by Eden Rose
I’m leaning over Damien’s mother with my ass in the air when I feel his hand rub over the left cheek of my ass. Before I can turn around and scold him, he’s got his hand removed and a stupid chuckle coming out of his mouth.
“Sorry,” he murmurs.
Yeah, you seem sorry.
“For what, Damien?” His mother asks and looks over towards him sideways. Since my hands are still near her mouth, I yank my fingers away so she doesn’t bite me.
I can’t help the smirk that is on my face as his mother totally caught him feeling up her dentist. I know I should be professional and not say anything while I’m at work, but I can’t help it.
“Yeah, about what, Damien?” I ask with an innocent smile on my face.
The look on his smug face as his smile dropped is priceless. Watching him struggle to come up with something to say is even better. “Uh, nothing. I thought I saw something.”
Luckily, I’m able to finish the exam and the chemotherapy hasn’t affected her teeth as much as it could have. I give her a few treatments to strengthen her gums and teeth then lead them on their way. The quicker they get out of here the better.
Damien
Walking away from Audrey was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. I wanted to take her with us as I left her office but I knew she wouldn’t do that.
So, instead, I’m standing next to her office waiting for her to come out of it for the night. I watch as she exits her office and then begins doing her door locking routine. That was something that I had forgotten over the years since I have last seen her. The fact that she’s a double checker.
Audrey’s hand hovers around the top lock and then she looks down to the ground. I watch like the fucking stalker that I am as she picks up a note. And again, I watch as she reads it and then takes a deep breath. What the fuck is in that note? My protective instincts for this girl haven’t died over the years.
“What’s in that note?” I ask her and make my presence known by stepping away from the wall.
She jumps off the ground and then looks over at me with daggers in her eyes. “What… the… Fuck! What are you doing here?”
“Well, I was hanging out and decided to stop by and see you.” I am being way too charming and I know it. I want her to go to dinner with me and then I’m going to find out what is in that note. “What’s in the note?” I ask again and walk over towards her with my hand out.
Audrey shakes her head in a defiant way of showing me that she’s not listening to me at all. “What note?”
I shake my head and go over to her. Once I’m in her space, I cage her against the door in order to take the note from her. She shakes her head and tries to hold it away from our bodies with her left hand. Stealthy, I take my right hand out and rip the note away from her hand.
I spin around on the heels of my feet and hold the note over my head in order to look at it without her being able to reach it.
You know what you have to do in order to get me to go away. Until that’s done, I’m here. You know how to find me.
“What the fuck is this?” I demand and wave the note in her face. If someone is harassing Audrey, I’m going to have to go and kill that mother fucker. “Who the fuck sent you this?”
Again, she shakes her head in an effort to show me that she doesn’t have to answer to me. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. It’s no big deal. Plus, it’s none of your god damned business what’s going on in my life. So stay out!”
And just like that, she spins on her own heels and struts down the hallway away from me. Knowing that I’m not allowing her to get away, I run up to her and place my arm around her neck. I lightly squeeze her closer to me and kiss the top of her apple smelling head. Her hair is soft and lightly tickles my nose. “Audrey, my lovely… If anything were to happen to you… I don’t know what I would do. I’m sorry.” What I said is the truth. Especially now that I’m holding her against me and knowing that she’s close enough to touch. “Come on, we’re going to dinner.”
In true fashion, I don’t give my defiant woman a chance to disagree with my decree and I lead her out of the hall and to the elevator. Once we are in there, I drop my arm from her shoulders and wrap it around her waist. Over the years, I have noticed that she’s gained a little bit of weight, but nothing too much where I don’t still find her attractive. And, truth be told, I wouldn’t have any issues with her gaining weight. To me, she will always be perfect.
“Why would I go to dinner with you?” Audrey asks me and tries to push me away from her but I hold on tighter.
I shrug and then lean into her ear to whisper: “Because I know you’ve been thinking about how good it felt to have my dick buried in your pussy. I know you’re wet right now from being this close to me. Plus, I know how much you loved gagging on my dick when it was covered in your pussy juice. You can lie to other people, but you can’t lie to me.”
She shivers against me and let’s out a deep breath. “Sorry, but I have plans tonight.”
And with that, the little witch pushes away from me when the elevator opens on the ground floor. I give her a couple of seconds as she walks away from me. Hell, I even count to ten before I go after her to tell her plans are canceled.
Time’s up.
I’ve been looking for her for the past ten minutes and she’s nowhere to be found. Where the hell did she go within ten seconds? Honestly. That little bitch just took off on me and now I can’t find her anywhere.
