by Eden Rose
The Siren
The Chloe Chronicles
Eden Rose
Dear Reader,
This series contains sensitive subjects that are meant for the mature adult. If violence, sexual activity and foul language bother you, this is not for you.
This is a series that consists of multiple stories and should be read in order.
Thank you for taking the time!
©Eden Rose 2015
Prologue
"Miss Delacruz, why don't you begin by telling me a little about yourself." My therapist is what I would refer to as a "therrapist." She constantly talks to me like she never met me before.
I have so many other things to be doing right now, and sitting here is something I don't want to do. My attitude is coming out in full force. "Well, Mable, I'm twenty five years old and am married to my job. That's really all that I have going on with my life." Wow, I'm lame.
Mable adjusts her goggle sized glasses on her head and then sucks her lip in her mouth. "I think there is more going on. Last time we spoke you mentioned how you enjoyed not being in a relationship. Is that still the case?"
"Yes. Yes, it is. How could I be in a relationship if I'm constantly moving? That wouldn't be fair to any of us." Why my not wanting to be coupled off affected my work I will never know. Of course I'm not the ball buster that the agency thinks that I am. However, I will not allow myself to get soft over another person. This is my career and this is what I wanted.
She scribbles some notes down and adjusts her glasses. "Have you considered changing careers so you can have a relationship?"
"Mable, come on. You know the answer to that question. Quit being a dumb ass. I don't even know why I come here." I crossed my arms around my chest and tapped my foot.
She leaned over her desk and stared at me. "You are here because Internal Affairs wants to make sure you are still okay."
I stared down the therapist. For some reason she always likes to bring up the fact that this is ordered especially after my last case. Mable liked to bring up my commitment issues every time we met which is now twice a week.
There is no way I could knock that wall down and tell her the reason why I am made to come here. Of course she could probably guess that it had something to do with my family. Isn't that what everyone does when something goes wrong? Blame it on their family?
I refuse to blame it on my family. Of course, the lack of love that my parents shared might have a lot to do with my commitment issues. There is only one person that I could ever let in. However, I am deeply afraid of what could happen if he blew my world apart again.
Chloe: 2009
One Week Before
"Shit, shit, shit!"
What kind of a dumb ass loses their kegel balls in their pussy? I guess that would be me.
I dig my fingers as far as I can into the channel of my coochie and I still can't feel them! Damn it. What am I going to do? I can feel my cushy walls close in around my fingers and I tense up.
Fuck. I can't go to the hospital because of this. All I need is to explain to my mom and dad why I'm at a hospital. That would be like bonding for them.
I hear the front door close and I tense further. Like a kid with their hand stuck in the cookie jar, I try hard to get my situation under control. Great, I can feel them but my fingers aren't long enough to reach in and grab it.
"Hello?" I call through the bathroom door secretly hoping that my roommate isn't home.
No such luck.
"Chloe?" Grant, my very hot and sexy roommate, calls through the door.
Is this because I'm a bad person or something? This is fucking horrible. I slam my free hand on the door to keep it from opening and close my eyes. "Promise you won't laugh?" I whisper through the door.
"Come on, sweet thing. We've known each other forever. Hell, I've bought you tampons!"
It's true. I'm twenty-one years old and I still forget the damn things!
"Can you come in here?" I whisper and slightly hope this is a dream.
Grant pushes on the door and his gorgeous face rakes over my body and settles on where my fingers are. "Chlo, what the hell are you doing?" He yells and pushes himself out of the bathroom door as if he is trying to save himself.
His dark blond hair is shaggy and falls into his even darker eyes. If my parents didn't love him, they would say he didn't have a soul. I think he's fucking hot as hell. Of course, I always dreamed one day I would be naked in front of him; this is just not how I thought it would happen. "No, no, no! I need help! My kegel balls got stuck and I need help getting them out!" I tenderly take my fingers out of my pussy and run my hand under cold water.
He leans his long and lean body against the door and I can't help but scan my eyes over him. He's so gorgeous and I don't even think he realizes how many girls are obsessed with him. "I won't tell anyone, I know you don't like me like that, but, I just need help, please help me?" I beg while grabbing a towel to cover up my nakedness.
"What the hell do you have stuck in your pussy?" He asks and tilts his head up to the sky like he's asking for help.
I wrap the towel tighter around my body and close my eyes. "They make my pussy tighter by having them in. It's... common. Many people use it. Please just help me?" I beg shamelessly. "I promise I won't tell anyone. I just really need help!" I can feel my naturally pale face blush ferociously as embarrassment creeps in.
"What do I have to do?" He whispers and turns toward the door. Why does he keep turning towards the door? Am I that unattractive?
Ugh!
"Just reach in and pull them out."
