The Watcher Series Volume # 1: Falling

by Rhiannon Jean

  “You’re on the list - Love, Your Stalker.”

  I swung around trying to catch a glimpse of him. I didn’t see his hoodie anywhere. My stomach became knotted and my palms began to sweat. I was so nervous and so excited. He had remembered! Is it sad that this little detail had just made my night? I headed back to the entrance and walked up to a very tall, very burly looking man with a sour look on his face.

  “Um, excuse me, sir?” I said meekly.

  “Back of the line,” he said.

  “Well, um, I’m on the list…Lily is my name, sir.”

  He looked at me and smiled, checked his list and said, “Yes, of course, Miss Lily. Right this way.” He lifted the rope and led me through a set of double doors into what appeared to be a coatroom, with a tiny bar area.

  “Mr. Gabriel said you’d want these,” said the bouncer, as two shots of caramel colored liquor and a coke chaser was set on the bar.

  The bartender, who reminded me of Betsy, smiled and said, “On the house love.”

  “Oh wow!” I exclaimed, “Thank you so much!” I tossed back both of the shots quickly and took a gulp of the coke. I threw a five-dollar bill in her jar and thanked her again.

  The bouncer said a few words to another burly man and began to escort me into the club. The lights were low, it was a little smoky, and it wasn’t as crowded as I had thought it would be, considering the line. There were small round tables with white tablecloths scattered here and there in front of a small stage. Each table had a lit candle and a small drink menu. Norah Jones was playing softly from the speakers on stage, which was bathed in darkness. I could make out a guitar, stool, and mic stand that had been set up for the next act. Those had to be Gabriel’s! I was getting so excited to hear him sing. The bouncer stopped in the second row, a little to the left of the stage, and pulled out a chair for me.

  “Rosy will be right with you, Miss Lily. Have a great time.”

  “Thank you, Mister…” I paused, waiting for his name.

  “Willis, ma’am, but my friends call me Willie.”

  “Well, thank you so much, Mr. Willie.” I smiled warmly at him. I had so many questions I was dying to ask, but held them back for another time.

  Who exactly was Gabriel that afforded me VIP access and treatment? I looked around, taking in my surroundings. The ceiling had that normal Chicago-look of exposed pipes, all painted black. The carpeting was the color of a deep red wine, and the bar area was a beautiful cherry-stained wood. I drank everything in, noticing how this was the perfect seat, not too close to the stage, not front and center. I looked at the little “reserved” card on the table and sighed. Who is actually this thoughtful? I wondered. I had never met a man who thought of all the little details. I thought back to last night and the knife he had held at my attacker’s throat and a hint of excitement shot through me. I realized I had no idea who Gabriel was or what I had gotten myself into.

  A cute little blond with spiky hair bounced up to me. All the servers were dressed head-to-toe in black pants and dress shirts, but she had spiced things up with a quirky pink and white plaid bowtie.

  She smiled broadly at me and said, “What can I get ya, Miss Lily?” This had to be Rosy. She was adorable and I instantly liked her. I stuck out my hand and introduced myself properly and she looked taken aback.

  I smiled and said, “You know my name, it’s only fair.”

  She laughed and said, “I guess so, name’s Rosy.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you Rosy. I’d love another shot of Jameson, chaser of Coke, and some sparkling water over ice, please.”

  “Sure thing, love!” Oh, and did I mention both Rosy and the bartender from the coatroom had British accents. How freakin’ fun was this place!

  She quickly returned with my drinks and a basket of pretzels to munch on. Good thing because the last time I had eaten was at lunch with Emma. My stomach had been in knots since then. The lights flickered and the crowd found their way to their seats. The bar lights lowered even further and I impatiently waited for a glimpse of him. I was hoping there was no opening act; I wanted to see my Gabriel as soon as possible. Whoa, girl, your Gabriel? Slow it down! my brain said. Sighing, I knew I should probably listen to it for once, right?

  And then there he was, perched on the stool onstage, bathed in a small spotlight. Gone was the hoodie I’d grown accustomed to and instead, he was wearing a fitted vintage t-shirt, dark blue ripped jeans, and combat boots. His hair was pulled back into a little ponytail and he had a hint of eyeliner on, making those gorgeous eyes pop. My heart dropped into my stomach and I’m pretty sure I started to drool. His skin was pale, but his muscles were clearly defined. Tattoos covered both arms in beautiful patterns. I hadn’t worn my glasses tonight so I couldn’t tell what they were, but I knew I couldn’t wait to find out. He had leather bracelets on one wrist and silver rings on several of his long fingers. He had picked up the guitar and was lightly strumming, testing the tuning. He looked up and straight at me.

  “Good evening everyone.” Everyone applauded and hooted and hollered. He was apparently well-known here. The VIP treatment made a little more sense. “Thank you for coming out tonight to listen to me wail a little,” he continued with his trademark smirk.

