“Which I love, by the way,” she said with a laugh. “Thank you for doing that.”
“It wasn’t a big deal,” he told her.
“Well, it was to me,” she said. “What say I buy us some Chinese food tonight, and we can talk about whether you sleep on the couch or sit in the hall after we eat?”
“I say you’re on,” Grant told her with a grin.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Hi, baby,”
Mark had just walked into his apartment when he heard her voice. At least it was behind him, and she hadn’t already let herself inside.
“What are you doing here, Susie?” he said, blocking the doorway so that she knew he wasn’t inviting her in.
“I need to talk to you. I tried a few times at work today, but you’re always with that chubby girl. It’s like she’s suddenly your shadow. What is it everyone sees in her anyways?” She had her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. Mark hated it when she did that. He wished she would just disappear.
“Just tell me what you need, Susie. I’m exhausted and hungry…”
“I could cook you something,” she said. “Or we could order in.” She opened her coat, revealing that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
Mark felt his body stir but was determined to stick to his guns. “No, Susie. How many times are you going to make me say that? We’re done, okay?”
“I could file harassment charges against you,” she said, and suddenly her eyes were filled with something Mark had never seen before. It was a little frightening.
“For what, Susie? I haven’t pressured you into anything. You’re the one standing naked in the hall.”
She closed her coat and tied the sash. “I’m pregnant, Mark,” she said in a sudden burst of tears.
“What?” Mark said, hoping to God he had heard her wrong.
“I’m pregnant, and the baby is yours. You’re not going to make me do this alone, are you?”
“I’m going to want proof of both those statements before we discuss this any further,” he said, going inside and closing the door. He leaned against it as she shrieked and pounded on the other side, calling him every name in the book. He hoped that the neighbors weren’t home.
* * *
Grant and Fannie ate their Chinese food on her bed. He told her that there was another pre-season game on that he wanted to see.
When they were sitting on her bed, surrounded by Chinese food and chopsticks he said, “Wow, I can’t believe that line worked on you twice.”
She happened to have a won ton in her hand. When he said it, she threw it at him.
“Ouch!” he said as it connected to the side of his face.
“Oh my goodness,” Fannie said with a laugh. “That did not hurt.”
He picked up an egg roll and threw it at her then. She dodged it, but the fight was on. Chow mien and fortune cookies were flying and when all was said and done, Fannie’s comforter was definitely going to need a trip to the dry cleaners. Fannie had chow mein in her hair and egg foo yung stuck to her face.
“Now look what you’ve done,” she told Grant.
He got a devilish look in his eyes. “Here, let me clean it up.” He leaned over and kissed the side of her face. Then, using his tongue, he licked off some of the egg foo yung and ran his tongue across her lips.
Fannie sat frozen, not sure whether or not she wanted to react.
He pulled back and looked at her face. She must have looked shocked or distressed because he said, “I’m sorry.”
Before Fannie could let herself over think it, she grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him back toward her. They kissed for real that time, and Fannie thought that Chinese food had never tasted so sexy. He was on top of her now, laying her back on the bed when they both realized at the same time that both they and the bed were still covered in food.
Fannie stood up and reached out for his hand. He took it and she led him into the bathroom. She reached into the glass shower and turned the water on. Grant pulled her up on her tiptoes and kissed her again, this time finding her tongue with his. As they kissed, Grant pulled her shirt over her head and then undid her bra and let it fall to the floor.
“My God, Fannie, you’re so beautiful.”
His words and the sound of his husky voice were like throwing gasoline on an already burning fire. She thanked God that he wore snaps and not buttons as she ripped open the front of his shirt.
He shrugged out of it, and then pulled her against him again. She could feel his heart again, pumping hard to supply blood to parts of his body that at this moment were straining against fabric begging to be set free. Fannie did just that for him. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans as they kissed. His lips found their way to the nape of her neck and the kisses he was leaving there were sending shivers of ecstasy down her spine.
They both stripped and then Fannie pushed open the door of the shower and pulled Grant in with her. As she faced the shower and the warm water cascaded down over her shoulders and down her back, she could feel Grant’s warm, wet hands sliding all over her body, exploring her curves, stopping to trace the outline of her nipples or cup her breast. He kissed her neck as he pulled her up tight against him and let his hand and fingers brush softly across her thighs, and between her legs, causing her to moan with pleasure.
When he’d finished there, he took her waist between his hands and spun her around to face him. Starting with another kiss on her lips he let his lips travel the length of her body, kneeling on the wet porcelain without a thought, only wanting to make her feel good, and by all accounts, succeeding.
“Let’s go back to the bed,” he whispered in her ear when he made his way back up. She nodded, and he reached behind her and turned off the shower. As they stepped out, he grabbed a towel off the rack and began drying her off in the most erotic way.