I brace myself against the counter but keep my feet on the floor. Grant walks up to me and looks in my eyes. I see the confusing and conflicting thoughts flooding through his head. He has always been the thinker and I'm the doer. "Are you sure?" I nod and he places his fingers on the top of my thigh. "You just want me to reach...up?" Again I nod. "And pull it out?"
My body shivers with excitement and I clench further around the balls. Great, I bet I'm going to come. I've had a crush on him since high school but never acted on it. His group of friends have always treated me like one of the boys- no, I'm not bitter about it. "Just please, hurry."
The first brush of his fingers had me jumping forward. Grant traced the outside of my lips before sliding his finger in further. He brushed my clit and looked at my face while he did it again. "If you, uh, get wetter... does that help?"
Well, Grant, I don't think it's possible for me to get wetter. I shrug and keep my eyes open as he watches my face. "Well, I guess, I should just do it."
I nod my head carefully and look at him as he watches his finger slowly dive into my moist pussy. I fight a moan and a hip thrust onto his hand. Secretly, I bite my lip so hard I taste blood and look at the top of his head. "Shit, the balls really work. You're tight!"
I smile and then bite back a moan.
Grant circles his finger inside me and I feel my walls close in on him with the delicious intrusion. Holy hell, that feels good. So good. I've wanted him to touch me and he's now where I want him. In order to stop myself from thrusting onto his finger, I look up at the ceiling and close my eyes.
"Got it," he calls and I feel the ball and his fingers slide through me. Once his hand is out, he holds the ball to me. "So that's what it is."
I nod my head and squeeze my thighs together for some friction. I worry that my juices are about to run down my thighs and hopefully this attempt will help control it from happening. "Is this going to be weird now?" I ask and rinse the ball in the sink.
Grant stands next to me and helps adjust my towel. "No. I mean it's not every day I finger my roommate."
My body heats up with that statement and he walks out of the bathroom. Once I hear the door shut, I run out off my bathroom and into my room.
The Day Of
I stick my key in the lock and take a deep breath. For some reason, I have had a strange sensation in my nerves all day and I feel as if something is off.
Of course, I have an idea and that is the fact that I'm lusting something crazy over my room mate.
"Hey, Grant! How are you today?" I called as I put my stuff on the kitchen counter.
It's been over a week since the incident and we haven't talked about it at all. After that night, he's mostly stayed in his bedroom which just makes the situation worse.
"Fine. Hey, did you pick up that pizza and beer?"
I walked into the living room of my apartment and seen Grant playing video games with my boyfriend, Ethan. They must have been playing for a while because the floor is littered with beer cans.
"You are so lucky we have been friends for ten years or I would kick your ass!" I yelled as I threw the pizza on the table.
Grant is a dream man. Most girls would become my friend so that they could have a chance with him. He is over six foot, built and an honor student. On top of all that, he didn't sleep around with the other girls on campus. Hell, he has had the same girlfriend for three years. She is a bitch though. Grant is way too hot for her. His blond wavy hair is so sexy and so is his deep jaw line.
Whew, I need to calm down. I fingered myself twice the night he touched me and I still can go again.
Ethan finally noticed me as I kicked my shoes off and walked back to the kitchen to grab a banana. My boyfriend isn't the best boyfriend but I didn't care too much. He is a little under six foot and walked the campus like he were a king. His black hair is always neatly done and he dressed nicely as well. He is attractive... but we didn't have chemistry. Strictly sexual. Hell, I don't even remember the last time that he took me out on a date.
"Chloe," I heard Ethan say from the living room as I walked into my bedroom with my fruit. "Are you going to go to the Kappa Psi throwback party tonight?" I could tell that he wanted to go but he always forgot that I needed to go to those things.
My sorority, Tau Omega, is throwing a closed party with Grant and Ethan's fraternity. Needless to say, we got fined too much to miss a party so I made sure to come. Tonight's theme is High School throw back so I went through my closet to find a cheer leading uniform to wear tonight.
In high school, I was that girl. Cheerleader and dating the quarterback. Again, when I say date we really went out because we thought we had to. Garrett was hot but was a whore. Everyone knew he'd been sleeping around, but I didn't really care because so was I. Not that I am a whore but I did enjoy not being in a monogamous relationship since I felt as if it were a prison.
"Duh!" I yelled from my bedroom and pulled out the uniform. It would be amazing if it still fit. Three years of partying and not keeping up a workout plan has made my curves more soft.
Just to further tease myself, I dip my finger inside my pussy and brush it against my clit. This whole week, I haven't been able to be fully satisfied and it's annoying.
I slipped into the skirt and to my amazement, it zipped and so did the top! It's very snug and I'm hoping I don't bust out the zipper. Now, I needed to put my hair in a pony and slap on some makeup.
