Soul-Mates Forever

by Vicki Green

  “No, need to thank me, young man. I talked with Jesse and Shane about you. I do my homework. And Paxton means the world to me and I know she has very deep feelings for you. But I will tell you what Jesse and Shane both have. You hurt her and you won’t have many, if any, friends left. Now, if it doesn’t work out for the two of you because you just don’t feel that way towards each other, I will always understand that. Not always do things work out, but I’m talking about hurting her in other ways that is irreversible. That cannot happen,” he says sternly.

  After talking with him for almost an hour, I know we are on the same page as far as Pax is concerned. I am excited to get our plan in action. Starting tonight.

  Chapter Two

  Fuck! How does he do that? How does he just show up where I am and make me a freaking mess around him? I’m gonna kill Jonsey when I get home. Shit! My internal ramblings continue until I am pulling my Cherry Red ‘Vette into my spot in our five car garage. Slamming the door, I head inside and start my man hunt for Jonsey. Fuck! He isn’t anywhere! Standing in the foyer, I scream at the top of my lungs. “JONSEY!” I hear muffled steps and swing around to see him walking slowly down the stairs of our spiral staircase.

  “Welcome home, princess. How did the shooting go?” He asks as he steps off the last step.

  “What the fuck, Jonsey? Thanks for just giving anyone my location so they can come annoy the shit outta me!” I scream, stomping my foot and crossing my arms. My blood has just risen to an all-time high.

  He grins and walks over to me slowly and lays his hand on my shoulder. “Now, princess. You’re gonna bust an artery, so calm down.” I take some deep breaths and roll my eyes simultaneously. “There. Now, let’s go into the kitchen, get you a diet coke and we’ll chat.” His hand pushes my shoulder until I am turned and then proceeds to push me into the kitchen with his hand on my back.

  I sit down in a huff and watch as he gets my diet coke, a glass with ice and sets them on the glass table in front of me. He goes back to the counter to make himself some tea and returns shortly sitting across from me.

  “Now, then. What’s got your bustier all in a bunch? The fact that I gave him your location, the fact that he’s in L.A. or the fact that you are glad he is here? Hmmm?” He asks while stirring his tea.

  Sigh. He’s so on to me. I pour my diet coke into my glass and take a huge gulp. “Ok. I’m freaking out a little.” I get a raised eyebrow for that one. “Ok. A lot. Shit! Jonsey, what am I gonna do? I want to let go and be with him, but I…” He lays his hand over mine on the table.

  “I know it’s hard for you to let someone love you, for someone to even try. I understand, my dear. You’re so young and you may not believe me when I tell you but life is short. It will start flying by and before you know it, you will be old, alone, and looking back wondering where the time went. Trust me, I know this for a fact.” He takes a drink of tea, looking at me with care and concern.

  I close my eyes and breathe deeply. When I open them he’s smiling. “Ok. I will try, but it’s so hard. How do I start tearing down my walls? They’ve been up for so long. I’m not sure if I can.” I blink rapidly trying to get my tears not to fall. I. Do. Not. Cry. Dammit!

  He gets up and comes over to me, pulls me up by my arm until I am standing and turns me around to the kitchen door. “You can only start by spending time with him. Quit being such a bitch and try to relax and just have fun. Now go! Get ready for dinner, we have a guest arriving soon.” Then he gives my back a push.

  I turn my head as I walk. “Waa…? Huh?” I croak.

  He waves his hands to hurry me up. “Master Tucker will be here in an hour and you know you take two to get ready, so go.” What the hell?

  I almost hit the wall as my head turns around quickly but catch myself in time. Thank fuck! A banged up face would not look good tonight. I run up the stairs and quickly disrobe in my bathroom and turn on the shower. While I wait for the water to get hot, I look in the mirror, my hands pressed on the counter. He’s coming for dinner! Holy Shit! What am I gonna wear? Ok, calm down. My heart is racing, and I feel like I’m gonna throw up. Take deep breaths. Be nice. I can be nice, can’t I? Shit, I don’t know if I can be nice. UGH!

  The doorbell rings and I fall on the floor while putting my high heel on. “Ompfh!” Fuck that hurt! I think I will need a major amount of Hot Damn shots tonight. Oh! That sounds great! I run to the top of the stairs and abruptly stop at the top, my hands pushing on the railing to stop me. There he is, staring up at me. I think I just swallowed my heart, and my gum. He’s dressed in nice black jeans, solid black button down shirt, open to the second button where I can see his muscular solid chest. I swallow again. Fuck, I could eat him.

