Taken Love

by KC Royale

  “I just got back, and need to regroup with my family a little first, but we can have lunch later in the week?”

  “Sure, I understand. Let’s exchange numbers and get reacquainted again. I’ve missed you, Kat.” She stepped closer towards me.

  “Me too.” I muttered. We exchanged numbers, and we hugged, I realized that I did miss her. That hug made me feel as if no time had passed. Blair would always be that puzzle piece missing in my life, as I am to hers. We may take a moment of silence in our friendship, but there would never be a divorce in sight. I wasn’t sure how to rebuild things with her, or with anyone. I was still wrapping my head around rebuilding, with my family. It was strange watching her walk away from me, as I stood frozen in time. She was my best friend for so long, and now she was a stranger to me. One who I wasn’t so sure I wanted to allow back into my life. I took a deep breath and glanced around the crowded hall from where I stood, and came across two green eyes staring back at me, just like old times. Knowing him, he probably watched the entire awkward conversation Blair and I just had. I mouthed “Asshole” to him, and he smirked, looking as captivating as he did ten minutes ago, when I’d kissed the side of his mouth. He then mouthed back “I know.” His arrogance was always appealing to me back then, always making me smile, as I was smiling now, before turning to make my way to the bathroom. What am I going to do with him?

  ***

  It was hours later, and I was now taking the elevator up to the twelfth floor, my nerves made my hands tremble, while desire made my thoughts scatter. I didn’t know what to expect seeing him tonight, I was still in shock at his mere presence, but it awakened something inside of me. Something that had been dormant for over six years now. With just a simple touch of his skin, with just a waft of his scent, had me craving his touch again. I wanted to surprise him, show him that I missed him desperately, and show him that I am no longer that bitter young girl I once was. The elevator pinged at the twelfth floor, and I stepped out, looking for the Grosvenor Suite, room 1240. I walked down the short hall, trying to figure out if I should be here right now, or what I wanted to say to him once I saw him again. What would happen once he touched me again? Would I surrender like I always had, once upon a time? The double doors came into view and the gold plated sign on the side of that door was labelled: Grosvenor Suite, room 1240. I took a deep breath, and lifted my hand to knock on the door. There was no answer, and I knocked three times again, waiting for him to answer, waiting for him to let me in. But let him tell it, I didn’t need to be let in… because I never left.

  “Kat, Kat, wake up it's time for breakfast, and then I want us to go shopping.” Margerie sat on my bed in my purple bedroom, so chipper and determined as usual. I groaned and placed my hand on my head, it was pounding from all the alcohol from the event last night. “Mar… shopping sounds like fun, but let me get up, and get a handle on this hangover first.” I muttered.

  “Sure thing, Kat, umm, do you want me to allow Johnathan in here?”

  “I am so tired... wait, what??” I gasped.

  “He’s downstairs, with flowers, and he is very determined to see you.” She smiled, as panic filled my face. I didn’t need him here, upsetting my parents, what was going on? “He is so damn hot sis. He looks even better than he did when you two were married, and he is mega rich now.” She sighed. Little did any of my family members know, but we were, still married, on paper.

  “Johnathan is here, in this house right now?”

  She nodded, and I nodded back, trying to fully wake up. He invaded both my event, and my dreams, and now my house? I jumped up and pulled out some clothes, moving quickly to ensure my father didn't hurt the man who hurt his oldest daughter. Why did I care? He deserved it, didn’t he? “Where are mom and dad, Margerie?” I murmured, as I ran back inside my room, with my toothbrush hanging from my mouth, pulling panties and a bra from my suitcase. I hadn’t even had time to unpack, and there was so much going on already. Sheesh.

  “They headed to New York with Max, to see his university and dorm room, for his stay at college this year. He’s convinced them to allow him to stay on campus. He starts college in the fall, he is so excited. I like college, but I am still a freshman, I may change my mind on that in a year or two.” She rambled on, while I ran around my room.

