating the silence and loneliness of my surroundings for a minute before I started towards my room. I lied I lied to Elliott about my job. Staring into her blue eyes, my chest constricted and I just said the first thing that came out of my mouth, construction really?? That was so far from the truth. The truth was so much worse. I couldn’t tell her, I couldn’t tell her that I was a thief, a cheap, petty burglar that preyed on rich people’s empty homes. Seth was the person who brought it up first. He said he had a couple guys who made it big, robbing the houses up on the estate hill and they were looking t
continued from the previous part.... Elliott I stood in my underwear, surveying my closet, looking over my countless number of jeans, plaid shirts and tank tops and silently cursing myself for having not one sexy party dress. I groaned when I noted the time, it was 7:45pm, and Echo would be here in fifteen minutes. I can’t wear jeans to go dancing. Sighing I sifted through my closet, pushing apart jeans after jeans until a black sequined fabric at the very back of my closet caught my eye. What is that? I pulled the dress out and my eyes widened. I remember this dress. I bit my lip as I took in the black shimmering fabric of the strappy, bodycon dress with a very high thigh slit. I still had this dress? This was the dress I wore out with Kain on my birthday all those yea
Chapter Thirteen. Drunk with my friends. Elliott. I woke up to the sun shining onto my face through the window and an empty space beside me. I groaned as I felt around blindly for Kain. He wasn’t there, his pillow cold. After we made love again, we fell asleep, snuggled into each other. I sat up and looked around our messy bedroom, blinking the sleep from my eyes. The wall clock across the bed told me it was just 11:30am, that I had been asleep for five hours and it was still my birthday. I smirked, I was finally 20. Weirdly, I didn’t feel any different but I did feel happy. Birthdays were always my favourite occasion, I loved the fuss and the presents and the cake. God! I loved the cake. Ever since my parents and sister died, I haven’t found the zeal to celebrate my birthday because it just reminded me of how alone I was, that I h