  “Paxton, are you going to come downstairs or would you like your dinner served at the top of the stairs?” Jonsey’s voice echoes in the grand foyer. My head spins to him, and I roll my eyes. Ok. Get your game face on. Holding my head up high, I start down the stairs, refusing to look at Tuck. Maybe if I just don’t look at him, I’ll be able to get through the night.

  Jonsey heads to the kitchen and I look straight ahead and start to walk into the hallway. I’m stopped by his hand taking ahold of mine. My head spins to him, his eyes gleaming, and a small smile on his face. “Talk to me, beauty. Don’t shut down. I just got here.” His smile broadens and I relax, a little. A deep breath escapes me, my bunched up shoulders lower. He lets go of my arm and moves closer. “There. That’s better. Now, what say we eat dinner then I’ll take you out and really have some fun,” he smirks. I’m smiling as he takes my hand and leads me down the hallway towards the dining room. Once there, he pulls out my chair, pushes me up to the table and sits down beside me. “Well, this is rather, um, formal. When you eat, do you always eat in here?” I can’t help but laugh out loud and snort. Oh. My. God! How embarrassing!

  I stand, gather my plate, all the utensils and tilt my head towards the doorway. “Come on. Let’s get informal.” He laughs, picks up his place setting and follows me to the kitchen where we set everything on the glass kitchen table. He runs to me, before I can sit, and pulls the chair out. I roll my eyes, laugh, and sit. What a gentleman, swoon!

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  Fuck, she looked so scared when she saw me. Damn, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. When I finally got her to relax a little, she at least smiled. Once we got settled at the kitchen table, Jonsey served us our salads. I look up at my beauty to see she is really concentrating on hers. Maybe she hasn’t eaten, in like forever. Hmmm. I take a few bites, wipe my mouth and peek at her over my napkin.

  “So. What’s it gonna take to get you to relax and have fun?” I catch her mid bite, her eyes going wide. She sets her fork down on her plate and daintily wipes the corners of her mouth.

  “Hot Damn,” she says bluntly. I must have had a confused look because she shakes her head and says, “Hot Damn. You know, the liquor?” Oh! Well, fuck me. My beauty likes to do shots. Fuck, yeah! I can’t stop my smile and my relief. Fuck, for a minute I thought she was saying I was fucking hot. I chuckle and shake my head.

  “What? You’ve never had Hot Damn?” She starts laughing so hard that she puts her arm around her middle, holding onto her side and snorts. Ok. I didn’t think it was that funny. Is she drunk already? And she snorted? That was fucking cute!

  I wait until she can get her laughter out and place my elbow on the table, my chin in my hand. “My beauty. Are you insinuating I don’t know how to drink?” My eyebrow rises. “Really?”

  She looks at me in astonishment, picks up her fork and points it at me. “Hot Rocker? I can drink you under any table, any time,” she sneers. Oh! Game On!

  After that we seem to eat at a rapid rate, like we would never eat again. She tells me she is going to freshen up, and then she will be ready to ‘take me down’. Ha! Seriously? Well, she’s got balls. Maybe that’s why I have fallen for her so fast. She doesn’t take shit from anyone. Now, if I can just figure out how to start taking down that wall of hers.<
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  I’m waiting out in the foyer when Jonsey comes walking in from the hallway. “Ah, Master Tucker. I have taken the liberty to call Charles to drive you tonight.” He winks and heads into another room. A driver? I can live with that.

  I hear footsteps and look up to see Pax walking down the stairs and looking fucking gorgeous. Her long blonde hair swaying against her bottom, her big baby blue eyes sparkling under those full lashes, her low cut top showing her ample cleavage and those hot as fuck black leather pants with her high heeled shoes. She’s gonna push me over the fucking edge. My cock twitched and is begging to come out and play. Fuck! Not now! You’ll ruin it!

  She saunters right up to me, the long nail on her index finger sweeping from my chin down my chest. “I’m ready. Are you?” She asks in a low and very sexy voice. Holy Shit, I’m in fucking trouble. I swallow hard and nod. I’m such a dumb fuck.