  “Margerie, go and tell him I’ll meet him outside in fifteen minutes.” I then headed into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. After a quick shower, light makeup, and grabbing the small box that was taped under my bed, I headed down stairs and saw Margerie at the counter eating strawberries.

  “You look hot, sis, although instead of jeans and that tank top, I would have gone with a dress.” She critiqued.

  “I guess it’s a good thing that you’re not me.” I teased.

  “Oh, I would love to be you right now” She winked.

  “Stop that. I’m still your big sister, behave.” I hissed, with a small smile on my face.

  “Have fun.” She sung. As I opened the door, to see a black BMW parked in front of my house. I stood in front of our town house, as JP exited the car, with a large bouquet of white and red roses. I exhaled and headed towards the car, towards the man who haunts me. The one known as Johnathan Asshole Pierce.

  Chapter 18

  I COULD ONLY sleep for a half hour last night, my mind and my body refused to allow me to rest. The night’s events kept replaying over and over in my head, and my cock refused to go down because of it, causing much pain and aggravation. I deserved it for what I did to her back then, and I would endure anything for her. Anything. She shattered me last night, and spun my world around on its axis, at a very slow speed. She touched me, kissed me, told me things that left me wondering how my touch could still, after all these years, make her gasp and shudder. Was I really the only man that had ever been inside of her? It was a question I wondered about for years, and I got my answer last night. “Well, I had psyched myself up to finally allow another man to touch me, and I’d planned to finally have sex tonight… and what do you do, huh? You show up here, and fucked it all up for me.”

  Her words halted my existence, and I stopped breathing all together. I was still, in fact, her only lover. She could never fully let herself go with another person, the same as me. I couldn’t believe that my cock was still imprinted inside of her. Well, maybe not as much, I had grown considerably since I was seventeen… but still... MINE!! I went after her, once I had use of my legs again, after she’d left me in the alley way. She was running away from me, towards the door, shielding and fighting the raw emotion I saw in her eyes. I would have never imagined where, and with whom I’d find her with, once I entered the ballroom again. She was standing there, in front of Blair, and then they hugged. I knew this was a moment neither of us could have pegged, and her night just got a bit more shocking. I knew she was overwhelmed, even I was overwhelmed.

  I watched them, moving slowly, getting as close as I could without her seeing me, but it didn’t work. She would always find my eyes, no matter if she was in the crowed lunch room in Morris High, or on a stage making a speech, or even in a ballroom within a sea of people. MINE!!

  I watched, captivated by the small gesture of them embracing, silently wondering if they had spoken since she was away. But the intensity and emotion I saw on Blair’s face, as she walked away from Kathleen, told me they hadn’t. She stood there, and watched me watching her, and I wondered what she was thinking. Her face was blank for a few moments, but then she smirked at me. That’s when I knew, I knew what she was thinking in that moment. As she mouthed the words asshole to me, she had confirmed my thought, as I smiled at her. This woman was born to be mine, she was conceived to be my wife, and I needed to be with her. That night I had hoped she would come to me, to my suite to see me, but she didn’t. It didn’t matter anyway, as I worked on my laptop for most of the night, I already knew I would go see her after her parents left to go to New York. Now that she was located, OKP went to the next stage of surveillance, and I was glad. />
  Sherman and his team made my access to KP easier to track. I was not going to lose her again. Not ever. While we were at the event, I had a few bugs placed inside her house: in the common areas and one in her room. I had her parent’s car and truck tagged with tracking devices, I had devices on her luggage as well. I even had a location tracking in place for her cell phone, once I’d secured her number. I placed a two person security detail on her, they were to ensure her safety, but remain unseen. When I had received confirmation that her parents were leaving the house for New York an hour ago, I tried to finish up my work so I could get to her. “Sherman, get me a car and sweep the condo. Have lunch waiting there in two hours.” I rambled on, as I typed what seemed to be my twentieth email on my laptop. I had worked most of the night, and into the early morning, consumed with all things KP. Why? Why did I listen to my uncle? Was he the one I shouldn’t have ever trusted? Was he only set out to gain?

