My Valentine: Siren #2

by Roberts, Jaimie

  I look away, but out of the corner of my eye I see David manoeuvre over to me, placing an arm around my shoulder. “You don’t like the idea. It was only a suggestion.”

  I turn, looking into his eyes, and I can’t help wondering how I ended up here. I keep thinking every time he pushes us, the urge to leave will grow, but it never does.

  “If you’re worried about us, and you feel I’m suffocating you, then we can make arrangements for you to have a separate apartment you can escape to when it all gets to be too much. I just want us to be a stable family unit for the baby. I’m not asking for your hand in marriage. I just want a new life, and I would be honoured if you would want to join me. It just makes sense. It’s not wise to stay here anymore if you want to disappear. I’m in the middle of getting your new identity. Once the baby is here, and you’ve gotten your revenge on Reid, we can start a new life.”

  I sit there for a moment, listening to the sound of the bubbles massage against my skin. It’s a deafening sound now that the conversation has turned silent.

  “I don’t know what to say.” And I really don’t. I know he’s making sense, and I would be more than happy to get away, but then it’ll be with David. I would be in a place I have never even holidayed in before, let alone lived. I would be completely reliant upon him.

  “There’s nothing to say for now. It’s a lot to process. Just think about it. For now, I’m trying to calm your mother.” I look at him when he mentions her. “She’s even gotten them to go round your house. It all looks suspicious, Scarlet. You haven’t paid any water or electricity bills in two months, your accounts haven’t been used since the day you disappeared, and there are signs of a struggle in your bedroom. Your mum thinks it could be linked to Richard.”

  I suck in a breath at the mention of his name. If they start combing through my house, they might find Richard’s blood. That would make me the prime suspect.

  “Shit!” I shout, turning around to lean my arms against the edge of the tub. This is all going to shit.

  Soon, I feel a set of arms around me. “Everything will be fine.”

  I shake my head. “Everything won’t be fine.” I shake my head. “Even in death, he fucking haunts me,” I whisper.

  David pulls me around and takes me in his arms. I breathe in his new aftershave smell, and it’s comforting. “He can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let him. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore. You hear me?” I nod my head against his chest and feel when he visibly relaxes. “If you don’t want to be found, then you won’t be. We just need to be more careful.”

  Reid

  When I get back to the bar, the local Spanish police are everywhere. That doesn’t bother me so much. What does is that the Guardia Civil are here too. As I near the entrance, Akilah appears, looking worried.

  “What the fuck’s going on?” I ask as I near him.

  “I don’t fucking know. Anonymous tip, I guess. They said they had grounds to search the premises. They asked if I was the owner, but I said I was looking after it until you got back. They can’t know I’m working here.”

  Shit. Akilah’s here legally, but he’s not allowed to work. Fuck knows how he’s supposed to get on if that’s the case.

  I place my hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. “Don’t worry, my man. I’ll sort it. Okay?”

  Akilah’s worried face softens. “Thanks.”

  “Señor Valentine?” a fat, balding Guardia Civil officer asks in English.

  “Yes,” I answer, looking completely unfazed.

  He points to Akilah. “Does this man work for you?”

  I shake my head. “No. He lives over there,” I say pointing to one of the outbuildings. “In return for the free accommodation I provide, he sometimes helps me out in the bar, but I don’t pay him.”

  He frowns at me. “Are you running this all by yourself?”

  “No. I have two part-time workers, but they don’t normally come in till six.” That part is true, but they’re not here every night.

  “I see,” he answers, scrutinising me.

  “Is this all you’re here for? Seems a lot of people just to find out if Akilah’s working for me.”

  He doesn’t answer at first. Instead, he offers me what I can only describe as a perverted smirk. It makes me want to smash it right off his face.

  “No,” he finally says. “It wasn’t just to check on Akilah.”

  I shrug. “Then what are you here for? And do you have a warrant?”

