The Prince Of Highland Park

by Marilyn Faith

  “Why do you want to get to know me? I’ve seen you around the club for years now and we never exchange words more than hi and bye. What change now why you are talking to me, wanting to get to know me?” She asks looking me dead in the eyes. I know she was skeptical, but damn.

  “I’ve notice you from the first day you started to work at the club. I’ve always wanted to talk to you, but I never thought you would give me the time of day. I thought you would judge me thinking that I might have ulterior motives that are not on the up and up for wanting to talk to you. What changed? I can honestly say I just can’t keep watching you every day and not talk to you, because I feel like I’m losing control. I’m not going to lie, I want you and I can’t get you outta my head, and so we are

  clear, I don’t just want to fuck you, don’t get me wrong, I want to fuck you in every position imaginable to man with some of my own creations, but that’s not what this is about if that’s what you are worried about. I know if we make love, and that’s exactly what it would be, I won’t be able to let you go and I won’t want to either. So I finally took a risk so here I am.” I keep looking at her; watch as he chest moves faster with my declaration. I watch her as she ponders all that I just said. Looking at her she is breath taking, no make-up, and no enhancement, nothing just beautiful. She seems ignorance to her beauty which adds to her appeal. I hear the whispers at the club, the young and old members all would like to get a taste of that, well that’s their words not mine. In my eyes she should be treasured and respected. If by any chance I get the opportunity I will do just that. I want to kiss her so bad, I just don’t want her to get the impression that I just want to get into her pants. I do want to, but I’m willing to wait until she is ready.

  Evelyn Chapter Seven

  His confession left me speechless. There is no avoiding what he is saying, the true implication behind his words. I feel all tingly inside, because what he said is how I’m feeling and I’m scared shitless that if I give into hoping it can be I would end up broken beyond repair. I smiled going against the turmoil in my head “Nothing else you could have said would have made it more perfect. I do feel the same way, I am scared though. I’m scared that I’m going to get hurt, because of where I come from. It’s not the norm for people like us to feel his way, and there is nothing you can do about it. With that said I want to get to know everything there is to know about you and we can take it from there.” Brushing my hair from my face he said, “It’s more than enough, I can work with that.” Releasing the breath I was holding I looked into his eyes and said. “Let’s go sit over there so we can talk.” He reached out and took my hand intertwining or fingers together. It feels so good and natural for us to be here walking hand in hand.

  Sitting in the sand I looked up at the sky, the color of pink streaks with white mix with orange where the sun is going down on the horizon it’s perfect. “It’s beautiful don’t you think?” I said pointing at the sky.

  “Yes it sure is” he whispered. When I looked over at him he was not looking at the sky he was looking at me. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks I quickly looked away as not to tip my hand that I am affected by his words. I failed because he said, “I love when you blush, and it’s pretty and addictive.” Trying to change the direction of this conversation I ask “How’s school going, I know you got into Yale, but turned it down to follow your dream of playing football at UCF? Why did you turn down Yale?” A cloud of sadness covers his face, and I knew this is not a subject he wants to address so I continue “You don’t have to tell me, I was just curious and fascinated all at the same time.” Snapping out of his cloud he ask, “Fascinated; why?”

  I looked at our hands still joined together and answered, “It’s no secret your father went to Yale, and wanted you to follow in his footsteps. When I heard that you went to UCF I knew you went against your father wishes and did what you worked so hard for. I know you must have gotten a lecture from your folks, but you held tight, I’m impressed. I thought you would have caved when I heard.” He look relieve, I get the feeling what I just said made an impact on him.

  “I did get into Yale; I only applied because my dad wanted me to, and so I did. I’ve always wanted to play football, I love the game. I work hard to be the best quarterback I can be for my team. When I got a full ride to UCF I took it without thinking, because I wanted to come out from underneath my parents’ control. I wanted my independence; something that I’ve earned that was not given to me due of my last name.” When he was finished I was stunned that he felt trapped. I also understand why he did it and I respect him for it. Not because he went against his parents, but because he was happy with the decision he made for himself.

  I can see that this conversation is a downer for him so when he leaned over hitting me with his shoulder, I knew he wanted to change the subject. “What are your plans for your future?” He asks as I look in the distance and replied “Go to school and make something of myself.” I could feel his eyes on me willing me not to stop there so I continued. “I got into UCF on a full scholarship. I want to pursue my dream to become a doctor. I’ve always wanted to be a doctor, I’ve never thought of any other career but that. I have been told over and over I can’t do it, I guess I have something to prove to myself…you know?”

  “I know you can do it. I also understand proving something to yourself. We all do that, sometimes people let proving something consume them, taking away from the real reason they are doing it and turn it into something else, no matter if it’s the right decision or not.” He looked distance and hollow. “Are you speaking from experience?” I asked. “You could say that. I want to say congratulation on your full ride, you deserve all the good life has to offer,” he responded. I didn’t expect congratulation, but I was happy that he believed that I deserved it.