After spending ten minutes looking for her and I still can’t find her, I resort to going to my car and driving around the parking structure looking for her. There is no way that she went past me and then went back into the hospital.
My hand is hovering over the handle to get into my car and a piece of paper catches my eye. I reach over to my windshield wiper and pluck it off. It’s of a picture and the sight of the picture makes me sick to my stomach.
In war, you have to do things that you never wanted to do. I had to do somethings that I wish to never think of again, but you can’t forget about it. What my job was, I had to extract information.
What the picture was of me leaning over Hassine Abud and I had his blood dripping down my hands and onto my shirt.
My fingers feel as if the picture is burning them and I drop it on the ground like it did do that.
Take a deep breath. It’s going to be okay. No one knows what you did and no one will know what you did. This is all some type of game or something.
My brain tries to keep up with my pep talk that I gave myself and then I remember that I’m looking for Audrey.
As the minutes tick by and I still can’t find her, I begin to freak out a little. That note seemed awfully invasive almost as if they knew her. What the fuck did that note mean? And now after receiving all of these calls and the photo? Someone’s fucking with me.
Audrey
Luckily as I was making my escape away from Damien, Liz happened to be driving by me in the parking garage. Since we live in the same place, we usually drive together but today we drove separately.
“Hey! Where are you running off to?” Liz asks as she pokes her little blonde head out of the window.
I look around to the back of me and see that no one is behind me and I make a mad dash to the front seat. “Damien showed up after work and demanded I go to dinner with him.” I say all in one huff and I slam the door shut.
With one last look down the hallway to the door that I went running through, I notice that there is a shadow there. “You have to drive!” I yell out.
My chest is moving up and down in order to control and contain the wild breathing that I’m currently doing. For some reason, again, something I would never admit, I liked what he was saying about us hooking up. I liked what he was saying about how I enjoyed it when he was in me. Fuck me.
Liz laughs and begins driving down the ramp to get out of the hospital. Once we are at the end, I see Damien’s car behind us and I look at Liz from the corner of my eye. “Whatever you do,
don’t lead us straight home.”
Of course, my best friend has a bunch of questions as to why she can’t go home.
“Well, let’s just say that he asked me to go to dinner and he’s not taking no for an answer.”
“Did you sleep with him?” Liz asks me as she turns left at the light to go down one of the busiest highways in L.A.
I consider lying to her for a few seconds. The truth is, I’m not sure if I could get away with it. Fuck me. “Yeah.” I answer quietly as if I’m ashamed.
She looks over at me and does this head shake that tells me that she heard what I said but didn’t like what I had to say. “Did you think this through?”
I shake my head and then answer: “No. I know it was stupid but I was grieving and needed the attention. Damn it. I sound like one of those girls in a book.” I shrug and then cover my face with my hands in an effort to hide the blushing I’m doing.
“Did you forget that he broke up with you like the day before you saw Martin again?”
Hearing the first name of my rapist be spoken so casually is enough to make bile rise in my throat. “Stop. I already feel bad enough as it is.”
And it’s the truth. I feel awful that I used my ex-whatever the fuck he is or was as a booty call. More than that, I feel as if I’m that girl in the alley again. What kind of man breaks up with his girlfriend in an alley?
I looked to the back of the car again and saw Damien's face as he shook his head at me and then I felt the immediate buzzing of my cell. "What a dumbass!" I yell out loud as he ran a red light.
Liz looks in the mirror of the car and sees him. "Is he dangerous?" She asks and turns towards the highway ramp. "According to your brother he is. "
"You guys are talking about me? " I demand. Of course they are talking about me. They probably are looking through my phone as well.
My friend looks as if she's feeling guilty about something. "We are just worried about what Damien being here could do to you."
My instincts is to tell her to get fucked but I know what she means. It's been five years since I faced my rapist in court and it's been five years since I lost. My old college professor got away with raping two of his students and it just so happens that his dad was a lawyer.
What does Damien have to do with this? Well, he broke up with me two nights before my trial after I told him that I was in love with him. Straight up dumped me. Then, on Monday at my trial, he was sitting in the room watching. Hadn't he seen enough? Hadn't he done enough to me already?
The worst part about the whole thing, is that for five years he didn't try to get in touch with me. I couldn't believe it.
And in that moment, I knew what I had to do.
Damien
Yeah, I’m a fucking stalker. I’m going to tell you the exact reason why I’m following her around like I am. Are you ready? If I let her out of my sight, there’s a good possibility that I won’t get her to talk to me.
Sure we had great sex but there is so much more to our relationship than that. The fact that we just saw each other after five years and still had amazing chemistry is fucking awesome. I can’t let her slip away again.
