Suddenly Us
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I was just about to go see if she left, when I heard the shower come on. The door was still opened, and I peeked around the door. She was just taking off her top, and put it in a pile on the floor. My dick started to harden at the sight of her. She got in the shower, and stood there, her head down.
I stripped off my clothes. I wasn’t going to let her cry alone anymore. She gasped when the door opened, and I stepped in behind her. She had such grief in her eyes. I guided her to me, and wrapped my arms around her, and we just stood there, her tears mixing in with the water.
* * *
She got in my bed willingly, and burrowed into me as I held onto her. After a few minutes, she finally sighed. "I was in shock yesterday." I waited for her to continue. I still couldn't help but think if I wasn't there, she wouldn't be here right now.
"Talk to me, Dove. Did something happen with your family? With your mother?" She tensed, when I said mother. I knew they had a strained relationship, that appeared to get worse over time.
She slowly sat up. "My mother called." She let out an awkward laugh. "She told me that I should be over what happened at the baby shower. She made it as if it was my fault." She shut her eyes tightly before continuing. "I finally had it, and I started to yell about how she hates me, and how she purposely did it, because she doesn't care about me. Then she told me it was because I wasn't hers."
I sat up slowly. "What do you mean?"
"I didn't know at the time. After she said it, she hung up, and then you saved me from a car." The tears started welling in her eyes again. "I wanted answers, so I went to go get them. I met my father in his office, and he was doing his usual banter of complete nonsense, then my mother walked in. Her idea of dismissing me, because I didn't announce I was coming for a visit." She took a deep breath. "Long story short, my mom was right. I wasn't hers. I'm a product of a woman my dad saw when they broke up. He said one day she disappeared, and didn't see her until almost three years later. They arranged to meet up at a hotel. Instead of finding her, he found me by myself, with a note that said I was his."
She wiped away the tears that had fallen. “Her body was found a few days later. She killed herself, because she had stage four cancer. She wanted to make sure I was taken care of before she died."
I pulled her to me immediately. "Jesus, Gwen. I'm so sorry."
She peered up at me. "She hated me because I wasn't biologically hers. I grew up thinking everything I did wasn't good enough for her. I didn’t understand why I was purposely excluded, and she didn't care. She just didn't care. And everything came flooding back. All the times she hurt me emotionally came back. I broke my arm once, and she said I was fine and to go to bed."
I muttered a curse. "I am so sorry, Gwen."
"You know, it's okay, because you know that whole saying 'you can't choose your family'? I get to choose mine." She gave me a sad smile. "Emmalin's been more of a sister to me than my own."
She looked around the room. "I should go."
I reached for her. "Stay...please?"
She bit her lip as if she was thinking it over. "This doesn't mean anything." She rushed on, as she lay back down.
"Keep telling yourself that, Dove."
She started to protest, and I covered her mouth. "Shhh. Day nap." I pulled her in tighter. She wasn't going anywhere.
Forty-Two
Gwen
I lay there listening to Hawkins sleep and the rain. I ran my hand through his hair. He murmured a moan, but didn't wake up. All at once two things happened:
A loud clap of thunder that felt like it shook the whole building occurred. Hawkins abruptly jumped out of bed and got on the floor so fast it was almost like a blur. I scrambled out of bed, going to his side. He kneeled on the floor, looking around the floor, as if he wasn't aware of his surroundings.
I started to kneel. "Hawkins?"
"Stay there!" I jumped at his reaction. He was still looking around the floor as if he was looking for something. He finally shut his eyes, and then finally looked up at me. He slowly got up. "Shit. I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
I slowly shook my head. "I was already up, but you woke yourself."
His shirt was drenched in sweat. The thunder boomed again, although not as loud, and I couldn't help but noticed how it made him flinch.
I started to reach for him, and he stepped back. “I’m going to go shower, and then I’ll order us something to eat.” I watched him walk to the bathroom and shut the door with a slam. I wanted to go to him, and at least offer the same comfort that he had given me.
I walked to the kitchen, and peered in the fridge. I saw there was deli meat and cheeses. I grabbed that, and the loaf of bread, and set to work on making us dinner. Hawkins came strolling in about half an hour later.
“It looks great. You didn’t have to do this.”
I drizzled a bit of olive oil on the pasta salad. “I wanted to. Besides, you’ve been so nice to me, I wanted to do something for you.”
He sat at the kitchen island. “I wasn’t being nice. I was doing what one does when they care about someone. When they love someone. Just like I care and love you.”
I didn’t meet his eyes, as I set a plate in front of him. “Paninis and Greek pasta salad! Well, minus the olives, and feta cheese. Okay, it’s just pasta salad.”
Hawkins picked up his fork smiling. “It’s Dove’s pasta salad.”
We ate quietly. I didn’t know if I should bring up what happened in the room or not. He looked fine, but I could tell there was just something not there. Almost like he was forcing himself to participate.
I cleared my throat. “Your Panini maker is awesome. It looked brand new and everything.”
