Oh, the smug bastard. He thinks I’m calling him to beg for him to come back. How he can even stand himself is a wonder. My eyes narrow and my blood starts to simmer. All the positive things about being grateful to him for shining a torchlight on the uncomfortable part of me flies out of the window. “Sorry I kept you waiting. I needed a little time to get your things together.”
He makes a funny choking noise. “What did you do?”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said, I got your things together. You’re all packed up.”
“Packed up?” Damn, it’s nice when the shoe is on the other foot. Nice that he is good and truly shocked. This might be the best day of my entire life. I can just see his stupid face and the stupid expression on it. He thought he had me under this thumb. He thought I would never really go through with it, even though he was the one who said so many nasty things to me and put me down for so long.
“I thought it was the least I could do, considering how you’ve wasted all this time with somebody as fat as me. Now, come get your shit. I’ll be putting them out in the corridor after I put the phone down.” By the time I finish, my voice is a snarl. I’m through trying to play nice with him.
“You can’t do this to me.”
“It’s already done. And the locks are changed too, so don’t bother trying your key in the door.”
“You can’t just call me and tell me what do to and when to do it. Don’t you dare put my stuff in the hall.”
“It’s already done, and I’m not undoing it.”
“You’d better.”
“Or else what? What are you going to do to me? What’s that? Nothing. That’s what I thought.”
He changes tactics right away, his voice softening. “Daw, babe. Come on.”
“My name is Dawn,” I remind him “I’ve always hated when you called me that, because it means you’re trying to get your way. To be really honest, it makes my skin crawl, and come to think of it, so do you.”
“I just wanna talk to you, okay? Why’s it gotta end like this?”
“Because I have plans tonight and I have to get ready. You lost your chance to talk to me last night when you spoke to me like I was less than dirt.”
He snickers, and just like that the penitent act drops away. I swear, he’s got to be a psychopath. What the hell was wrong with me that I didn’t see it for so long? Did I deliberately ignore all the red flags? Just because I was afraid of being alone? I’d rather be alone than spend another minute with him.
“Yeah, right,” he sneers, sarcasm dripping from every word. “You have plans. For tonight?”
“Yes, I do, not that it’s any of your business. And it’s none of my business whether you want your things or not. Just remember: if you don’t come to get your things immediately, I’ll call the Goodwill down the street and they’ll be more than happy to take your junk.” I glance over at the pile by the door. “Maybe not the bobbleheads. Even the destitute don’t want those tacky things.”
And then, I hang up before he gets the chance to say another word. For a second I stand still, my hands are shaking. Then I let out a scream with my palms over my mouth as a scream of pure joy and disbelief at the balls I somehow managed to find flows out of my mouth.
Maybe I had them all along. I just forgot they were there.
It’s a scramble to get everything out to the hall quickly and the door locked behind me. He’s probably with his new girl so I don’t know how long it will take him to get here. Especially since he’s pretty pissed at me and in a hurry to get here and claim his things before they get stolen.
I think about his new girl. She has no idea. I almost want to warn her. I want to tell her what a mess he is to live with, what a terrible slob he can be, how lazy he is, and how he’ll take your confidence and crush it until it’s no more than a splat on the ground. How he wants to be served hand to foot.
That’s the thing he needs most, I decide, pulling out my nail polish with the intention of fixing up my nails now that the work is done. I shake the bottle vigorously. He needs somebody to take care of him, because he’s little more than a helpless baby. Selfish, shallow, self-centered. He lashes out when he doesn’t get his way.
I twist the bottle open. He doesn’t see the good things in his life when they’re right in front of him. I place the brush carefully on the base of my nail and pull it upwards in a one smooth stroke. He pouts when he doesn’t get his way—and when he does get his way, he forgets why he wanted what he wanted to begin with.
A single tear rolls down my cheek, blurring the work I’m doing on my nails and making me curse under my breath. “I’ll never cry over him again,” I promise myself as I wipe the tear away on the back of my arm. I never, ever will again.
I’m blowing the polish dry—a deep, sexy red color I bought a month or so ago, but for some reason never had the guts to wear before now—when I hear the downstairs door open and slam shut. “Heeeere’s Jimmy,” I whisper, steeling myself for what’s about to come.
I hear his heavy thud on every step. Just before he reaches the landing I tiptoe to the door and stand just to the side, where he won’t be able to see me if he crouches down to look through the letterbox. I don’t want him thinking I’m hovering around, just waiting to see what he’ll do. Even though I am.
The first thing he does is heave a monstrous sigh. I have to bite down on my lip, hard, to keep from laughing. This might actually be fun. I bet he raised his arms and let them flop down at his sides too. Poor little boy, having to pick up all his things. What, did he think I was kidding?
“This is bullshit,” he mutters as he approaches my door. I bite even harder on my lip to hold back my giggles. Wow! He didn’t believe I’d go through with it. He actually thought I was lying about putting his crap out in the hall, just to get him to come back to the apartment.
“What a fucking bitch! She put my things out here like I’m some piece of shit who doesn’t deserve any better.”