  He sucks in a breath before walking towards me. In his hand is a folded piece of paper that he unfolds before offering it to me. I take it, looking down at it. It’s obviously all in Spanish, and I can’t understand it all. What I can understand enough is that they have grounds to search this place.

  “You won’t find anything,” I say, looking back up to the officer with a smile.

  “Señor!” I hear from behind him.

  We both look at the same time, and when I do, my heart drops. In one hand the officer who called out has a bunch of euros rolled up and held by elastic bands. Some of it is still money from all the marks back home, but some of it is money earned from the bar—money I have earned off the books. A part of me is worried, but the other part of me knows I can blab my way out of it. It’s what’s in his other hand that disturbs me. It’s a stash of marijuana. I know for a fact that Spanish law is kind of lax on the subject as long as it’s only enough to be considered as personal use. But the stash this dickhead has in his hand could be argued the toss. What bothers me more than anything about this whole situation is I know I got rid of that stash.

  As I go over in my head how the fuck all this happened, I flit my eyes across to the senior officer in charge. He’s smirking at me again—an arrogant fucking smile that says it all.

  “I think we had better carry this on back at the station. Don’t you, Señor Valentine?”

  Fucking great!

  Scarlet

  I hear the door slam first before heavy footsteps approach. A flashback scene from eleven years ago comes into my head of my father doing just that before he whipped me with his belt for eating all the cookies that were left in the cookie jar—the cookies that Amber ate all of and blamed on me.

  My stomach churns, and my body reacts ready to take flight. I get up from my seat in a flash, and I’m about to run and hide in the broom cupboard when I remember.

  I’m not fifteen anymore. I’m not in my house, and my father is not coming to get me. I stand stock still, take in a deep breath, and wait as David emerges from the doorway. He’s mad. In fact, I have never seen him so angry.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you turn up, Scarlet? We were waiting for you. I tried your mobile, but you had already switched the fucking thing off. Why are you here and not where you should be?”

  “I didn’t want to go, okay?”

  David walks over to me, grabbing my hand before placing it on my belly. It’s been almost four months since I found out I was pregnant, and already, there’s a small bump.

  “You can’t ignore this forever.”

  I feel the hard bump beneath my hand, and it makes a sob form at the base of my throat. I pull my hand away, not wanting to think about it. If I don’t acknowledge it, then it’s not real. But, then again, I have been feeling the baby lately. Little tiny flutters inside my belly let me know that he or she is in there, taunting me.

  “I can’t do this.”

  “Scarlet,” he says, his voice softening, “you’re carrying a baby, and in five months time, you will be a mother. You can’t avoid this any longer. It’s happening. The longer you put this off, the worse it’ll be for you in the long run. I’ve rescheduled your scan for two days time, but in the meantime, you need to start accepting the fact that this isn’t going to go away.”

  As his words sink in, I nod my head. I know I can’t avoid it any longer, but first of all, I will need to speak with the doctor.

  David reaches out, pulling my arm towards him. He wraps me up in a protective hug
before kissing my head. I like these moments. He’s like a father and lover all rolled into one.

  “I know you’re fucking scared shitless, but you’re not alone. You know that, don’t you?”

  I nod my head in his chest before pulling away. “I promise I’ll go to this appointment next time.”

  He visibly sighs his relief. “Thank you.”

  He makes a move to walk away, but I grab his arm. “As long as you kiss my pussy.”

  His eyes widen. “For fuck’s sake, Scarlet.” He smirks, and I start laughing.

  “What? It’s a normal request.” He moves away. “Where are you going? David, I’m being serious.” And I am being serious. Deadly. If he doesn’t do his duty soon, I could become murderous.

  He turns around in just enough time to find me pulling my sundress over my head. I stand with nothing on. My tits are standing to attention, big and firm. They must have grown another two sizes since I got pregnant.

