Overworked

by Dark Angel

  I’ve got the coffee on and put out some brunch items just in case this meeting goes longer than anticipated. Hopefully it will make Barry feel welcome in my new home. Barry did apologize and that makes me feel good moving forward. I even dare to hope we can be friends one day. Since he made an effort with me it’s only fair that I return the favor.

  The doorbell rings signaling Barry’s arrival, right on time. I’m dressed casually in my faded jeans and t-shirt. I open the door with a big smile.

  “Hey, Barry! It was so nice to hear from you. Come on in.” I figure that I can at least meet him halfway since he made the effort to make amends. I hope my cheerfulness rubs off on him.

  I usher him into the kitchen and once he’s seated I strike up the conversation. “You know, Barry, I’m so glad you contacted me and that you’re willing to put the past behind us and just move forward with our divorce.”

  He looks at me in an odd way. “You think we can put this to bed?” he asks.

  “Yes! Of course we can,” I say as I make a tray of coffee for us. “Now that you’ve come around and have decided to compromise, I think a lot of things are possible.”

  “You do, huh?” He sounds different, not cheerful at all. Guess my plan to rub off on him isn’t working, but he’s probably just sad because this is really the end of our marriage.

  “You know, Barry. I think in the end we’re just different people and we want different things from life. That’s not a bad thing really.” My back is toward him as I put the finishing touches on his drink, cream and lots of sugar. “In fact, I really think you’re going to meet the right girl. I think some woman is going to realize how great you are and you will scoop her up and never look back on what we had. I really hope that for you.” I’m laying it on thick, but it’s also a sincere effort to move things forward for both of us.

  “Is that right?” he says in a brooding manner. “So, let me guess, you think I’m gonna find someone the way you’ve found Leo. Is that what you’re saying?”

  I don’t know where he’s going with this, but I warn him, “My relationship with Leo is not going to be a topic of conversation between us. It’s private, okay?”

  “You know he’s going to use you and treat like a whore, right? He does that all the time. You know he will dump you, just like he dumped Ava. He will ruin your life.”

  Now this statement makes me angry and I turn around to tell him so, but when I do, to my utter fear and amazement, I see that’s he’s got a knife, a big one, and it’s pointed directly at my stomach. In one giant flash, I see all the events leading up to this moment replaying in my head. I see the threats and the time I was assaulted. And now, here in my own kitchen and without Leo to protect me, I realize that I’ve just invited the enemy into my home. He’s my stalker. Of course, I should’ve known. Except I never even suspected.

  He goes on some psychotic rampage. Everything is moving in slow motion, and yet I hear him going on. “You and I were something special, you know. We could’ve been good to each other. Wasn’t I good to you? Wasn’t I? If only you could’ve listened to me. But no, you had to run around town and get yourself a career when I told you not to. And then, you started fucking my brother. How do you think that made me feel, Elena? It made me feel like shit, okay? You got that? You did this to yourself. You’ve got only yourself to blame.”

  He’s goes on and on, and I’m afraid of the knife being wielded at me. I feel hurt by the things he’s saying, but then my senses come back to me in full force and I feel nothing but anger toward him. I wasted years of my life on this loser, and now that I’ve finally got it back, he’s trying to come between me and the only guy I’ve ever really loved. And more than that, he wants to kill me over it. I feel rage and sadness as I realize this moment, here in my kitchen, might be the end of Leo and I and the potential life of happiness we could have had. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

  Thank God my senses have come back and they’re heightened by the sense of danger, because Barry makes his move and lunges forward with the knife. I’ve had my hand on the handle of the coffee pot the entire time and as he lunges forward, hoping to murder me, I throw the hot coffee all over his face. His legs give way to his weight and he falters, clawing at his face in agony. I dodge around him to make an escape, but there isn’t time. He gets up and charges toward me with the full strength of his body and knocks me down. He’s on top of me and we’re both struggling for the knife. It’s either him or me.

  Leo

  Bobbi and I race down the streets of the city with the siren on. I’m going as fast as the car will take me, and I don’t even hesitate to plow through alleyways, onto sidewalks, and over the side of the highway. I surpass every car and every pedestrian. Nothing will stop me from getting there on time. I just have to get there. I don’t even think about what will happen if I don’t. Deep in my heart I know that I’ve got to save Elena. I know she’s in trouble. This could be the end.

  “Come on, Leo, that’s too fast. We’ll never make it if you get us in a wreck. Just be careful. Come on, think straight.”

  I hear the words, but I don’t even listen. I know that we won’t wreck. I don’t have time for a wreck, and so even though I’m flying, I’m laser focused on the road. My only mission in life is to get there on time and to save my angel.

  Finally, I see her house and I drive up onto the grass. I jump out of the car while it’s still moving. Bobbi leans over to put on the e-brake before she jumps out to be my backup. We rapidly bang on the door, jiggling the knob, and as I realize it’s locked I kick it open.

  I race through the house yelling for Elena.

  “Elena! Elena, honey, where are you? Just call my name, tell me where you are, baby. Elena!”