  He scanned the crowd, searching for something. He gave a slight nod to someone in the back and Rosy came over to my table with a single pink rose. It was hot pink, long stemmed, and smelled amazing. I held it up to my nose while staring at him, a big smile on my face. He once again found my eyes, winked, and started to play. The lyrics rang out and my breath caught in my throat. Oh, my God, he was playing The Scientist by Cold Play. His voice was beautiful, a little deeper and scratchier than the lead singer of Coldplay, which made the song incredibly sexy. My heart began to cast off its armor in tiny pieces. As he sang the second verse, I sighed. Oh how I wanted to tell him my secrets and learn all of his. I wanted to stay up all night with this man and learn him inside and out. Did he know how much this song spoke to me? Did the lyrics mean as much to him?

  As he sang, he looked right at me this entire time. Holy heck, he was singing to me. Was he speaking of his heart? Was his heart involved already? I wondered how many classes he had spent staring at me. We had been so close for months, yet I had never really taken notice of him. I was starting to really, really regret that. He was so much more than a slacker in a hoodie. I gazed at his perfect jawline, wanting to run my tongue up it and feel his stubble and taste his perfect pale skin. I shook my head, trying to clear it of these racy thoughts, and focused on the music. That sexy smirk appeared as though he were having racy thoughts too.

  His last note faded into the darkness as the crowd erupted into applause. I joined in loudly; hooting and smiling so big I was afraid I looked like a clown.

  “Wow,” I mouthed to him when he caught my eye again.

  “Stunning?” he mouthed back. I blushed a bright red and nodded feverishly. He pointed down so I looked down at my table and there was a note written on a bar napkin: ‘So are you…’ My eyes started to well up. No one had ever told me I was stunning. No one had held my hand until I had calmed down. No one had EVER sung to me. No one had ever set up an entire night filled with VIP access and flowers and music. This guy…he was trouble. My heart wouldn’t stay hidden from him for long.

  He started strumming again, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. He winked at me again, once I found the courage to raise my head. I didn’t want him to see how much he had affected me. He sang of needing my grace and the lyrics asked me if I would lie still with him for a while. I slowly nodded at him and he smiled. This smile was slow and hesitant and full of hope. Oh yeah, this guy was complete trouble, wrapped up in a sexy package.

  As he crooned on about my perfect eyes, I took a sip of my water, needing to coat my suddenly dry mouth. My eyes didn’t leave his as he finished the song. Again the crowd erupted. He was definitely a hit here. Someone brought out an electric guitar and he changed out his acoustic. He started playing With or
Without You by U2. Who didn’t love this song? It encompassed so many aspects of love and relationships. I had always hoped to find someone who fit the lyrics to this song. I wanted someone who drove me crazy, in a good way and in a bad way.

  During this song he closed his eyes and really got into it. The scratchy effect of his voice added a very sexy aspect to the song. I lost myself in the lyrics, images of kissing those perfect lips of his racing through my head. I wondered what he tasted like, how soft his tongue would be, and if he was a good kisser. I could feel my face turning red and was thankful it was dark enough that he couldn’t see it. That smirk returned as he finished the song, and he was staring at me again. The crowd’s applause was even louder this time. He cleared his throat into the mic and told everyone he was parched and needed to see a drink about a girl. The spotlight flicked off as the bar lights came back up, and this time he caught me blushing yet again.

  Kings of Leon was playing on the stage speakers, the lead singer talking about how he could use somebody, and oh boy, could I ever use someone like Gabriel. This guy was perfect. Well, what little I knew and could see of him was. I was like a girl stranded in the desert, lost, dehydrated, and alone, and he was my oasis. I just hoped he wasn’t a mirage that my brain had imagined.

  Chapter 10

  “Hi,” he said with a smile that was almost sly.

  “Hi,” I returned, smiling back. Smooth, I thought to myself, you sure know how to make an impression. I tried again. “You were wonderful,” I gushed, “and your voice is so distinct and beautiful.”

  “As are you,” he said softly.

  My eyes widened and I blurted out, “Are you for real?!”

  He threw his head back and laughed loudly. His neck was even more exposed in his t-shirt and all I could think about was how he would smell if I just buried my nose in it and took a big whiff.

  “Yes, Lily, I assure you I’m just as real as you are.”

  “Well,” I breathed out, “good.” Um, yeah, I was really good with words, right?

  He said, “I’m only doing a few songs tonight, as there is a new act they want to showcase. I’m just warming up the crowd.” He ducked his head in a way that seemed almost shy. “Can I join you after my set?”

  “O...o...of course you c...c...can,” I stuttered. “I would love that.”

  He took my hand and brought it to his mouth. He turned it over so it was palm up and placed a light kiss in the center. He closed my fingers, causing me to make a fist. “Hold onto that for later,” he smirked. His eyes held a promise of something dark, something wonderfully dark. I wanted to swim in that darkness and share my own. He went back up on stage, having changed back to the six-string, and started playing Collide by Howie Day. I’m pretty sure he knew the soundtrack to my soul and was currently playing it on stage. All these songs I had fantasized about someone dedicating to me or dancing to with me, and here he was freaking singing them to me. The best part was, his eyes never left mine.