I curl my hands into fists before I can stop myself. There go my nails. But it’s either ball my hands up or throw the door open and hit him upside the head with a frying pan. You are a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve any better, I would scream as I did it.
He moans and groans pitifully as he picks up some of the bags and carries them downstairs. There are at least two to three trips worth of stuff out there. Poor James. Poor put-upon James. If he had any friends who weren’t complete jerkoffs like him, he might have been able to get a little help.
“Good riddance,” I whisper as he stomps his way down the stairs. “And goodbye, James.”
I need to fix my nails and get on with my life.
Chapter 13
Dawn
I’ll be there at nine.
That’s all Ace’s message says after I text him my address. He’ll be here at nine. My heart skips a beat. I don’t think I’ve ever so looked forward to a specific time in my entire life.
When the phone buzzes again with another message, my hand shoots out to grab it and I realize I’m holding my breath. Be ready for me.
A thrill runs down my spine. Be ready for him. What does that mean? Obviously, I would be dressed and ready to go. Why wouldn’t I? I’m not one of those girls who makes a man wait for her, just to be certain he knows who’s running the show or some nonsense like that.
Be ready for me. A very interesting quartet of words. Bossy, but in a good way.
It is the words ‘for me’ that linger in my head as I slide the dress over my head, careful not to destroy the hair I just spent a whole hour perfecting. I’ve never been able to pull off a sexy, curly look before. It’s always turned out too curly or not curly enough. But right now, my hair is hanging over my shoulders in soft, gentle waves which frame my face in quite an attractive way, if I say so myself.
I almost don’t want to leave the apartment for fear of a stiff breeze ruining the entire thing. But then, nobody would be able to see how good it looks.
And this dress. The fabric is sm
ooth, fluid, and it’s cut to flow over my curves like water. The black satin makes my skin glow a warm color. The way it’s draped over my breasts gives the illusion that it might fall and expose them at any second. In actual fact the straps are firmly sewn and there’s a bit of support expertly hidden beneath but the untrained eye would never know it.
I remember when I bought this, I thought it was hot, sexy, provocative. I thought it might help stir something up between James and me. Yeah, it stirred something up, all right. One of our worst fights, and one of the low points of my self-esteem.
You really think you can pull off a dress like that?
I can still see him sitting there on the edge of the bed when I pulled the plastic from the hanger, revealing what I had just purchased on a rush of hope. I mean, that sort of thing is for…
He didn’t need to finish the statement. I knew what he meant. This sort of dress is for a thin girl, a fitter girl. Not for a girl with full breasts, hips, butt, thighs. Not for a girl who enjoys dessert, and eats whatever she wants.
And so the dress lived in the back of my closet.
I smooth the silky material over my hips. Yes, this beautiful, gorgeous dress which looks like a million bucks, lived in the darkest part of closet because of him. It is just another piece of me self-esteem and confidence which he tried to take away, but I’m now taking back.
I turn to take a look at my rear view. Hot damn. “Screw you,” I whisper with a grin. “You wish you could get your hands on this now.”
I slip into a pair of strappy gold heels and clip on a pair of dangly earrings. It was fun, going out today to buy them once I knew James was good and gone. Not to mention picking out the frilly, almost nonexistent thong I’m wearing beneath the dress. It’s like having a sexy secret nobody else knows about.
Ace will know, if he plays his cards right. We don’t even have to go to a party, as far as I’m concerned. I’d be just fine with a little more of that hot, steamy lovin’ I got last night. We can stay right here in the apartment. Maybe a lot more of it, in fact.
I touch up my mascara and I notice the way my hand trembles ever so slightly. Truth is I’m nervous. Very nervous. I can’t remember the last time I dressed like this. “You’re gorgeous, and don’t let anybody else tell you different. Remember how he treated you last night. Remember how much he wanted you. And the ice cream…”
Well, now my panties are wet.
By eight-fifty-nine, I’m standing by the front door. Maybe it’s stupid, but I want to open the door right away when he rings the bell. I take a step back. Maybe I shouldn’t be so eager? Am I expecting a gold star from the teacher? Maybe I can hand him a shiny, freshly-polished apple while I’m at it. “Dawn, you are so stupid,” I mutter, turning away from the door.
Then, the bell rings and I turn right back to it, my heart fluttering in my chest.
How did he get up from the street without me so much as hearing him? It could be the blood rushing in my ears, since my heart’s been pounding all night.
I fling open the door and…
He’s stunning. Oh, God. Beautiful. If a man can be described as beautiful. I don’t see why this one couldn’t because holy moly, he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
And damn, can he wear a suit. I can’t imagine how much it must have cost, cut just for his body, and fitting him like a glove. The deep red of his tie matches my nails and I want to wind it around my fist as I yank him toward me. I want this man all over me. I want to enjoy him while I can.
“My God,” he murmurs, his sparkling blue eyes raking over me as he starts at my head and works his way down to my feet, then back up again. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Dawn.” The way he says my name makes it sound like a song. A seductive song I can’t get enough of.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I whisper, then kicking myself. Why must I always say such inane things? Why can’t I be clever and witty?