  I hear noise from the kitchen and run in that direction. Once I’m there I find my great horror. Barry’s got Elena pinned to the ground, with his knees on her throat, and he’s trying to stab her with a giant hunting knife. She’s struggling every which way to avoid it, but I see her strength giving out. All I see is red. I jump into motion immediately, pulling Barry off of her. There is coffee and glass everywhere. When she sees me I know that she’s relieved, but then her head falls back to the floor and she gasps for breath.

  Barry stumbles to his feet and he tries to swipe at me, but he misses. I punch him in the face and he falls backward, and I go in for more. I’m just pounding on him. He gets a few in on me, but mostly it’s just me pulverizing him, this bastard, my own brother the murderer. I can’t believe what he’s become, and mostly I can’t believe he almost stole the love of my life away from me. She would’ve been gone forever.

  Bobbi is helping Elena up and getting her out of the way. I try to see if she’s alright or not. She’s got some cuts, probably from all the glass. I don’t think he stabbed her. This momentary lapse in my focus allows Barry to reach for my gun. He knows it’s his only chance since I’m beating him to a pulp. We both struggle for the gun, but his plan defeats him as it goes off. A shot’s been fired, but it’s Barry who has been wounded. In his efforts to kill he’s accidentally fired it upon himself. He’s wounded, thank God, but not dead. It’s over. I leave him in a pile of his own blood and go to check on Elena. Any one of us could’ve been shot, and I’m so grateful that it wasn’t her. She’s my dream come true, and she’s still here.

  I hold her and kiss her, and whisper my desperate apologies into her ear. She holds me in her arms, and I tell her that she’s safe now. Forever she is safe.

  Bobbi has called for backup and they arrive quickly and with an ambulance. Barry’s wounds are tended to, and he’s taken away. He will be locked up for a long time for this. My brother, the insane criminal.

  I’m just overwhelmed with satisfaction in knowing this whole ordeal is over. I try to reassure Elena. She’s crying, clinging to me tightly, but she appears to be okay, aside from a cut on her head and a couple of scrapes. I want to mend them for her. I want to make everything better for her. She’s been through more than anyone
deserves, and I wish I could just make it all go away. I want to fix everything for her.

  Bobbi sees our affection and takes that cue to get everybody out of the house so Elena and I can be alone. In this moment, I’m just with her and I can hardly see the people around us anyway.

  “Look at me,” I say gently to her. “Look into my eyes. I want you to know that this whole thing is over. You will never be hurt again. I promise you that. Okay?”

  “Yes, Leo,” is all she says. I can tell she’s overwhelmed. The extent of these circumstances would gut just about anyone. My girl is strong, though. And now I want her to know that I will be strong for her, and she can finally relax; no more nightmares, no more terrors. It’s all over.

  We kiss and our tongues find each other, and we connect once more as real, true blue soul mates. It’s in this place that our love resides and whenever I’m connected to it, I’m connected to her and the whole world melts away. I try to make her content and to pacify any sad feelings she may have. I want to be her world forever now. She is mine.

  Epilogue - As told by Elena

  The day has come that I’m moving into my dream house. Yay! Leo had me tell him exactly what I wanted in a home, and then he knew some architect who drew up the plans according to my wishes, and Leo had the home built for us. It took some time, but it’s finally ready and it includes all my favorite essentials.

  Besides a grand kitchen, I made sure to add an aromatherapy steam shower on my list so that we can make steamy love in it.

  I have planted a little herb garden under the kitchen window, for Leo to use in cooking, not me. I laugh to picture myself even trying. The house has a game room for Leo and his friends, a theater room, lots of space, and my favorite part is the custom master suite that Leo helped design. It’s huge and it has a terrace. He made me a coffee bar so I can have my morning espresso right in the room, and he designed the biggest master closet ever. I actually can’t even fill it up.

  The gym on the main level has French doors that lead out onto the pool patio where there are gardens and trees surrounding it. This way I can workout and do my yoga at home. I’ve included a spin bike, so with the music pumping it’s like my own personal Soul Cycle. There are also machines for Leo to use so that we can workout together and then we can jump right into the pool, naked I’m assuming. I have my swimsuit on under my slip dress, ready for a dip, and I’m looking all over the house to try and find Leo. Where has he gone?

  We’ve been dating a year and it’s been the most glorious year of my life. We are so in love and we’ve had so many passionate encounters that I’ve lost track of when and where they all occurred. Leo keeps me constantly on my toes and I never knew a love like this could exist, yet alone be mine.

  Luckily, Barry was convicted of stalking, harassment, and attempted murder so that he got a lifetime sentence and we never have to worry about him coming back for revenge. He turned out to be a total monster and I’m overjoyed that the most terrible piece of my past is history.

  I’m wandering barefoot through the great expanse of our new home looking for my man. I’m so excited that we took this leap together and that we are ready to move in. It feels like the best parts of my life are yet to come. I find Leo in the garage, and he’s not wearing a shirt and the view of him is gorgeous. His tanned, toned torso is moist with sweat and I admire him from afar before he sees me. He comes up upon me but I run away. I’m not getting my outfit stained with that sweat! I run but he catches me and clutches me in his arms making sure to get his sweat all over me.

