Indecent Cravings: Part Two
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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! You’ve seriously got to be fucking kidding me!”
“Buh-bye. Buh. Bye. Get going please. You don’t want me to call security, trust me. They are very unpleasant.”
I stand up, my vision clouding. I feel a wet stream running down my cheek.
“Fuck you!” I say, fueled by my Inner Diva. I turn to Kayla. “And you too, bitch! Your cunt tastes like shit, by the way!”
Kayla gives me the finger. Nikki has tears in her eyes.
I have about three hundred and eighty one more things to say but I close my eyes, take a deep breath, kick my chair over onto its side, and storm out into the late afternoon heat.
Chapter 8
I think I’m going to be sick.
I’m on the bus heading back to Karissa’s apartment. I’m keeping my head pressed up against the glass of the window seat so that nobody will see the tears flowing down my face.
What did I do? Where did I fuck up? I did everything that asshole Lukas Thorn told me to do!
Oh God, this pisses me off. I don’t deserve this! I don’t fucking deserve this! How dare he dismiss me!
You know what?
Fuck him!
I’m sick of this!
I’m fucking sick of this! All this was a mistake! I hate everybody right now. Lukas Fucking Director Thorn Asshole can take his academy-slash-placement-agency-slash-whore-palace and shove it up his ass! Lorena Bitch Whore MacCall can go jump off her balcony!
That’s it, I’m going home! This experiment is a big fucking failure!
Why did I have to run into the most gorgeous man on the planet on that plane? That’s where everything went haywire. God, what if I had been on a different flight?
Nope, I still would have run into him anyway, wouldn’t I? Because I still would have met him at Bogart when he saved my life, and I still would have met Lorena.
There is something fishy about all this. What was that thing he said to me about happenstance and enemy action? What did he mean by that?
Fuck it! Just fuck it! I don’t care! I don’t give a shit anymore! I’m going to book a flight back home and to back to my stupid life in Massachusetts. Just like nothing happened.
Back to bright red and orange leaves in the fall, riding the crowded and smelly MBTA, boring classes, and figuring out what I want to do when I grow up.
It’s good. It’s fine. I still have my senior year at Wellesley, anyway. It will be fine. None of this happened. It’s all bullshit anyway! Lukas Thorn is bullshit! Bull fucking shit! Florida is bullshit! This fucking heat sucks!
The bus pulls up to my corner. I get out, wipe my eyes, hold my head up high, and walk the two blocks.
As I near Karissa’s apartment, I notice a limousine parked outside. That’s odd. Don’t see many limos in Karissa’s neighborhood, and certainly not at the luxurious Clarion Towers. (Count ‘em. Two.)
An alarm bell goes off in my head, but I ignore it. Too many alarm bells lately. I walk past the limo and toward the stairs. Then, I hear a car door open behind me.
“Smudge!” says a voice I know only too well.
I turn around to see one of the most gorgeous men who has ever walked the face of the earth.
“Trevor!” I say.
I can’t help it. I run toward him and wrap my arms around him. He lifts me off the ground in a big hug, spinning me around. It’s so good to see a familiar face, and not just any familiar face but my Trevor, my dear amazing Trevor!
“How’s it going, Smudge?” That’s been Trevor’s nickname for me ever since I painted my face with Sherwin-Williams latex eggshell white when I was four years old.
I let go. “What are you doing here? Oh my God! Oh my God! It’s really you!” I hug him tight again, burying my face in his hard huge chest muscles. “So good to see you! I’ve missed you so much! Oh wait. Oh no. If you’re here driving a limo, that means . . . oh shit, Dad’s in there, isn’t he?”
“No, I’m standing outside the ritzy Clarion Towers in a skeevy Miami neighborhood in front of a limo because I couldn’t figure out how else to pass the time.”
I smack him on the arm. “Still a dick, I see.”
He laughs. “Yeah, your old man is in there waiting for you. I’ve been texting you all day to warn you. Why don’t you fucking answer?”
“Yeah, my phone died. I forgot to charge it last night. How did he get in?”
“Black chick opened the door and let us in. He told me to wait in the car, which is fine by me. She gave me the creeps.”