  “What’s going on with you and Samantha?” Looking surprise by my question, he said “Wow, that’s a change of subject.” I figured that was a little too personal and he wasn’t going to answer so I said. “I wanted to know, because she made a point to say you’re off-limits, at the party and if I took you upon any more of your invitation, more or less I would

  lose my job at the club.” If the rage in his eyes was any indication that he was pissed, what he said next did it. “That bitch better stay far away from you or she has me to deal with, I don’t give a fuck if my parents want us to get married.” Wait, what the fuck, here he is telling me he wants me while he’s engaged to Sam. “I should go.” I jumped up ready to walk away not believing this shit is happening. Realizing that he said more than he should he starts to explain, “I’m not engaged to Sam, I know that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “What kind of an asshole do you think I am to be engaged to someone and tell you I want you? You think I’m a fuck don’t you? Well let me say this I’m not engaged to anyone and I would not mislead you.” I guess I deserve his raging eyes at me right now, my head is messed up. I did think that he was engaged and just trying to get me on the side until he is tired of me and then move on with his picture-perfect life with Sam. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t believe everything I hear about you. I just don’t get what you see in me and it makes me a bit paranoid.” I said quickly before he gets up and walks away.

  Taking a deep breath to calm himself down he said. “I can understand why you would jump to that conclusion. I see what goes on at the club. Let me say this if I’m committed to someone I would never do that to her. I see the effect it has on the women and I would never want to hurt my girl in that way … ever.” Well it’s good to know that he does think what goes on at the club is wrong and not just sum it up as the boys club. “I am sorry. How about we call it a night and talk later or tomorrow?” He got up from the sand looking intensely at me. “Can I see you tomorrow? I want to spend more time with you,” he asks.

  “I’d like that, call me tomorrow so we can plan where and when.” I smiled hearing that he still wanted to spend time with me. Holding my face in his hands he leans in planting a tend
er kiss on my lips. When he pulled back I wanted to go after his mouth knowing that peck was nowhere enough. If I didn’t hold my ground I would go after those lips voraciously, I didn’t want to seem desperate so I held myself back.

  Leaving the lake I felt an uneasy feeling wash over me, like we are being followed. Looking around not wanting to freak out Ryan as he walk me to my car, but I didn’t see anyone or anything weird; it must be my own paranoia. I must be slowly losing my mind. When we got to my car we said our goodbyes as I try to shake the uneasy feeling, while I got in my car. Driving home I touched my lips, I wanted so much more. If he didn’t pull back I would have deepened our kiss. All the time we were sitting in the sand I was hoping he would kiss me the way he did at the party. I go weak in the knees thinking about what I wanted to happen.

  Ryan Chapter Eight

  I wanted so badly to deepen that kiss. I had to stick to the plan if I didn’t want her to think I only wanted to get in between her legs. If only she knew how hard it was for me to walk away with just a peck on her lips. I could see that she wanted more, but I couldn’t. She tries to hide her feelings, but her face is like an open book and I love that about her. I can know if she I lying or hiding something. So far I like being around her, I don’t know if I like what I feel, because it scares me. I didn’t want to be a pussy and admit that bit to her knowing she is right it is going to get complicated when it comes to my friends and my parents. Unfortunately how they will handle me going after her is going to affect me, because I don’t share their sentiments over money or people.

  When I told her the reason I didn’t go to Yale I could see the appreciation on her face. It wasn’t because she though I socked it to my dad, but the reasoning behind it. The more I see her the more she impresses me without even trying. That amazes me. The people around me always seem to bend over backwards kissing my ass and I hate it. You never know people real motives around you, and it makes me not want to trust anyone, even the ones that are being true.

  Evelyn has me reevaluating a lot of things. She gets me more than I feel comfortable with. I like her more than I want to, and I don’t like having no control over how I feel. I messed around with more girls than I care to share, and I’ve never felt this attraction to any of them, not even close. So why her, why now?

  After that kiss at the party I knew I was hooked, I knew it would never be enough and that was only one kiss. I want her so much. I know I have to be careful. I couldn’t just seek pleasure from her like I do the other girls I sleep with. Evelyn doesn’t know the score, and frankly I don’t think pleasure is all I want from her, I know I want more, I just don’t know how to go about it. If it goes wrong I know she would conclude that I deliberately went after her just to find out what it was like to be with someone like her. If I don’t, she is going to think that I can’t bring myself to be with her. Damned if I do; damned if I don’t, fuck.

  Rubbing a hand down my face, I know I can’t think like that or I’ll go out of my fucking mind. I’ll just take one step at a time. If nothing else I’ll always be honest with her. I told her I wanted to see her today, what do I want to do? I need to figure that out before it gets too late. Maybe I’ll just text her so she can decide where and when tonight.

  Me: Hi beautiful, I was checking to see how your day is going so far?

  Hearing my belly growl I went into the kitchen to make myself a BLT, and my cell dings with a text message

  Ev: So far my day is ok; how about you?

  Taking a bite outta my sandwich I replied instantly.

  Me: My day is not going fast enough. So when can I see you? By the way how about you pick the place and the time we meet today. Anywhere you want.

