Deviant

by Jordan Silver

  Deviant

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright © 2019 by Jordan Silver

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  Contents

  Preface

  1. Damien

  2. Ava

  3. Damien

  4. Damien

  5. Ava

  6. Ava

  7. Damien

  8. Damien

  9. Damien

  10. Damien

  11. Damien

  12. Ava

  13. Damien

  14. Damien

  15. Damien

  16. Ava

  17. Ava

  18. Damien

  19. Damien

  20. Damien

  21. Ava

  22. Ava

  23. Damien

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Preface

  He expected to use her and bounce. After all, this wasn’t about love, but revenge. But the one he set out to hurt turned out to be the only one to ever touch his heart. Now he finds himself in a bit of a quandary, caught between a rock and a hard place.

  Either he betrays his dead father’s memory by not carrying out the revenge that would put the other man to rest. Or he betrays the woman he’d come to think of as his.

  Ava has no idea that the dashing stranger who’d swept her off her feet had an ulterior motive. For her it was love at first sight. She took one look at his smiling eyes and those knock out dimples in his cheeks and her heart got to fluttering.

  But she’s willing to bet, their morning after would beat anything on record. Well, mornings after, many-many mornings.

  That’s how long it took Damien to tell her the truth. After their first night together he couldn’t bring himself to dim the light in her eyes, but time was running out and he had no choice.

  Will she forgive him for what he’s done, or are they destined to go through life knowing that the one they truly love got away?

  1

  Damien

  I sat back and watched quietly as she entered the room, still amazed that she couldn’t see me. She had no idea I was here, watching her, even though I’ve been doing this for a solid week now. I wasn’t ready to come to her attention just yet though; I still hadn’t learned everything I needed to before making my move.

  Had the situation been different she wouldn’t even have been on my radar, but as life would have it, our paths were about to cross, something she might not like herself. My intentions shall we say, are less than stellar.

  Her father the stupid fuck had crossed me. Now why the fuck he would want to do that shit when I'd warned him repeatedly of the consequences was anyone's guess. I guess he was fooled like so many others by the business suits and white-capped smile.

  Fuck, beneath the gentlemanly veneer beats the heart of a deviant. I believe in vengeance, justice and retribution. All to be carried out by yours truly of course, and that shit is always swift accurate and to the point.

  The asshole should've remembered his sweet little college coed so far away from home and daddy's protection when he decided to try stealing from my company; the fuck? Not to mention what that shit done to my dad.

  Hadn’t I told him? Not my fault if people don’t take me at my word. I guess in this day of innuendoes and half-truths, it’s hard to believe a motherfucker when he tells you to your face that he’d cut your head off and shit down your bleeding neck.

  Whatever, I always warn them. Just like I’d warned the fucker that I was gonna go after his kid if he crossed me. I guess he didn’t believe me. In fact I think he’d laughed. He’d believed in his own strength when he shouldn’t have.

  Now his little princess is about to pay the price; oh well. I watched her go through her nightly ritual, something I’d become very familiar with, and once she was down for the night took my leave. Soon it will be time to make my move.

  I searched myself for any signs of guilt but there was none. Sure when I set out on this quest I had no feelings one way or another; she was just a means to an end. But I’ll admit to feeling… something, since spending these past few nights watching her.

  She wasn’t at all what I’d expected. With an old man like hers I guess I’d been expecting her to be a chip off the old block. But as far as I can tell, the girl seems to be the complete opposite. Quietly reserved is what I’d call her.

  None of that changes what’s about to happen though, but it might change the way I go about this shit. My first intent was to just take her and be done with it, but now I’m leaning more towards a more humane course of action.

  My driver opened the back door of the town car when I approached and I slid silently into the soft leather interior. My mind was restless tonight, more so than it had been these last few nights while I’ve been doing this.

  I’m a little annoyed at myself I guess, for taking this route. It’s been a while since I’ve let my humanity dictate shit to me. I’ve found that that shit can trip you up if you’re not careful.

  After the life I’ve led from my teens into adulthood I’ve learned not to trust that shit. Once emotion gets involved you’re bound to make mistakes, costly ones. But there was something about the girl that touched something inside me. Something I’d thought long dead.

  I took a long hot shower and dunked my head under the water to clear it as soon as I made it back to the high-rise apartment I’d rented in the little college town. I couldn’t shake thoughts of her from my mind. Not just her looks, and she is beautiful. But her whole demeanor has thrown me for a loop.

  I admit it would’ve been much easier to fuck her over if she’d had even a modicum of her old man’s assholish nature. But this girl seems too sweet and unassuming for the offspring of one of the richest men in the world.