His gaze went over to the Panini maker. “So, that’s what that is. I’ve had that thing for months, and never knew what it was. Actually, you were the first person that ever used it, so it was brand new.”
I giggled, stabbing a piece of pasta.
“I love that sound.”
I visibly blushed as I kept my focus on my plate, moving pasta around. I placed my hand on his arm. “Thank you, for being there for me. You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.”
He laced his hand into mine. “I’ll always be there for you. No matter what.”
* * *
The next few days flew by. Things were going back to normal. I was a little worried about Hawkins, because whenever I brought up that night, he changed the subject. I knew he had to be going through something, but I didn’t want him going through it alone, especially since he’s been there for me.
Hawkins and I were hanging out more, and we were getting comfortable with each other. I wasn’t exactly sure if we were dating again, and when Isabella mentioned it was nice that we’re back together, when I went to interject, Hawkins pulled me closer, and said, “Thank you.”
I guess that answered that. We were spending every moment together at his place. There were times I didn’t want to go home, but we were trying to take things slow.
Yet, here we were on his couch watching a movie that neither one of us were watching. Full make out session. I felt like a teenager.
“We should stop,” I said as he kissed down my neck.
“You’re absolutely right. We should stop.” His hands slid up my shirt, cupping my breasts. I gasped when he bit my nipple through the material, followed immediately by pleasure, as he twirled his tongue around it. “This is me stopping right now, Gwen.”
I mumbled something as his hand inched my skirt up. I started to feel tingly all over at all the sensations. He deepened our kiss at the same time his hand made its way down. Ever so lightly he traced a finger over my swollen nub. As if he was asking permission, because I knew he would stop if I told him to. We could stop. He continued his lazy tracing, which wasn’t nearly enough friction, but it jolted pleasure throughout me.
“You’re wet,” he whispered in my ear.
I tried playing it off. “I’m good.”
He smiled into my neck. “There’s a v
I started moving myself against his fingers, wanting more friction. More something. Anything if it was going to make me come. “Something you need, Dove?”
I whimpered.
“Say it. Say it, and I just might give it to you.”
He applied a little more pressure then just as quickly he eased up. “Say it, Gwen. Say what you need.” His eyes were focused on mine. I couldn’t look away, even if I tried. I jolted as he applied more pressure, before easing up again.
“Say what you need, Gwen!”
A tear escaped, and he bent down to catch it.
“You,” I whispered. “I need you.”
His eyes grew darker, as he hovered over me, still applying that light pressure. “You need me?” he repeated.
“I need you,” I said with a little more force.
“You need me.” That time, it wasn’t a question. He was just confirming something I already knew. His lips slanted against mine, and my hands went in his hair, pulling him close to me. No matter how hard we were pressed against each other. It still wasn’t close enough.
“Make love to me,” I said in between kisses. He pulled back to look at me, and smiled softly. “I was always making love to you.”
Forty-Three
Hawkins
While Gwen slept, I got to work. I didn’t want her seeing how worked up I was. I pulled up my files. Blake may have had an alibi, along with witnesses to account for where he was, but I wasn’t convinced. He’s been laying low, which is actually good news for him. It means he can breathe, just a little while longer, before I end his life. He won’t go far. He’s broke. Once news broke of his cheating scandal, as well as information appointing him to insider trading, he didn’t have much else going for him.
My phone rang.
“Garrison, got something for me?”
“You know I do. He was just spotted.”
I leaned forward, firing up my laptop. “Where?”
“You sure you want to do this? We could always go the legal route. He’ll rot anyway, Hawkins.”
“You know I don’t like anything legal. I prefer to do things my own way.”
Garrison laughed. “That’s the fucking truth. I’ll send you over the information I have. Do you want backup?”
I thought it over. “No. We’re just going to have a friendly chat.”
“Alright, man. Good luck.”
“Silly rabbit. I don’t need luck. My aim never misses.”
Before I left, I had Chace come over to look after Gwen, while she slept, and just for good measure, assigned a detail to keep watch. By working for Grayson, I quickly learned to never take chances.
“You sure you don’t want someone to go with you?”
I strapped a knife to my ankle. I looked over everything I was bringing. In addition to a gun, cable ties, masking tape, and a pair of pliers. I was all set.
I glanced up at Chace as I swung my bag over my shoulder. “I’m very fucking sure.”
He walked me to the door. “Everything is set as far as an alias for you. As well as witnesses seeing you.”
I nodded as I set out. Gwen believes it was Blake that attacked her. Unfortunately proving it has become a problem. I may not have completed my first mission, but I’ll complete this one.
* * *
I watched from across the street as Blake went into a convenience store, and came out five minutes later, lighting a cigarette. The soon to be father of the year, approached a woman not too far from him. They clearly knew each other, since she smiled immediately upon seeing him. She wasn’t wearing much, so it didn’t take long to know he pays for sex. She leaned into him, as she slowly unzipped the front of her dress to show him her tits.
Next thing I knew they were on the move, and ten minutes later he was getting a key from a very shady motel. I stood there debating if I wanted to let him get his dick sucked or hang him by his nuts. The question was answered for me, when the woman exited the room carrying an ice bucket.