  “Leo! Gross.” I laugh with him.

  Secretly, I don’t care and I’m glad to be captured in his arms. I’m glad that our new life together is beginning in this way, in such perfect total happiness.

  “I’ve got my bathing suit on,” I say. “I’m going for a swim. Wanna come?”

  “I’m gonna go through these last boxes first.”

  “Okay, how bout I help? I can search for the pots and pans. I know we need them for tonight.”

  He laughs, “You of all people should not be worried about the pots and pans.” He teases me. I will never live down the fact that I don’t cook well.

  “Hey, I planted an herb garden. That’s a start. And anyway, you won’t be saying that when you’re starving,” I say as I continue to look for the pans.

  With that he pulls me in for a long kiss. “As long as I get dessert, I’ll be fine.” Our eyes lock for a moment, we feel that intense heat, and then I’m the one to pull away. Even though I’m so happy, Leo stills makes my stomach swirl and my head spin. I can never get enough of him.

  He pulls me back into his grasp. He’s not done with me yet. And he kisses me hard. He takes off my newly moist slip dress and I’m standing there before him in my new gold bikini. He likes what he sees and we’re kissing. I’m reaching for the bulge in his jeans, but before I can I find him down on one knee.

  Now my head is really spinning. My world just got even better. I was never expecting this, not so soon. I look at him and tears of happiness stream down my face. My dreams are manifesting so quickly and I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet. I’m crying as he opens the Cartier box to reveal one huge emerald cut diamond ring.

  “It’s modeled after the one Grace Kelly wore.”

  “I know,” I say in between tears. I know what’s to come.

  “My beautiful Elena, my most gorgeous angel, you are exquisite both inside and out. I love that your soul is so pure and that you would do anything for anyone. You have such strength and beauty and wisdom. You have made me become a better person, and when I’m with you, the world ceases to appear and it’s just you and it’s just me. I want it to be that way forever. I never want to be apart from you, not for one single day. And with that will you do me the tremendous honor of becoming my wife?”

  “Yes, Leo. Yes! Of course I will marry you!” I jump now into his arms and he’s holding me suspended in the air. Time stands still and we kiss and become one for the rest of eternity.

  Cunning Linguist

  A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Jake

  “So, Mia,” I say, flashing my famous panty-melting grin that I know gets all of the girls wet, “tell me a little more about your orgasms.”

  “Jake!” Mia gasps as if my question shocks her, biting her lower lip as her cheeks redden.

  That’s how a lot of women respond when they first come on my show. But by the end of the segment, I guarantee Mia’s cheeks won’t be red from embarrassment anymore. They’ll be flushed bright pink with straight up ecstasy as she comes—really fucking hard—screaming my name the entire time.

  Whoa, wait, you say? What kind of show is this, you ask? Let me tell you. But I can’t promise I won’t make you a wet, horny mess by the time I’m finished, and you’ll be thanking me for it.

  So, yeah, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Jake Kent, host of the hit late-night talk show A Cunning Linguist. It’s the most watched cable show in the history of late-night television. With a name like A Cunning Linguist, you can only imagine why.

  But just in case your imagination fails you, allow me to enlighten you. Let’s go back a couple years. Back to when I wrote a book by the same name. My book about expert sex techniques and pleasing women in bed was an international bestseller. Insanely successful. I’m talking Fifty Shades levels of flying off the shelves, virtual and print. Because every fucking woman in the entire world wanted to give her man the ultimate guidebook for going
down on her.

  Yeah, what can I say? I’m a fucking genius. What woman wouldn’t want a book about a good pussy licking? I bet just reading those words are making you wet right now. Am I right?

  Wink.

  So anyway, after this book broke all the records, the obvious next step was a talk show. But this isn’t just any talk show. Not even close.

  Because I’ve taken my desire to help people have satisfying sex to the next level. Instead of telling them how to do it, I show them. Yep. You read that right. Every single night, my show is filmed and broadcast live. And every single night I go down on the featured guest and give her the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.

  I’ve made my fortune as the Cunning Linguist. I can have any woman I want. And I do. On the regular. I’ve heard there are some billionaires out there who might not like so many women throwing themselves at them because of their financial status. Me? I couldn’t fucking care less. You know why? Because I know why the women are really after me. They want my magic tongue. And I’m more than happy to give it to them.

  The world fucking needs more orgasms. And not just any old orgasm. Not the kind that barely makes your pussy clench, the kind that only has a hint of a tingle behind it.

  Fuck no.

  What this world needs is the eyes-rolling-back-in-the-head, brain-short-circuiting, make-you-cum-until-you-can’t-fucking-breathe kind of orgasms. And I’m happy to be of service.

  Every woman deserves that. So that’s why I’m here right now with Mia, her blush just starting to fade as I stare earnestly into her eyes.

  “It’s okay, Mia,” I assure her. “That’s why you’re here. You’re not alone. Isn’t that right ladies?”

  I turn my megawatt grin on the audience full of women, hitting them with the full force of my raw sex appeal. I can practically smell the pheromones as their panties get even wetter than I know they already are.