  That part of me that I’d done my best to stifle all my life was fighting hard against me. That soft forgiving fucker that I’d thought long dead. I wasn’t about to go back on my plans though. So the question remains, how should I proceed?

  I looked down at my cock that had grown hard the second I started thinking about her. It’s been happening more and more lately, ever since I started my nightly vigil in fact. I flicked off the water in anger and distaste. He wants her; fuck.

  No way am I going to let my dick rule me in this situation though. That’s the surest way to get my ass killed fucking with these people. Her old man is a straight up evil fuck and as pretty as this one is, I don’t know her well enough yet to know how far that apple rolled when it fell from the tree.

  So far she seems different sure, but that could all be an act. I won’t know until I get to know her better. Sitting alone in the dark watching her isn’t exactly the best way to get to know a person after all.

  I dried myself off, ignoring my annoying dick that stayed hard at the thought of her and what I’d like to do to that tight little compact body of hers. Tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll make my move and put an end to this. I’d already spent more time than I’d meant to on this shit as it is.

  2

  Ava

  There it goes again; that feeling like I’m being watched. I looked around under the pretense of just checking the place out, but once again saw nothing out of the ordinary as I stood in line at my favorite coffee shop. Until my eyes landed on him.

  Oh wow! Where had he come from? I felt my face heat just before I looked away, a few seconds more and I could be accused of staring. I felt light headed for a second and wondered at the strange anomaly.

  Is that what I’ve been feeling? Couldn’t b
e, I would’ve known if I’d seen him before and I’m pretty sure I hadn’t. Someone like him would be hard to forget. Even now I was dying to take another look and barely restrained myself as the person in front of me moved ahead in line.

  Get it together Ava, it’s not like you’ve never seen a handsome face before. But it was hard not to sneak another peek at the hot guy who looked so out of place here. He looked more suited to the city, an ill fit for the little college town in the picturesque countryside.

  I made my order, barely cognizant of what I said or of even accepting the hot brew and muffin and paying for them. And I almost made a complete fool of myself as I passed him on my way to my favorite table near the window.

  It was the way he looked at me, as if he could see into me somehow. I took my seat at the little table for two and my eyes followed him as he made his way to the front of the line.

  I held my breath as he turned, my heart racing when his eyes passed over my table and only settling down again when he looked past me and made his way to a table a little ways away but still in viewing distance.

  I don’t remember picking at my blueberry muffin, or taking sips of the too hot coffee that burnt my mouth but did nothing to get me out of the fugue I seem to have fallen into.

  I had class in a half an hour, the last one before the semester ended, but as I sat there imagining his eyes on me, I couldn’t remember anything I’d studied.

  I got that same sensation again and took a risk, looking back over my shoulder and this time there was no escaping the fact that he was looking at me. And then he smiled. Mercy!

  I felt nervous and tongue tied when he left his table and walked over in my direction. Something inside of me screamed danger; that I should get up and walk away before he reached my side. But I couldn’t bring myself to move.

  There was something enigmatic about him, in the way he moved, the look in his eyes. I felt almost spellbound, entranced. And that is why I was still sitting there when he made his way across the room.

  “Hello!” My eyes followed the movement of his dimples when he smiled and I nodded my head like a ninny having suddenly lost the will to speak. I felt weak under his gaze and nothing at all like my self assured self.

  “Hello!” I finally found my voice, which sounded nothing at all like its usual cultured notes, and more like a strangling orangutan. Why is he looking at me like that? I felt almost naked, exposed.

  And his smile, so disarming, it made me feel all kinds of things that I never have before. I’m not new to male attention in fact I’ve been fighting it off since my early teens. But always before I’ve been able to ignore it, or stomp it out before the poor unsuspecting male even knew what hit him.

  I’ve always been self-assured, maybe a little too much some would say. And was never one to be swayed by the unwanted attention of the opposite sex. I’ve had my head on straight since early childhood and had no intentions of being sidetracked by something as pointless as teenage love.

  But for the first time I find myself wondering, and he wasn’t making it easy. Everything about him was a ten. His looks, the way he dressed, even his scent was intoxicating. And I didn’t get any of the usual creeper vibes I can usually sniff out when some asshole male tries to hit on me.

  “I’m Damien, and you are?” He held out his hand with another one of those disarming smiles and mine shook just a little as I reached out to take it. “Ava…” I had to clear my throat that had suddenly become clogged. You’d think I’ve never been approached by a man before. “Ava Aldridge.”