  When he takes in my full form, his eyes widen and the hunger I was looking for flickers through his eyes. “You really are serious, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. I don’t see you complain when I suck your cock like a Dyson hoover. Now, get on your knees, man, and fucking lick my pussy.”

  A cross between lust and amusement crosses his eyes. “Since you asked so nicely.” He crooks his finger, silently telling me to come to him. I do as instructed, and when I am inches from his chest, he bends his head down and captures my lips while brushing his thumb over my hardened nipple. Placing my arms over his shoulders, I pull him to me as I moan into his mouth.

  “I keep trying to say no to you, but you keep pushing. I can’t keep away.”

  “Why do you keep saying that?”

  He doesn’t answer. Instead, he crashes his lips to mine before picking me up and carrying me to the table. He puts me down on the edge and pulls away quickly. In no time, he is on his knees, devouring my pussy like there’s no tomorrow. Within seconds, he has me climaxing. How he does it time and time again is beyond me.

  He doesn’t give me a chance to calm down. He’s unzipping his trousers next before yanking them down in a hurry. Once his cock springs free, he positions himself between my legs and forcefully grunts his way in. He’s like an animal lately when it comes to me. It’s almost as if sex was a punishment for something. What he’s punishing me for, I have no idea, but I’ll fucking take it because the sex is fantastic.

  With the strength of about ten men, David thrusts his way inside of me over and over again. “Fucking bitch,” he screams, grabbing my hair and pulling it back. He starts biting my neck and shoulder, and before long, I’m coming again around his cock. “Jesus, Scarlet. Fuuuck!” he screams, before violently coming inside of me.

  His breath is heavy against my skin as the euphoria of my orgasm washes over me. I still have my head back, and a big smile reaches the corners of my lips. This is what I live for. This high is the best feeling in the world.

  “Are you okay?” he asks. “Is the baby okay?” It’s like a huge douse of cold water over my head.

  “I’m fine, and the baby’s fine. Stop fussing.”

  “I was rough with you.”

  “And if you stop that because I’m pregnant, then I will kill you. I’m not made of fucking china. That was perfect. Just how I like it.”

  “Kinky bitch.”

  “Hey,” I complain, fake slapping him. He’s always much calmer after an orgasm.

  “I need to hit the shower.”

  I nod. “Can I use your study to make some calls?”

  He nods before getting off me and kissing me on the lips. “Of course. Help yourself. Then come and join me.”

  I smile widely as he buttons up his trousers and disappears up the stairs. Pretty soon after, I hear water running as I make my way to David’s study. I was going to call Dr Mason about one important thing, but I also need to ask for some website addresses. If I’m going to be a mum, then I guess I’m going to have to start learning how.

  I push the door open and walk around the great mahogany desk. I look around to try and find a pen, and when I do, I try to open the top right-hand side drawer, but it’s locked. I try jigging it open, but to no avail. I look around trying to find where the key is, but can’t find it anywhere. I see his filing cabinets in the corner, so I open them up to look inside. There are lots of legal documents, accounts, and receipts, but very little else. I sigh, but then remember some people like to hide keys at the back. I feel my hand around the back, and sure enough, there is a small set there. I walk back to the drawer and try the first key, but that doesn’t work. After the third key fails, I start losing hope. Then, thankfully, the fourth key not only goes in perfectly, but turns as well. I pull the drawer open and find the offending pad that I’m after to jot down these websites. As I reach for it, I see something else which makes me pause.

  Picking the letter up, I look at the official stamp. It’s the lab in Barnes who tested my DNA against David’s to see if he was a paternal match.

  I know he’s already told me that he’s not my father, but I can’t help the little imp in me that wants to see for herself. On a smile, I turn it over only to find that the letter is still sealed.

  “The lying little shit,” I mutter under my breath. He’s had that letter for three months now, and he hasn’t even opened it. Why?

  I start laughing. He keeps having a pop at me for avoiding my pregnancy when all along he’s been avoiding the fact that I could be his daughter.