  ***

  I was now sitting in my car, waiting for her to come out of her house, and a moment later, there she was. MINE!! I headed around the car with the roses, as I tried to take her in. She must have just woken up, she looked flushed and nervous. “Good morning.” I smiled as she approached me, giggling. That made me smile even wider. I missed her laugh, but I missed her giggling even more.

  “JP, what are you doing here?” She asked.

  “Honestly?” She tilted her head and pursed her lips at me. I desperately wanted to suck them, bite them, and then slide my tongue over the imprint to sooth her.

  “Why do you keep doing that?” She snapped.

  “Huh, doing what?” I feigned innocent, forgetting that she was the only one who could always read me like a book. And apparently that hadn’t changed, as I grinned at her.

  “Nice flowers. Who are they for?”

  “You, of course.” She just looked at them, as if she were counting them.

  “Six reds and six white, how very thoughtful of you, Johnathan.” She then eyed me up and down, lingering on my chest, before her eyes reached mine again. I had hoped that she would like my clothing, I'd changed my clothes four times back at the suite. I finally ended up wearing blue jeans, black boots, and a cream sweater. I stepped forward to hand her the flowers, and she took them and brought them to her nose, taking a very deep breath. Her eyes fluttered and closed, she sighed and moaned softly, then slowly re-opened her eyes as if she had just... FUCK!!

  “Glad you like them. I wanted to see you, and take you out to lunch today.” I uttered.

  “Why should I say yes?”

  “Because, it’s been six years, and I deserve your presence.” I stated, and she smiled.

  “Okay, I’ll be right back then.” She turned and went back into the house. A moment later, she came back out, and we left. I wasn’t sure where to take her now. I was planning for us to visit the condo we once shared, and have lunch there. It hadn't been used since I moved to New York, and it still looked the way it had when she left me. We turned down the road, and into the Starbucks drive-thru line, and now we both sipped in silence. Why was I so nervous? I was finally with the one person I wanted to be around, but I couldn’t speak to save my life. I was just so happy to be with her, and I didn’t want to ruin it by saying something stupid. We had rounded the corner of the condo, for the third time now, and I still wasn’t sure whether to park the car or take her somewhere else.

  “Johnathan, I don’t think we should do a fourth roundabout. I know where we are.” She stated, as my head snapped around to her, and she looked as if she pitied me.

  “I’m sorry, I’m just—.”

  “Just what?” She asked, her gaze on my face didn’t move. She looked so calmly, awaiting my answer.

  “I haven’t been back here since you left me, and I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see it again. I thought it would be nice if we could have lunch here, I had my assistant set it up already. If you’d like to we can eat here? Or we could go somewhere you want to go.” I quickly offered.

  “Stop doubting yourself. It sure as hell beats eating in public, while people will undoubtedly try to lobby you for donations, or even for a date. Besides, I would like to see it.” She admitted. I could hear wavering in her voice, and the uncertainty in her words, in her decision to revisit our home.

  “Okay, let’s do it.” We entered the house that we once shared as husband and wife. I could still smell the cleaner in the air, over the smell of Italian food.

  “I thought you said you never came here? It smells pretty fresh.” She accused.

  “They must have tidied up the place a bit. We couldn’t come home to a pile of dust mites, now could we?” I chuckled. We!! A word that had never existed before or after Kathleen. It’d been a long time since I’d said the word, we. Come home... did I just say that?

  “No, no we couldn’t.” She laughed, and caught the word we, just as I did. I closed the door, and we roamed around the house. It was jarring to see, it didn’t feel like six years had passed at all. It was nice to sit and eat, while we talked and talked. We talked about our time at college, and our careers. I told her about P2, and she told me about her travels as an environmental scientist. It was so refreshing to hear her talk about her passions. Kathleen was a scientist and a writer, she had done so much, and I was very proud of her. I told her how my uncle convinced me into keeping the truth from her, but that I took full responsibility in my decision. I’d chose to listen to him, and not to trust her enough with the truth. I told her that I was just scared, that she wouldn’t want me if I didn’t take care of her way I assumed she wanted. I wanted to lavish her with wealth as her husband, but she was never interested in all that. She just wanted me, and I was the one who made the mistake and lost her. She listened as I spoke, and I think it all made sense to her now, I truly never meant to hurt her. “This is crazy. It seems like it was just yesterday that I was obsessed with that tub in there, taking many baths, waiting for you to come home.” She reminisced.