  I couldn’t look away from his eyes and when he blinked, releasing me from their strange hold, my eyes just dropped to his dimples. He didn’t look like he should have dimples. There was something hard about him just beneath the surface. At least that’s the wayward thought my mind had out of nowhere.

  “I’m guessing you go to school here?”

  “Yes and you, did you just move to town? I don’t recall seeing you before.” He nodded his head as I got to my feet.

  “Yes, I’m new here, just moved back stateside after years abroad and had business in the area.”

  We exchanged small talk as we both made our way to the receptacle to get rid of our empty cups. I almost didn’t want to leave him and had it not been for the class I had looming I would probably have found some excuse to stay in his presence.

  And that’s how I found myself accepting a date, well sorta. We just made plans to meet here again the next day. I easily rearranged my plans in my head. One more day won’t hurt, and besides, dad wouldn’t mind.

  I went through the rest of the day walking on a cloud, feeling a sense of excitement that I never felt before. I found myself fielding questions all day from friends who wondered at the secretive little smile that sometimes appeared on my face.

  I wasn’t quite ready to share so I brushed them off with the excuse of looking forward to the summer break. Something they readily accepted since they were all feeling the same. They could have no idea that my summer had just begun to look brighter. Even the planned trip to Europe now paled in the face of the pending date.

  3

  Damien

  I’d come up with the idea after our meeting in the coffee shop. Instead of the grab I was planning, I’d decided on a more humane approach, though it’s hard to say which is less diabolical.

  The end game was still the same, my plans haven’t changed that much. But I find I no longer have the heart to carry out my deviant plans. Something I’m going to have to give some serous thought to when I have the time.

  Right now I’m pressed though. And changing shit up like this at the last minute is going to pose some problems, but it can’t be helped. I’m still human after all.

  It could be that I’m just postponing the inevitable. There’s no doubt she’s going to learn what’s really going on before long. And a softer approach won’t make what I’m about to do any less fucked up.

  “Listen up, there’s been a change of plans.” My two shadows looked up when I walked into the room. I didn’t miss the look that passed between the two of them. No doubt they’d noticed the change in me these last few days and have been gossiping about it behind my back.

  I filled them in on what I planned to do going forward and they had the good sense as usual, not to interfere in my shit. “So this thing might take a little longer than planned.”

  “I’m still going to get shit done within the window of time I projected, I’m just going to go about this shit a bit different.”

  “Are you sure she’s going to fall for it boss?”

  I gave some thought to my man’s question and immediately remembered her reaction earlier when she saw me for the first time. My own prowess with women aside, I’d say I’ve already got my foot halfway in the door.

  “Don’t worry about that, leave it to me.” They left me alone with my thoughts where I once again questioned my move. Was it more deviant to snatch a young girl off the streets and hold her hostage as payback for her dad’s deeds?

  Or is my new approach of getting to know her and taking her to my bed a more sinister approach? It would’ve helped if my anger had cooled, but it hasn’t, not even a little bit. Too bad the little innocent is going to pay the price.

  I have no doubt about what she saw this morning when she looked at me. It’s exactly what I wanted her to see. I can turn on the charm with the best of them. It’s left to see how she’s going to react to the man hidden behind the dimpled smile.

  AVA

  I took special care with my dress and makeup the next day, as I got ready to head to the coffee shop for our rendezvous. Last night I’d gone to bed with nothing but him on my mind, even ignoring that feeling that had returned. The feeling of being watched.

  It was silly of course, there was no one else in the off campus condo I’d lived in for the past two years since moving here for school. But somehow for the past week or so that feeling has persisted.

  I’d checked all the windows and doors in the
light of day. Even went so far as to make sure there was no window with a telescope across the way, and nothing. But still the feeling persisted.

  I forgot all about it as I made my way happily to the coffee shop and him though. At nineteen I’d been out on a few dates, had even come close a time or two to going all the way with some guy, who’d said or done something repulsive just before I made that monumental mistake and nipped it in the bud.

  But this time I had the sneaky suspicion that things were going to be different. For one, he was older than anyone I’d gone out with before, more mature. And putting aside his handsomeness, he had a way about him that spoke volumes.

  I can’t imagine him being a bungling idiot who didn’t know his way around a woman. Couldn’t see him making the same mistakes as others had that had sent me running hard in the opposite direction.

  So I showed up at the coffee shop with butterflies in my stomach and hope in my chest. It was high time I joined the ranks of the deflowered. My cheeks blushed at my thoughts and I couldn’t even believe I was thinking this way. It’s so unlike me.

  But it’s a testament to the effect the man had had on me. In that one meeting he’d done more to break down my walls than anyone else had come remotely close to doing. And we’d hardly said more than a handful words to each other.