  As I listened intently to the lyrics, I wondered if Gabriel was scared to know me too. Maybe that’s why he had kept his distance at first. But how long HAD he kept his distance? He had joked about stalking me, but was it really a joke? He had an entire life I didn’t know about. For all I knew, he was married too, although there was no ring on his finger. I looked down at my left hand; I had put mine on out of habit tonight. Was there even a point to wearing them anymore? I thought about Ryan and realized I hadn’t seen him wear his ring in quite some time. How hadn’t I noticed that before?

  As he sang about us colliding, I thought to myself, Yes we have. We had collided when I first noticed him staring at me yesterday, and he was quickly becoming a part of me. We had collided and now we were melting together through these beautiful songs that he was singing right to me. Something about him made me want to trust him with my heart and soul. I barely knew the guy, but I wanted to share my light and my darkness with him. I wondered if he’d be able to handle my past and the dark clouds that I barely kept at bay. He finished the song and announced that his next song would be his last for the night. He thanked everyone for coming out and announced the next band coming out.

  He began singing Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye. I loved that song and had always felt bad for the guy who wrote it. Now I wondered if this song held meaning for Gabriel. I felt a pang of jealousy hit me, souring my stomach. Did he have someone he was pining over? Had someone cut him off? He’s freaking perfect, who would be stupid enough to let him go? If he was mine, I’d never let him out of the bedroom.

  Oh, my God, where did that come from? A very powerful and very sweaty image of us tangled in sheets appeared in my mind out of nowhere. I was watching him intently and unconsciously licked my lips. He watched me with such intensity that I forgot there were other people in the room. His eyebrows raised, as if to say, “what”? I licked my lips again and slightly shook my head, trying to clear the images that were invading it. He nodded slightly, smirking, as if he knew what I had been thinking. The song ended and the crowd begged for more. I had ordered a beer for him and it was waiting for him as he made his way over. He looked surprised that I had ordered for him.

  “I couldn’t see your bottle label last night, but I knew the bottle was green, so I took a guess,” I said shyly.

  “You’re spot on, beautiful. Thank you.” I smiled as he sat down right next to me. I caught a whiff of his soap and deodorant. I loved it when men didn’t wear cologne. I loved the clean scent of soap and the distinct scent each man had. I once again wanted to bury my face in his long neck and sniff deeply. Alas, I held back.

  He looked me over and said, “Wow, you look amazing. Red definitely suits you.”

  “Thank you,” I said, “you look amazing, as well. Who knew what was hiding under those hoodies?” Oh shit, I really needed to invest in a filter for my verbal diarrhea.

  He laughed. “I keep in shape in case a beautiful girl needs rescuing. So far, I’ve only rescued one, but it still came in handy.” I lightly punched his arm; damn, that muscle was gorgeous.

  Laughing, I said, “I bet you say that to all the beautiful girls you rescue.”

  “Well, yeah,” he joked, “but it works every time.” I giggled. It felt so nice to flirt again. I felt pretty, I felt awakened, and I felt like I never wanted this night to end.

  The new guy on the stage started singing Jason Mraz’s I Won’t Give Up and I smiled.

  “I love this song!” I exclaimed. He took my hand lightly in his and started to quietly sing along so only I could hear him. He sang the lyrics comparing me to the old stars and whispered, “How old is your soul?”

  My eyes filled with tears. “Very old,” I whispered. “Too old.”

  He held my hand a little tighter and ran his thumb over my wedding rings. “Tell me,” he said.

  “Why?” I asked. “Why me? I’m a nobody.”

  “Like recognizes like,” he said quietly. “I’m also a nobody with a very old soul.”

  I studied his face, looking for any sign that he was playing me. This had to be a joke. He was too perfect, too beautiful, too everything I’m not.

  “I have my secrets too, Lily.”

  “I want to know them all,” I whispered.

  He smiled, almost sadly. “Maybe. Some secrets are better left hidden. I might scare you away.”

  I looked into his eyes, smiling my own sad smile. “I might scare you, too.”

  The guy on stage was singing Someone Like You by Adele at this point. Gabriel quietly sang along about how memories are made from regrets and mistakes and he whispered about how bittersweet this tasted.

  “Bittersweet,” he whispered. “It used to be my favorite flavor.” And he leaned over and touched his lips to mine. It was light at first, almost airy. A small gasp escaped me, and he deepened the kiss. His lips were warm and so very soft. His hand came up to cradle the back of my neck. He parted his lips slightly and traced my bottom lip with his tongue. All reason flew out of my head as the singe
r crooned the final lines of the song. The crowd erupted into loud applause and I pulled back in surprise. He didn’t move his hand from my neck, instead holding me close to his face. All I could see was the lust swimming in his eyes.