I strolled up behind her. “Hey sweet thang!”
She turned, flustered that I appeared out of nowhere. “Fuck! You scared me.” Her eyes widened as she looked me up and down. “But, I don’t think I would mind being a little scared as long as you’re around.”
I refrained from vomiting in my mouth. “You’re here with someone?”
She nodded coyly. “I am, but I can get rid of him.”
I acted like I was thinking it over. “How much is he paying you?”
She looked around to make sure no one was listening. “One fifty to suck his dick. An extra twenty, to swallow.”
I smirked, as I pulled a wad of bills from my pocket, and shoved them at her. “Here’s six hundred, give me your room key, and leave.”
She smiled slyly, “Oh…you play for the other team. I think that’s hot.” She took my hand and placed it on her chest. “I don’t mind watching, or joining” She winked at me. I took a half step back. “The key, and you leave.”
She frowned briefly before handing me her key. “Whatever, I didn’t want anything to do with his tiny dick anyway, so you’re doing me a favor.”
She walked away, hailing a cab. I picked up the ice bucket, and headed down toward Blake’s room. I slowly opened the door, and peered around the door. Blake was sprawled out on the bed, naked with a blindfold on.
“Hey baby! Took you long enough. I hope you drank enough. You know how I like my piss showers.” He chuckled.
“Actually, I didn’t, but good to know.”
Blake jumped and immediately took his blindfold off. “What the fu…?!”
He didn’t get to finish as I covered his mouth with a chloroform soaked rag. Luckily for him, I made it myself with bleach and acetone, so he got the homemade version. He struggled for a bit before finally passing out. This was going to be too fucking easy.
I left him there, and went to pull my vehicle around. I rolled him up in the blanket, may have hit his head a couple of times on the wall, before shoving him in the back of the SUV.
As I started driving, I pulled off the makeshift hat I wore, which was basically a hat with dark hair around the edges, to make it look like my own hair. I removed the ghastly scar I had across my cheek. When I parked, I took out the contacts that made my eyes brown, and took out the fake teeth I wore.
I looked back at Blake, who was still unconscious, as I carelessly took him down to the bottom of the vacant warehouse. After making sure he was tied to the chair, I laid out all of my instruments. I even had a bottle of nail polish remover, which I should thank Emmalin for, for giving me the idea.
I turned and faced Blake, whose head started slightly moving. I opened up a beer, and sat back and watched him try to awaken. When he did, and his eyes finally landed on me, I waved.
His eyes went wild seeing me, and he finally looked down, and saw he was tied to a chair. He did what anyone would do in his situation. He screamed. At least for a good five minutes. I opened another beer, and put my headphones on. He’d eventually wear himself out.
After about another twenty minutes, I finally noticed he was talking to me. I was so engrossed in Candy Crush, I didn’t even notice he stopped screaming.
“The fuck are you doing, man?! I will have you arrested for this!”
He struggled against the chair even more, and I finally sighed, ready to get on with this shit. “Blake! My man. Your best friend, remember?” I casually strolled over to him, and placed a chair in front of him. “What did I tell you I would do if you touched what was mine again?”
“Fuck you!” He sneered. “I haven’t done nothing! And when I get out of here, I’ll make sure you rot!”
I smiled as I reached into my pocket and grabbed my pliers. I leaned forward in my chair. “I asked you a question. Each time I have to repeat myself, you’re going to lose something.”
“I didn’t fucking touch her! I wouldn’t touch that cunt with a ten-foot pole!”
I tsked. “Well, now you’re just being dramatic, aren’t you, Blake? I also don’t like the way you’re speaking about her. Is this how you speak to all women?”
He looked over my head, and didn’t answer. Which was fine by me, because that was a question he didn’t answer. I got up from my chair, and went behind him. He started struggling to try to move away from me. “What are you doing?!”
I kneeled down, grabbing his hand, and didn’t hesitate, as I used the pliers, to cut one of his fingers off. He screamed in pain, as blood came gushing out. I walked back around to my chair. “I asked you a question, and you didn’t answer. I already told you what would happen.”
His cries started turning into wails. Fucking shit he was annoying. “Could you not be so loud, you’re giving me a headache.” He continued to scream, so I did too, but louder, and he paused to stare at me.
“Hear that?” I said, smiling. He looked around the room, as if expecting someone to come in any minute. I closed in on him, so our faces were inches apart. “That sound of nothing. It’s nothing, Blake. Which means no one is coming for you. So, scream all you like, I don’t give a fuck.”
I placed my chair back in front of him. “Why would Gwen think you were the one that attacked her?”
He scowled. “I don’t fucking know! She’s fucking crazy.” Then he paused. “She’s jealous of me, you know? She wants what I have.”
I leaned back in my chair, trying to act fascinated with whatever shit was about to come out of his mouth. “Think about it. She’s playing you, just like she played me.” He tried to lean forward to whisper. “She has money. Her family is fucking loaded.”
I tried looking amused, as if money was the answer to all of this. “So, what does money have to do with you attacking Gwen?”
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