  “The dirty little shit,” I mutter again with a huge grin on my face.

  And I thought I was into some kinky shit.

  Although the temptation is great to open it and find out one way or another myself, I know that David is upstairs waiting for me. I have to laugh at that knowing what I know.

  “The lying, filthy, dirty, kinky little shit.”

  If he wants to hold secrets, then so will I. Despite the urge to rip open the letter, I place it back inside the drawer, lock it up, place the key back where I found it, and make the quick phone call to Dr Mason. Once finished, I make my way up the stairs towards the shower where David fucks me for the second time.

  It’s beyond incredible, and I know I’ve experienced my most powerful orgasm to date. Nothing in my twenty-five years of living can compare. I’m simply blown away.

  He and I are definitely going to Hell for this, but I can safely say it was well worth it!

  Reid

  I was at the station for six fucking hours being asked question after question about the drugs. For some reason, they asked diddly-squat about the money. Whatever the reason, they didn’t have shit on me and they knew it. They just wanted me there to make me squirm. When they realised it wasn’t fucking happening, they let me go.

  I’m waltzed out of the interview room and taken to sign some discharge papers. Once I sign them, I take back my belongings and quickly realise my money isn’t amongst them.

  “What about my money?”

  The guy behind the counter smirks at me. “What money?”

  My frustration levels rises to new heights. “The fucking money that Officer Fuckface confiscated from me.”

  He frowns. “Officer who?”

  I groan. “The senior officer in charge—whatever the fuck his name is.”

  The Guardia Civil officer looks down at his paperwork and shakes his head. “I don’t see any money on here. All I see is that drugs were confiscated from the premises.”

  I put my finger on the counter, and the fucktard looks down at it. “I saw him take my money. I’m not leaving here until I speak with the officer in charge. I want my money back.”

  He flits his amused face at me, causing an overwhelming urge to ram my fist down his throat and pull his sternum out. I manage to quash it. Lord knows how I keep it together, but I do. I can’t be having any more trouble than I already have.

  “Señor Lopez is busy at the moment.”

  “I don’t care. I want to speak with him. As I said, I’m
not leaving until I get my money back.”

  The fucktard motions behind me. “Have a seat, and I will let him know, but as I said, he’s busy.”

  I start walking backwards. “I’ll wait.” The fucktard smirks again before carrying on with his paperwork. For some reason, I feel I will be here a while, but I’m not leaving without my stash.

  Almost three hours go by before Fat Baldy eventually emerges with a grin on his face. When he spots me, he approaches. “I hear you wanted to see me.”

  Immediately, I rise up from my seat. “I want my money back.”

  He frowns, just like the other fucktard did. “What money?”

  “Don’t fucking play games with me. You know full well what money. You took it, and now I want it back.”

  “Señor Valentine, you are mistaken. We never found any money.”

  Now I know I’ve been played.

  Inching closer, I place my finger near his chest. He watches with interest as a smile grows on his face. “You and I both know that’s a fucking lie. You stole my money from me, and I want it back.”

  The fucker sucks in a breath. “That’s a serious allegation you’re making, Señor Valentine. I would watch what you say. It could land you in a lot of trouble.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  He laughs. “Think of it what you will, but the officers here won’t take kindly to you accusing them of something they didn’t do.”

  “That was my fucking money, and I want it back. Give it back to me, or I’ll call my solicitor.”

  Smirking, he leans forward before whispering, “Go ahead.”

  When he pulls back, I see the moment I’m fucked. It’s my word against theirs. I can’t account for that money, and he knows it. The fucker’s stolen over a hundred thousand fucking Euros off me, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

  “Now,” he says, once he knows it’s sunken in, “is that all? I’m a very busy man, Señor Valentine.”

  On a grunt, I say, “You haven’t left me any choice, have you?” I walk closer to him. “But I’ll tell you one thing. I used to be a private investigator when I was back in the UK—caught dozens of idiots just like you. I’ll be watching.”