  I follow her out the front door and see a black limo SUV sitting there with a very big muscular man holding the back door open. I gulp hard. Shit, I hope he’s a friendly guy. Fuck! She gets in the back and when I start to get in, a big hand stops me, pushing against my chest. I look up to see the muscular guy frowning. He leans into the back seat, says something in a whisper to Pax, turns to me and closes the door. Just us. Outside alone. Ok, this can’t be good. Fuck. Me!

  He gets right in my face and sneers. Holy Shit! “Look, man. Jonsey told me about you and even though I don’t trust a young punk like you with the princess, I’ll give you a fair shake.” He pokes his finger into my chest. “But don’t get any ideas. Got me?” I nod shakily and swallow again. “Good, now get in.” He opens the door, and I don’t fucking hesitate. Well, that was interesting. Guess we’ll need to have a little talk later, on my terms.

  Sitting down, away from her, I look around. I jump when I feel her hand touch my arm. “Hey, you ok?” Her eyebrows knit together. “What did he say to you?”

  Come on you douchebag, get your shit together. I relax and crack my neck from side to side. “Nothing, he just wanted to know where we were going. Told him that was up to you.” Good save. I think.

  She removes her hand from my arm and places it in her lap, and I feel the loss instantly. “Oh, well, that was nice. You just looked a little… I dunno, nervous?” I laugh, and she giggles. Cute. “Don’t let him fool you. He’s a big pussy cat.” More like a lion, if you ask me.

  She presses a button and I hear, “Party Town.” She looks at me and gives me her sexy smile and winks. Do you think I can be inconspicuous when I adjust my harder than shit cock? Nah, I don’t think so either.

  “Soooo, Party Town, huh? Sounds like fun,” I say, giving her my best cocky smile. She winks at me and reaches into her small handbag. I have to admit she came prepared when I see her pull out a silver flask. She removes the lid, and I lick my lips as I watch her pouty ones encase the top. Her hand pushes the flask up, and she takes a huge swallow. Watching her throat constrict as the liquid moves down it is making my cock twitch, again. Fuck, I want her so bad!

  She hands me the flask, and I take a swig. Fuck, it’s Hot Damn and it’s burning down my throat. I smile as I hand it back to her. “Good Shit. I love a good burn.” That starts her laughing so I join in.

  We pull up at the bar, Party Town, and the valet opens my door. I take my beauty’s hand and pull her out with me. She stops, abruptly, and throws her handbag onto the seat, closes the door and gives me her sexy smile. Smiling back, I remove my hand from hers and put my arm around her shoulder. I am amazed she let me. We walk to the front double doors, two muscular men each open one, and we walk into the club. The music is pulsating the floor as we walk up to a half dressed sexy woman standing at a podium. She winks at me and ignores Paxton. “Would you like a private room upstairs to party or shall I show you to a table in our main room downstairs?” Wow! They have private rooms here. Fuck, yeah! I look at Paxton, her eyebrow is raised so high it gets lost in her hair.

  Looking back at the hostess I clear my throat. “I think a table down here would suffice.” She nods, and we follow her to a booth that is in a corner away from the madness that is the dance floor. Thank Fuck! At least, we will have a little privacy.

  She tells us that our waitress will be over soon and leaves us to the rocking music. “This is a great table. Thanks for not taking a private room upstairs. I would have left,” my beauty says smirking at me.

  I laugh and take her hand that’s resting on the table. “Beauty, you’re gonna learn one day, I’m not that way.” She looks down at our hands. Her eyes move slowly back up to mine. I lean up close and whisper, “I’m gonna prove it to you. I’m not like the rest of the guys out there. You don’t have to be afraid of me, of getting hurt. I won’t do that to you. I want to know you, everything about you. You need to trust me. Trust your feelings about me.” She moves closer, and closer, then releases my hand quickly and sits up straight when the waitress clears her throat. Dammit! So close!

  Another barely dressed sexy woman is standing there smacking gum and winking at me. “What’ll you have, sugar?” Her big red lips giving me a smile as she winks. Good Lord, this is not helping my case any.

  I look at my beauty and wink. She smirks and looks at the waitress. “Four shots of Hot Damn, doubles and a Bud Light bottle.” I can’t help but chuckle. It’s so on!