I fucked up badly all of those years ago and I know I did. I feel awful for breaking up with her like I did and the place I did it was fucking terrible.
After following them around for what feels like forever, I decide to back up a little and see where they go. I make sure to get about five car lengths between us and follow closely to the fifth car. They begin to drive a different way about five minutes later as they must have thought I have given up. Of course, since I hadn’t, I watched them pull into a very wealthy neighborhood.
As they park in the driveway, the both of them get out of the car and walk over to the house. I slam my parking brake on and slip out of my car in order to catch them before they get too far in the house.
“Audrey!” I yell as I run over to her.
She stops and looks at me with her bewildered eyes. I can see the cogs turning in her mind as she considers what the hell I did. “Did you fucking follow us?” She demands from across the yard.
The perfectly manicured yard is in great shape with a fountain in the middle. It almost looks as if someone else did it for her. Is this where she lives?
As I’m getting closer to her, I notice that her friend is standing right next to her. That’s the same girl that I remembered visited us in Texas and who sat next to me at the trial. “What the hell are you doing here?” Liz asks and then looks towards the house.
“What the fuck is going on out here?”
All of our heads snap and see Audrey’s brother running over to us. Does she live with him? That doesn’t make any sense. The Audrey I remembered liked living alone. But then I remembered she did mention that she lived with them.
“Look, this is all a misunderstanding. I need to talk to Audrey and this is all getting out of hand. Audrey, please come to dinner with me.” I’m only asking politely because I don’t want to get her brother all pissed off.
Garrett shakes his head and then looks down at Liz. “Did this asshole follow you home?”
Great. So much for getting out of this unscathed. The heat of the day is starting to turn on and I can feel the sweat start to bead on the back of my neck and roll down my shoulders. I hate sweating from just standing here.
“Yeah, looks like he did,” Liz answers and gives me a scrutinizing eye.
Audrey continues to stare hard at me and I can feel the weight of her stare as it seeps through my skin. “Baby, we have a lot to talk about. I don’t want to make you upset or anything. But we have a lot that needs to be discussed,” I place my hand on her slack arm.
Luckily she doesn’t yank it away from me, but instead looks over at Garrett who is looking at the interaction as if he’s pissed.
“What do you have to talk about? Do you want to discuss how you broke up with my sister? Do you want to discuss how you showed up at her rapist’s trial and didn’t even fucking talk to her?” Garrett thunders these questions at me and then gets in my face as he does it. I don’t back down from him even though I know his temper is pretty firey.
I puff out my chest a little bit and then get in his face a little more. “No! I want to discuss with Audrey everything and I want it to be without you. Audrey, if you do not get in my car right now and go have dinner with me, I won’t come back. You have five minutes to make up your mind. You have questions and I have answers. I have questions and you have those answers.”
Before I walk away, I go past Garrett and walk over to Audrey and slam my lips on hers. I cup her face with my hands and hold her face so it’s closer for our lips to touch. I’m kissing her with so much passion and I wouldn’t have stopped if someone didn’t clear their throat and interrupted me.
“Remember that kiss if you don’t get your ass in my car. Remember this moment of when you had to make a choice of what you wanted. Because I won’t be back if you don’t get in.”
And with that, I spin on my heels and strut to my car as if I don’t have a care in the world. And as of right now, I don’t.
Audrey
Have you ever seen someone who is trying to contemplate the fate of the free world? In this moment, I am that person. I have no idea what to do or if I should do anything at all. Do I go running over to Damien and get the answers to the questions that I want? Do I just stay at home and always wonder what he meant about getting answers that only he could give me?
“You can’t be thinking about going with him. You can’t be that fucking stupid?” My brother growls at me as he places his hands on my shoulders.
I’m half dazed from that amazing kiss that Damien laid on me and now I’m wondering if I should go and talk to him. What the fuck? “Fuck me,” I think out loud and then run off towards the car.
“Audrey!” Garrett yells and starts to come after me. I shake my head at Liz and my best friend stands in front of my brother.
“Let them figure it out,” she whispers to him b
ut it’s loud enough for me to hear.
By the time I get to his car, I’m panting from the running and I swing open his door to see him sitting in the driver’s seat. He looks incredible with his blue eyes blazing at me like the heat from the sun.
Damien smiles at me and then places his hand on my thigh to give me a squeeze. “So,” I say but draw out the o’s. I’m nervous as hell and I know exactly why I am. Being with Damien is similar to being on a rollercoaster. The build up is enough to make you sick to your stomach but the high is invigorating.
“So.”
I giggle nervously and then look out the window as he pulls away from my house. “What did you want to talk about?” I ask.