When I am done, I examined myself in the mirror. I am shorter than most. On a good day I am five foot three. Which is funny because most of the guys I dated or had relations with were over six foot. Blonde curly hair that fell completely the wrong way all of the time. My eyes were blue and I loved that about myself. The top to my uniform hugged me differently now. I stared at my chest in the mirror and I realized that my chest grew since high school. I am a B cup and now I'm a D cup. That is awesome! This now means that I don't have to spring for implants!
After grabbing my tennis shoes and socks, I went into the living room and made a loud noise.
"Are you guys coming?" I sat on the end of the couch and put on my shoes and sprayed the perfume that's in my purse on me.
A beautiful godly head turns and pins his eyes on my chest and I don't miss him licking his lips. "Damn, Chloe. You look hot!" Grant said as he stood up and walked off to his room.
"You aren't looking that bad yourself!" I gushed at him and looked him up and down. He looked like pure unadulterated sex. I just wanted him in between my thighs just to try him out. Maybe I could get him out of my system. Just once. Or twice... Three times, tops!
Ethan stretched on the couch and opened another beer. I rolled my eyes at him and ignored his grunting. "Okay, okay. I will get ready!" He stood up and took his shirt off to slip on his football jersey. "You look good!" He has the Adonis belt and chiseled chest. But he isn't Grant.
Damn it. Why couldn't I be more attracted to Ethan? I mean, he's kinda my boyfriend but he doesn't get me... going... as much as Grant does.
I realize that is the best compliment that I'm going to get, I decide to leave it alone. "Yeah. Thanks. Let's go!" I walked to the fridge and pulled out the cookies that I made earlier. For the past three years I have been Kappa Psi sweetheart which meant I got a ton of special treatment and free drinks. I made them cookies and helped clean their house for them because I enjoyed being around the guys. To say that I would rather hang out with the brothers of the frat rather than my sorority would be an understatement. Girls are catty and callous. Guys are more laid back and want to drink a beer and have a good time.
I stuck a cookie in my mouth and then stretched my back out in order to work out a kink. The guys came into the kitchen while I hummed to myself.
"All right. Let's get out of here!"
All three of us walked out of the apartment building to walk the three blocks to campus. Driving there is a waste of time because it took too long to find a parking spot so walking is better. Plus if we walked we didn't have to drive home. Colorado State University is such a beautiful school and I truly loved my four years here especially because everything is in walking distance.
This year, we are all graduating and going separate ways. In a matter of three weeks, Ethan and I will break up for good because I'm going into the police academy and he's going to graduate school back on the East coast. Grant will be going to a different police academy than myself so we won't be living together anymore. That is going to be strange. I have lived with him for four years and have grown accustomed to him... among other things.
Before we left the apartment, we poured our mixed drinks into covered cups to walk to the frat house. I always pre partied and brought my own drinks because I'm that kind of person. I'm smart enough to know the dangers of accepting drinks at a party and am smart enough to protect myself.
Ethan is holding my hand and I am lightly holding his. I didn't like to hold hands, it always seemed so official that we were a couple and I didn't agree with that at all. Maybe it had a lot to do with the fact that I really didn't like him. I know I sound like a horrible person, but he's just a warm body in my bed some nights. He isn't boyfriend material in the least and I'm sure he thought that I wasn't girlfriend material either. We were just bed buddies who occasionally went out to parties.
I would miss Grant most of all. Ethan, I could live without. Grant there is no way. He is truly the best friend that I had. Who else would spend their Thanksgivings with my messed up family? Only a best friend would do that.
We arrived at the frat house when it is in full swing. Lil John is blaring through the speakers and the door vibrated as we walked through. The outdoor walls are shaking from the beat of their new song, and I can feel it through my chest.
"Hey, Chloe! So glad you could drag these guys here!" My frat brother, Mike, said as I walked in. He always gave me a hug and tried to grab my ass everytime we see each other. Ethan didn't mind because he had a crush on Mike's girlfriend.
His mo-hawk is sticking up on it's end and the blue is extra predominate today. When you think of a typical frat boy, he comes to mind
. "Mike! You are looking extra doable tonight!" I flirted as I hugged him back. "Let's get this going!"
We walked into the basement where everyone is and Mike and Grant spent more time with me than Ethan did. He is off playing a drinking game and I wanted to play quarters with Mike and Grant.
Lady Gaga is playing through the speakers now, and I waited for a couple of my friends from the sorority to come over to play. The basement looked like a bowling alley with the poor lighting, dark walls and cigarette smoke. The smell of stale beer is now wafting through the basement and I stop myself from gagging.
"Grant! So nice to see you!" I turned around and seen his girlfriend, Brittany, walking overly-sexy up to him. Brittany is kind of pretty, I suppose. Probably a little over average height and weight with brown eyes and hair. Nothing about her strikes me as a knock out. She is dressed so slutty that I could see half of her stomach and more than half of her chest as she came to hug him. She looked at me and gave me a death stare. Yep. She doesn't like me.