But he doesn’t seem to mind one bit as he reaches for my hand and raises it to his lips. The touch of them against my skin sends crackling bursts of electricity shooting through my arm. My nerves dance and sizzle.
“You’re absolutely delicious,” he murmurs, staring deep into my eyes. “I almost want to say screw the party, let’s go into my bedroom and only come out for food.”
“I think you said that last night too,” I say, and immediately flush hard.
He chuckles. “Yes, your taste is still on my tongue, heaven”
I don’t know whether to carry on blushing harder, or throw myself into his arms and never let go. He helps me into my coat, resting his hands on my shoulders when he’s finished. “You are truly the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to do anything tonight but fantasize about the things I want to do to you after the party.”
It looks like this is going to be a very nice start to the new year.
He leads me downstairs, to where a limousine is parked at the curb. More than a few pairs of eyes linger on it as people walk past. My cheeks glow with the knowledge that they’re jealous, and of me. Indirectly, anyway. I want to scream and jump up and down to get their attention. It’s me! I’m the one getting into the limo with this delectable man! Yes, he’s real! I didn’t create him in a lab even though he looks like I did because he’s so damn perfect!
The driver closes the door behind Ace once he slides in beside me. “This is incredible,” I murmur, running my hands over the supple leather. It even smells so good in here. I feel luxurious, swanky.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful, Dawn. I almost can’t believe you’re real” He leans over, taking my chin between two fingers and pulling me toward him for a soft, lingering kiss that makes my very toes sizzle.
“Careful,” I whisper with a breathy, shaky laugh. “You’ll smudge my lipstick and end up with a face full of it yourself.”
“I wouldn’t mind having you all over me when we walk into the party,” he growls and oh, my God, my stomach literally flips inside my body at the heavy meaning behind his words.
“Maybe not, but I do think you’ll hate looking like a clown.”
He laughs. “I guess I’ll have to learn to wait. I’ve never had that problem before you.” He rests a hand on my knee, and goes no further, which is possibly the worst torture I can imagine because I’m aching for more.
And he knows it, if the sexy smirk he can’t seem to wipe off his face is any indication.
This is going to be an interesting night.
Chapter 14
Dawn
“Whoa. Really?” I know I look like a complete nerd, but I can’t keep my mouth from falling open as I look up at the house we’ve arrived at.
It’s like something out of a fairytale. Practically a chateau, sitting on top of a small hill with a set of wide stone stairs leading up to the door. And we just pulled down a long, winding drive lined with towering trees on both sides, and the twinkling lights in the branches just about stopped my heart. It’s all so beautiful.
“Yes, really,” Ace chuckles. “It’s nothing much.”
I manage to pry my eyes from the palace in front of me long enough to shoot him a withering look. “You can’t be serious. Are you seeing this? Do you need your eyes checked?”
That would explain why you’re acting so crazy about me. What’s my problem? Why can’t I just deal with the fact that he seems to like me? The very obvious bulge in his pants all throughout our ride certainly proved he wants me. That’s a pretty big deal.
But it’s more than that.
We talked during the ride, too, and we laughed a lot together. We have a similar sense of humor, and thank God for the opportunity to spend time with a man who has half a brain. Dumbing myself down was beginning to become a bit of a chore.
He winces slightly before shrugging. “You’re right. I guess it seems ridiculous, trying to pretend the place isn’t impressive. I just want you to know that this sort of thing isn’t all that matte
rs to me. I should warn you I don’t have this kind of money.”
“And I should warn you I don’t expect you to. You’re just friends with people who do,” I say as he takes my arm.
“Yes, well, it takes all kinds of people to make a world,” he replies with a wink before walking with me up the steps. It looks like every light in the house is on. The whole place fairly glows.
“Who is the owner of this mansion?”
“My friend Justin. We’ve known each other since we were kids. He’s an app developer, a total genius. And yes, he enjoys living the high life.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” I point out. “I’m just overwhelmed.”
“Don’t be. I was there when Justin pissed his pants in kindergarten. He’s just a person, like you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” It’s easy for him to say. This is his world, not mine.
But he wants me here with him. He wouldn’t have asked me to a party like this if he didn’t think I’d fit in. He thinks I belong here.
Time for me to start thinking I belong anywhere he is.
A man in a tuxedo opens the door for us, and takes our coats.
“Wow,” I whisper, my eyes darting back and forth. I don’t know what to look at first: the home or the gorgeous people in it. It’s one thing that this place probably cost several million dollars. It’s another that it’s decked out in full force for the holidays and filled with men and women who remind me a lot of Ace.
Perfect.
“Hey, you made it!” A young man bounds over to us wearing an ear-to-ear smile. He’s got sandy blond hair and shiny white teeth, but his jovial personality immediately puts me at ease.
“Justin, this is Dawn,” Ace says as he slides an arm around my waist.
“I’m glad to meet you.” He gives my hand a firm shake, which I return.
“Thank you for having me here,” I smile. “You have a beautiful home.”
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