“Oh my God! Karissa!” I put my hands up to my mouth.
He smiles, his gorgeous white teeth glimmering in the Florida sunshine. His black hair in his trademark crew-cut has the hint of a receding hairline, but it looks good on him. His face has a few more lines than I noticed before. God, he must be forty now, maybe older, but he barely looks a day over twenty-five. I forgot how good-looking he is . . . and how huge his shoulders are. My Trevor.
“So what’s up with this Karissa chick? She’s your roommate, right?”
“Yes, um, it’s just that she’s um . . . not somebody the family would approve of.”
“Well, no shit, Miss Marple. I noticed. Not that the fucking family approves of almost anybody except themselves.” (Now you know where I learned profanity.)
“Shit, maybe I’ll just not go up there.” I tug at the lapel of his suit jacket. “Let’s go out for drinks, just you and me.”
“Oh, that would go over well, me leaving your father here in this neighborhood. Just go up there. You can handle him. You’ll be fine, Smudge. It’s just your dad. It’s not like your mom would lower herself to come here. You’re good with your dad. Just work your magic and you’ll be fine. He always gives in to you. But, Smudge,” he touches my cheek with his thumb, “I gotta ask . . . are you okay down here? I’ve been worried about you. You look like you’ve been crying.”
I glance around at the courtyard. The old man with the towel is smiling at me.
“I’m fine,” I say. “I think so, anyway. I’m thinking about coming home.”
Trevor’s face lights up. “When?”
“Tomorrow. Or hell, tonight.”
He folds his arms, his shoulder muscles flexing through his white shirt. God, I miss him. He stares off across the street. “I don’t blame you for running away,” he says. “You needed to be away from all that, especially after what happened with Zander.”
I stare at the ground, a flash of poor Zander in my head. “Yeah.”
“I wish you had told me, though.”
“Well, I didn’t even know I was going to do it myself. I had that conversation with Addison and the next day I got on the plane. God, I can’t believe that was only two weeks ago. Feels like a lifetime.”
“Hey,” he says, then says it again when I don’t look into his eyes, placing his finger under my chin to raise my face. “I miss you, Smudge.”
“I miss you too.”
“But if you’re going to come back home, don’t do it ‘cuz of them. Do it for you. You can do anything, you know. You’re so much smarter than Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum.” I laugh. Those were his nicknames for my sisters, who have always treated him as hired help.
“Thanks.” We have a moment, one of our many moments of connection we’ve shared throughout the years. He leans forward, rubbing the backs of his fingers along my cheek. I notice my hand, all of its own accord, reaches up and squeezes his thick wrist.
I swear he’s about to lean in and kiss me, but he pulls back. “Now, get in there and talk to your dad. Buy yourself another month. You don’t really want to come back yet. It’s still July. You don’t need to be back at Wellesley until the last week of August. Your dad will understand. Just work him like you always do.”
“You know, you may be right. I’ve just had a bad day. A really bad day. I’m not thinking clearly.”
“So get up there!”
I giggle and turn. He slaps me on the ass.
God, I don’t know how I wo
uld have ever survived without Trevor while growing up. He was the perfect buffer between me and my family. And look, now here he is in this very strange place doing it again!
He was my nanny, my protector, my older brother, my guardian, my driver, and one night . . . well, let’s not go there. We stopped it before it actually started, and we’ve both put that behind us.
The one thing Trevor always does is boost my confidence with his drill sergeant style. As I walk up the steps of the building to Karissa’s apartment, I’m filled with a burst of energy and a determined spirit.
No, I’m not leaving yet. Hell no! I’m not going to let Lukas Thorn win. I’m better than him. I don’t need him. I came here to explore life away from my fucked-up family. And I’m going to do it anyway . . . without Lukas Fucking Thorn!
I take out my keys, but I notice the door is unlocked. I turn the handle and open it, my head held high as I walk into Karissa’s apartment.
The sight that greets me causes me causes me to drop my keys.
I gasp.
Karissa is standing in the middle of the living room wearing only a bikini top.
On his knees in front of her is my dad, her huge cock in his mouth.
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