  “Yeah, you really did like that tub.” I chuckled and took another sip of my wine, while swirling my fork into my pasta.

  “No, I loved that tub. I still love it.” She admitted, eating another forkful of pasta.

  “I’m glad. How is your food?” I asked.

  “It’s very good. I like Italian, you know that.”

  “I do know that.” I boasted. Which was why Sherman knew to find the best Italian spot in town to get our food from.

  “So, why didn’t you get rid of this place? I’m so surprised you’ve kept it all this time.” She asked, perplexed, her eyes filled with curiosity.

  “It wasn’t mine to get rid of. It was ours. It is… ours.”

  “Ours, huh?” She asked, while pursing her lips at me.

  “Everything I have is ours, Kathleen.”

  “Oh, Johnathan, why such dramatization, huh? I’m only your wife on our marriage license, and that’s it. It’s not like I’m in your wills, or your insurance plans, or in your company for goodness sake.” She stated.

  “Yes, you are Kathleen. P2 stands for Pierce to the second powered, JP/KP, which is you and me. You are on every kind of insurance I have ever had, and you are the sole heir in my will. I will always take care of you. I never changed anything, and all that I have is, and always has been, ours.” Her eyes widened like silver dollars, and she gasped rather loudly.

  “But... how... why… you... are... still... crazy.” She panted, as she took in the vast measure of my words.

  “Maybe I am crazy, only about you”. I uttered.

  “Seriously, JP?” She snarled. “When was the last time you had sex?” She growled at me, and I could hear the accusations in her tone, and her new found stance. She must had believed the hype and lies the papers printed over the years, but I was no playboy. I never had been, and never would be.

  “I don’t have sex… I only get blowjobs every once and a while, but never penetrative sex.” Her mouth gaped opened, and she shook her head at me.

  “Why, not?�
� She muttered, confused and not understanding my revelation, I’d just revealed to her. I only ever wanted that with Kathleen. I wanted pussy, but only hers. I wanted skin on skin sex, but with her. It was only her skin and her rawness I craved. I had only made love to one woman, and it was her. The other girl I had been with, as my first lover, was of no consequence at all, and she was long forgotten when I moved to Connecticut. It was a brief four month affair, and what I deemed as puppy love. It was in no way what I had, or would have with Kathleen. “Why not, JP?” She asked again, breaking my train of thought.

  “For the same reason you haven’t.” She gasped, looking back up to me. “I only want my cock buried deep inside one woman’s pussy, that much hasn’t changed, Kathleen, and it won’t.” I deadpanned, looking at her tongue as she ran it across her bottom lip. I could tell that my words were turning her on. I was no different. I’d been hard since she started talking about her taking baths in that tub back there. I needed to get a handle on that. I couldn’t be a walking hard on whenever she was near me or in my view.

  “I, ugh, maybe I should go?” She reached for her purse and phone. “I can’t do this right now. Thank you, but I have stuff to do. I need to find a place, and get back used to being around my family, people that I love, instead of being surrounded by complete strangers.” She rambled on, as if she was panicking or dazed even, as she spoke.

  “You’re my only family, KP.” I stated, before I could even think about it, because it was true. She huffed, and abruptly stood, before heading through the kitchen towards the door. It was like a horrific version of déjà vu happening right now, but no, I wasn't going to let her leave me again. Not this time. “Kathleen, wait, please.” She turned around near the door slightly trembling, with tears in her eyes, and it halted me. “I’m so sorry, baby, please... forgive me... I need you. I would never hurt you deliberately, and I —”