  “Same. Keep checking back and replenish as we get low.” I give her my sexy smile which gets me another wink. I roll my eyes, that shit’s fucking contagious!

  The half naked woman bends down which gives me a tremendous view of her big girls and whispers, “I’d like to replenish anything and everything for you, sexy.” She winks again, smacks her gum and saunters away. Oh, fuck! Am I in trouble!

  Chapter Three

  Jealousy is an ugly monster. It seems to be rushing through my body as I watch the bitch from hell waitress flirt with Tuck. Shit, I need to get my act together. What do I care? He’s not my boyfriend or anything, although he almost had me with his sexy whispering about trusting him earlier. Yeah, right. Like I can trust that sex God womanizer. Pfttt.

  Once she left I look at Tuck and see he is staring at me, a look of concern in his eyes. “Don’t let that bitch make you think I have eyes for anyone else but you. Won’t happen.” He slides closer to me, almost touching me and leans in. “That happens all the time to me, beauty. I know trust has to be built, probably with you a lot more than others, but you can trust me, you’ll see.”

  Well, shit! The evil green eye jealousy just left my body in one fell swoop and was replaced with raging hormones and heating me up with desire. No wonder I am so hard to crack, my body is always confused and my mind doesn’t know what to think. I want to give in so bad! I can see me giving him my V-Card, so easily. Shit! I need to call Allie soon. I need my baby girl to talk me through this. UGH!

  Thank all that is holy our slutty waitress comes back with a tray full of drinks. She deposits them on the table, winks at Tuck and walks away swinging her hips. I take one of the shots and down it quick. Damn, that’s good stuff. He follows suit, winks and gives me his cocky, dimpled smile. Leaning into him, he comes close, and I whisper, “I am not a fan girl and I won’t fall all over you.” I lean back and take another shot. He laughs. Laughs? He takes another shot and then a big swig of his beer.

  “Good,” he remarks with his sexier than shit grin. “I don’t need any more fan girls and that’s not what I want from you.” I swallow, hard. I watch as he takes my hand and begins rubbing across the top with his thumb. When I look back up, he has moved closer to me and is giving me a fuck hot look that might just kill me. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Paxton. I’d rather die first. I want you. I can’t lie.” His eyes leave mine and look up and down my body. When they return, I see him lick his lips seductively. “I really can’t lie. I want to fuck you all night and all the next day. I want to pamper you and lavish you with all my attention. But beauty?” My eyebrows go up, and I can feel the tears forming. “I will wait for you, for as long as it
takes. I want to get to know you. I want you to get to know me, the real me. I don’t want just your body. I want your heart and your soul. I. Want. You.” I think I just died.

  I’m just staring at him. I can’t speak. I don’t know what to say. I know what most girls would say, but I’m not most girls.

  “That’s… I… I need to go see Allie,” is all I could spit out. Shit, I’m a mess. A fucked up mess. I let go of his hand and down another shot and watch as he follows my direction. I am starting to get a little tipsy. Shit! I need to knock down this bad boy! I let him know I am going to go freshen up and head towards the bathroom.

  I am sitting on the toilet thinking. I know, weird, right? But I just need a moment to myself. Ok, so what if I let go, a bit. What if I try to relax and see where it goes? Shit, I’m not sure I know how to do that. I’ve been this way for so long, building up those walls. I’m not even sure I can break them down or even know how to. Damn! What should I do?

  I finally go to the sink and wash my hands. Looking in the mirror, I check my face. Yep, I look like shit. My eyes are a little red from the tears, and my cheeks are flushed. I take out my lip gloss from my pocket and brush some on. Well, that’s about all I can do. I push open the bathroom door, still contemplating how I can get past my own self built borders and hit something hard.

  “Omph!” Shit! Hands grab my arms, trying to steady me from falling over. I take a step back and look up at the brick wall I just ran into. He’s a burly guy, maybe in his late twenties, long, thick blonde hair with the same color adorning his chin. Tattoos are all along his beefy arms, and he has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

  He bends down so he can look into my eyes and smiles. “Hey, little lady. You ok?” I give him a small smile and nod. “Well, where’re you going in such a hurry? You should be more careful.” He looks up and down the hall and then proceeds to move towards me. I move back and bump up against a wall. He places one hand above my head against the wall, the other comes to my cheek and starts caressing. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll protect you.”