Fannie was going crazy with desire by the time he was finished. While he dried off, she went into the bedroom and stripped the comforter off the bed. The sheets underneath it were cool and clean. Grant came into the room and they climbed up on the bed. They lay there for a while just kissing, and with Grant whispering things to her about how beautiful she was and how good she felt. Each word he whispered in her ear made her shiver with delight.
He slid up on top of her and at last he slipped inside of her. Fannie saw the stars as he made love to her, and when they were both exhausted at last, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
* * *
“I knew she was a slut,” the woman said aloud to the room as she listened to the monitor. She had slipped a bug into Fannie’s purse earlier in the day. The fat dumb slut hadn’t even noticed. And now she was listening to her and that investigator rut around like two pigs on the bed. It was disgusting, and she wanted to vomit, but it was the proof that she needed. It was what Paul would need to hear so that he would finally understand what a true piece of filth this pig actually was. The woman couldn’t stand it anymore. She turned down the volume and went into the bathroom and threw up.
After she brushed her teeth, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She would never be fat like that stupid cow, Fannie. Paul would appreciate that someday.
TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK THREE: Twisted Sisters - Volume 3
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Twisted Sisters
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Synopsis
Fannie wakes up after a night in Heaven, to realize that someone wants to make her life Hell. Her stalker finds new ways to torment her as Fannie continues to try and get on with her life. She finds out new things about Mark, the last man on Earth she’d ever thought she would be friends with, and discovers along the way that she is still hanging on to old insecurities that she thought she had rid herself of long ago. Mark and Fannie’s other best friend Paul somehow find themselves entangled in the mystery along the way, and people begin to get hurt while Fannie’s new lover Grant is racing to find out who is behind all the chaos.
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CHAPTER ONE
; “What do you mean, you’ll have him back any day now? You’re there to help me get him back, remember, sister?”
“Of course, that’s what I meant to say. I need to go now, sis. By the way, please tell me that you don’t really wear this orange lipstick.”
“It’s not orange, it’s peach.”
“Whatever, it looks like clown make-up.”
Mandy rolled her eyes. Sometimes her sister was insufferable.
“Susie, please…just make sure that Paul finds out what a slut the cow is before I’m able to come back into town, okay?”
“I’m all over, Mandy. When I’m finished with her, she’ll be a friendless, jobless, manless and maybe I’ll throw in homeless, whale.” She laughed. “She’ll be like a beached whale!”
Her sister laughed too, but nervously. Susie was getting too close to her boss, Mark, who was never in the plan, and also starting to talk like she might want Paul for herself. They had shared men before…but Paul was special. Miranda didn’t want to share him with anyone.
“I love you, Susie,” she told her sister. “Be careful, and keep the target in sight, okay?”
“Got it, Mandy! Love you too!” Susie hung up the phone and wiped the awful orange lipstick off. She picked up a different one, hot pink, and applied that. After blotting it, she smiled wide at herself in the mirror.
“You look hot, Susie,” she said with a wink. She grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
* * *
When Fannie woke up, Grant was gone. She sat up and looked around the room for a minute, unsure if last night had actually happened, or if it had only been a dream. She saw the remnants of the Chinese food and the soiled comforter on the floor. She smiled and lay back and stretched. It hadn’t been a dream.
She looked at the clock on her nightstand. Six-forty. Jury selection was finished and the judge had set the trial to begin the following Monday. Fannie was going to meet Mark at the office at nine and help him work on his opening statement. She told herself that she better get up now if she didn’t want to leave all of this mess.
She threw the covers back and went into the bathroom to shower. When she walked in, she had to smile again. Written in lipstick, and she didn’t even care if it was her favorite one, across the mirror, it said: Thank you (with a smiley face) and Have a Great Day!! This guy was something else. She liked him, a lot.
Fannie showered and dressed in a lounging suit first to clean up the mess in the bedroom. It looked like two toddlers had eaten their dinner in there. She didn’t care though, the messy work this morning was well worth the pleasure of last night. After she had cleaned up all the food, Fannie rolled up the comforter and sheets in a ball, grabbed her laundry card and soap and headed downstairs to the laundry room. Russell was sitting on his chair in the hallway outside of her apartment.
“Good morning,” he said, standing up when she came out the door. “Would you like me to carry something for you?”
“Good morning, Russell, and sure, if you don’t mind.” She held out the gallon jug of soap. He took it and followed her down to the laundry room in the basement, which was kind of creepy if you had to do laundry alone, at night. That was its only drawback, however. It was big and clean and even had large capacity washers for things like her comforter. As she stuffed the comforter into the machine she heard a “click” sound like the outside door closing. Russell heard it too; she could see him watching the door.
After a few minutes, when no one emerged through the second door, Russell went out to have a look. That was when Fannie began hearing voices coming in through the vents. First, it sounded like...sex noises. It started out almost whisper-like, but the volume began to grow, as if it were not live, but on tape and being turned up, slowly.