  I hope she still want us to meet, I just told her I can’t wait to see her.

  Ev: Ok; how about my place say around seven; I’ll text you the address.

  Me: Ok sounds great

  Ev: Just know it’s not what you are used to.

  Me: what’s that supposed to mean?

  Ev: It means I don’t live in a mansion like you do, I live in a trailer park.

  Me: I don’t care about that; I was hoping you would realize that by now.

  Ev: We’ll see right?

  Me: Just text me your address and stop doing that.

  Ev: Doing what?

  Me: You know what I’m talking about. I’ll see you tonight at seven; waiting for your address.

  I’m a little teed that she keeps doing this, I mean come, it’s only money, but it’s like she…I don’t even know. I’m not going to stress it or jump to conclusions. I know I’m about to sound like a girl and I don’t want to ruin seeing her with my bad mood, because I’m so looking forward to seeing her later.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket, taking it out I answer, “Hello.” Hearing my best friend Mitch was a relief. “Hey man? Just checking to see how it went last night.”

  “It was ok; Ev and I just hung out and talked.”

  “So what’s up with you? What’s going on? I can hear it in your voice something’s up.”

  “Yeah; just wanted to give you a heads up that Chloe is not giving up.”

  “What the hell does she want?” I asked really not wanting to know shit about her. “Man I told you that bitch was crazy” he said,

  “I don’t care whatever it is I’m done.”

  “Well like I said she is crazy, she’s acting like you up and broke her heart and shit.” I’m done with her, we broke up a while back because I caught her fucking one of my so called friends and she still keeps hounding me thinking I’ll take her back. She must be fucking out of her mind if she thinks I’ll let her back in my life. “Hey dude where did you go?” I guess I zoned out while he was saying something. “I’m here man, just thinking she must be crazy if she thinks I’m getting back with her.”

  “Well from the shit she is spewing, she not only thinks you are getting back together she is planning on it so watch your back.” He warns “What the fuck did you just say?” I asked wanting to know what the hell she is planning. He laughs at my reaction “Well isn’t that a fuck… what does…you know what, it doesn’t even matter, she can continue being crazy, because I don’t have time to feed into her shit.”

  “I feel you on that, but like I said just wanted to give you a heads up.”

  “Thanks man…thanks for looking out.”

  “Come on man, no thanks needed you know I got your back.”

  “Well I have to cut this short because I’ve got a date with Evelyn tonight.” He is laughing, because his idea of dating is fucking one night and then bouncing, “Really? Do tell.”

  “Not enough time got to jump in the shower and get ready, but I’ll fill you in later.”

  “Ok man, have fun and I’ll catch you later.” He laughed on the phone before it went dead.

  Evelyn Chapter Nine

  Looking in my closet wondering what I should wear. “Um…let’s see, ah ha this should do just fine.” I took down my blue and white baby doll that’s hanging in the back of the closet. This will work perfect with my white sandals. As I’m done putting my hair up in a ponytail the doorbell rings. I was anxious all day because I couldn’t wait for the day to fly by so I could see him. I try catching my breath. I definitely don’t want him thinking I was dying to see him. Even though it t would be true, he doesn’t need to know that. Ever since last night I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind. I remembered how his lips felt at the party and the way he held unto his control last night at the lake when he gave me a peck. The bell chimes again frightening the belugas outta me. “Coming!” I yell as if I was so busy I couldn’t come to the door right away. The only thing I was doing was trying to calm myself down.

  “Hey! Sorry to have you waiting, come on in,” I say as I move to open the door wider so he could come in. “You look gorgeous Ev.”

  “Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself.” I say smiling at him.

  “Here, I stop and pick up a bottle of Barossa Black Label wine. I too
k a chance. I didn’t know what you liked.”

  “Thank you, I guess we can have it tonight with dinner. I don’t know anything about wine unfortunately, so I’ll try it and let you know.

  I hope you’re hungry, because I made steak, baked potatoes, with carrots and broccoli.” I said trying to cut his gaze from me.

  “I’m starving.” He looks so good I could eat him for dinner and his scent is not helping to calm my nerves. I’m looking at his lips, his hands and all I want to do is forget dinner and jump him. I just want to feel his hands all over my body before I explode. I’m becoming a walking horn dog around him.

  He clears his throat causing me to snap out of my fantasy, blushing profusely. Not looking at his face I quickly say, “Go ahead and have a seat, while I get the dinner on the table.”

  “Is there anything I can help you with?” He asks

  “No, but thanks you. Oh, wait! Before you sit, can you grab two glasses from the cupboard behind me please?” I asked.

  “Sure, not a problem,”

  “Would you like me to help with anything else?”

  “No thanks, just the glasses, I have everything else covered.” I said a little shaky. Now that he is here I feel the butterflies in my stomach and all of a sudden I’m hot as hell, and it has nothing to do with the heat in the kitchen. How am I going to survive this dinner with him I have no clue. I’m just praying I don’t embarrass myself tonight.