Russell came back in then, and Fannie put a finger to her lips. She pointed at one of the vents and cupped her hand around her ear. Russell stopped where he was and listened. The moans and whispers continued. You could tell that it was a man and a woman, but you couldn’t really make out what they were saying. It was sort of muffled like the recorder had been in a pocket or under a bed. Fannie looked at Russell as if to say, “What the heck is going on?”
Russell shrugged but put a finger to his lips. The panting and moaning noises became more frantic, and you could tell that one or both of them were about to reach climax. It sounded like they both did, and what was said afterwards brought Fannie closer to suicide than anything else ever had:
“Oh, Fannie, that was amazing,” the man’s voice said.
“Mmm, Grant, you’re the amazing one,” Fannie’s voice replied.
Fannie dropped the jug of soap she was holding in her shaking hand. Her stomach lurched suddenly and before she knew what was happening, the vomit had made its way up her esophagus. Thank God for the trashcan just to her left. She doubled over and began to vomit in it.
Russell was frantic. He wanted to go see if he could find where the tape was originating from, but he didn’t want to leave her alone. He was furiously texting Grant with one hand while he kept the other on Fannie’s shoulder, just to let her know that she wasn’t alone.
When Fannie had nothing left in her stomach, she stood up and went over to the washing machine. She opened it, not waiting for the spin cycle to finish and pulled out the corner of one of the wet sheets. She used it to wipe her mouth, and then she just stood there. She wanted to cry and scream and maybe even break things, but she didn’t want to do it in front of Russell. Her legs felt weak and shaky, but she decided that she’d rather climb the stairs and get back to her apartment than risk staying in here and having to come face to face with someone who may have heard that.
Russell followed her, still looking miserable. She could tell that the poor guy wished that he was anywhere but here. She understood. That was exactly how she felt herself.
Russell walked her back to her apartment and told her to lock her doors and not let anyone in until he got back. Fannie wanted to wrap herself up in a blanket, collapse on her bed and cry. She wanted to stay there all day, and maybe tomorrow and the next day as well. Instead, she took another shower, allowing herself to cry only for the five minutes that she was in there, and then she got ready for work. By the time Russell knocked on her door to tell her he was back, she was ready to leave.
“Did you find it?” she asked.
“No, I didn’t find anything unusual. I talked to the Super. He said that it could have been put in any one of the vents on the first floor and would have been heard in the basement.”
“Oh good,” she said. “The whole first floor got to hear my porn tapes.”
She grabbed her purse and her briefcase. “I’m going to the office. I’m sure I’ll be safe there. You can take the rest of the day off.”
“I’ll just see that you get there safely,” he said.
She only shrugged. She didn’t care if he followed her or not. She actually didn’t care about much of anything right this minute, except proving to whoever was doing this to her that they were not going to win.
CHAPTER TWO
Fannie got to the office a little after nine. She thanked Russell in the lobby and took the elevator up. She smiled at Lisa in the lobby before dropping her things in her office and rushing to Mark’s. She hated being late her first week on the job. When she arrived at Mark’s office, she found that he wasn’t there but the rude paralegal she had met her first day, Susan, was. She was sitting in Mark’s chair with her feet up on the desk. She wore a relatively short dress, and her black stockings showed to the thigh as she dangled her long legs over the side.
“Oh, good morning.” Fannie was surprised at the woman’s familiarity, but it was none of her business. “I was looking for Mark.”
The woman gave her a look that Fannie thought was supposed to be a smile, but it came across more as a grimace instead. “I’m looking for him too. Lisa says that he’s not in yet.”
“Okay,” Fannie told her. “I’ll just wait in my own office and ask Lisa to let me know
when he comes in. Thank you.”
Susan didn’t reply. She just gave Fannie this weird little chin-nod. Fannie went back to her own office, happy for the few minutes alone to pull herself together. She really wanted to call Paul, but she knew that telling him the story would make her cry again, and she didn’t want to do that at work. Just as she had that thought, Grant came through the door.
She could feel her face flush hot when she looked at him. She could only imagine what he must think of her now. He didn’t give her time to sit and worry about it, however. She was sitting in her chair behind the desk and he walked straight over to her and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. She opened her mouth to talk and he shushed her by placing his over it and kissing her hard. When he finally let her go, she had to take a minute to catch her breath.
“Wow,” she said. “What was that for?”
“To keep you from apologizing to me for something that wasn’t your fault,” he said.
Fannie smiled. “What makes you think I was going to apologize?”
“Just a feeling I had. We’re pulling the security tapes from the building, again. I’m guessing that we’ll get the same image as last time, but we have to try at least. Maybe now the CPD will at least put someone on patrol near your apartment to watch out for this guy, or girl, whoever it is.”
“I feel bad for poor Russell. He looked as mortified as I felt. I’m sorry, too if this embarrassed you as well,” she told him.
Grant put his fingers under her chin and tipped her face up toward his. “Fannie, I had the best time last night that I’ve had in a very long time. I loved being with you. I want to be with you again, and I’d be happy to be with you in front of an audience if you would so consent.”
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