Seeking Prince Charming

by Terry Towers

  Reed wasn’t supposed to be home. He was supposed to be staying at Dr Horton’s. It makes no sense… Unless… Chloe shook her head. “Are you sure it was Reed?”

  Abagail laughed. “Yeah, I’m positive. I can be a little flighty at times, but I think I know who I fucked last night.”

  “Did he say anything about me?”

  She shrugged. “No. Nothing. Should he?”

  Chloe shook her head. “No. No.”

  She’s lying. Abagail is lying, that had to be it… But one look into Abagail’s eyes and she knew that wasn’t the case. Abagail had no reason to lie. She wanted to scream, to cry, to lose it in front of her friend, but forced herself to remain in control.

  He wanted sex. He fucked the virgin and now he’s moved on. Anger began to rage within her. He’s a fucking pig. Of all the girls to fuck he had to fuck my best friend!

  “Chloe? Are you okay?” The feel of Abagail’s hand on hers brought Chloe back from her ponderings. “I’m sorry I broke my promise, it’s just that I’ve liked him for so long and…”

  Chloe put her hand up, stopping Abagail. “It’s fine, please. Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

  Abagail’s smile faded. “I’m sorry, Chloe. I’m really sorry.”

  Shaking her head, Chloe rose from the sofa and forced a smile onto her face, despite feeling like her world was being shattered into a million pieces. “I’m happy for you. For you both. Really.” It wasn’t Abagail she was trying to convince, but herself.

  The anger flared back up. There was no way she was going to let him get away with this. She’d let him come to dinner, but when he did he’d have a lot of explaining to do.

  ~*~*~*~

  Reed parked out in front of Chloe’s apartment building and got out of the car. He could barely believe it, but he was actually nervous seeing Chloe again. He never got nervous seeing women, but she was something different – special. He could spend days talking to her and never run out of things to say from reminiscing about the past to talking about the present and speculating on the future.

  He quickly made his way into the building and to the second floor where her place was located. He hesitated before knocking, taking a deep breath in and slowly releasing it. Jeez man, you’re fucking acting like a teenager. Get a grip.

  He knocked and moments later the door was flung open revealing Chloe. And she looked breathtaking. She was barefoot, her dark locks were piled into a loose bun on top of her head and she was wearing a cute pale yellow sundress with a neckline dipped low into her cleavage. His cock sprung alive and as he stepped in to hug her, she smiled and took a hasty step back, motioning for him to enter.

  “So, welcome to my place. Dinner is almost ready,” she said cheerily, her smile bright, but it didn’t seem to follow through to her eyes.

  He stepped fully into her apartment and she closed the door behind him. “Great. It’s wonderful to see you. I’ve missed you.” Again, he leaned in to kiss her and this time she ducked under his arm and waved for him to follow her to the kitchen.

  Was it him? What the fuck was going on? Despite his questions he said nothing as he followed her through the living room and into the kitchen. Was she freaking out because they’d had sex? Was she regretting giving her virginity to him? Maybe he’d pressured her and not realized it.

  “So I have chicken in the oven and making Caesar salad. Would you like some wine? White maybe?”

  “Ummm. Sure. That would be great.”

  He stood on one side of the breakfast bar and watched her on the other side grab a corkscrew from the drawer and proceed to open the bottle of wine, then pour a glass for each of them. She gave him another smile that again didn’t follow through to her eyes as she passed him a glass.

  Am I imagining this? Each second that went by was making him more confused.

  “A toast.” She raised her glass and he followed suit. “To rediscovering old friends and finding new love. While our relationship may still be new, let it be filled with good times, wonderful memories yet to be made and above all honesty.”

  The fact she emphasized the word honesty wasn’t lost on him, but he didn’t challenge her. He clinked his glass to hers and then both took a long drink, him drinking down half and her finishing hers and refilling the glass. Spinning around and turning her back to him, Chloe began to put together the ingredients of the salad.

  Reed came around the counter and stepped up behind her. He watched her a moment as she tossed the salad, mixing the Caesar salad dressing into it. “Chloe, is there something the matter? I’m sorry I didn’t have much time these past couple of days to talk, Professor Horton had a shit ton of papers and…”

  Salad in hand Chloe turned around to face him. The smile was gone and her lips were formed into a tight line; anger flared in her green eyes.

  “Are we going to play this game all evening or are you just going to be a man and come clean?”

  “What?” He gave his head a shake. “What?”

  “I know, Reed. What do you think, she wasn’t going to fill me in!”

  “Huh?” He took a step back, his brow furrowing. “Fill you in? What are you talking about? Can you fill me in?”

  She snorted her disgust. “You’re seriously going to play it like that? Was the whole thing a game for you, get the virgin to put out and then fuck with her? Of course, from what I hear that’s what your dad does, so maybe it’s like father like son.”

  “What the fuck does my father have to do with anything?”

  “Stop lying to me. I fucking know!” she screamed at him.

  Reed’s own temper began to flare. If she wanted to be pissed about something fine, but he’d be damned if he was going to let her take her issues out on him.

  “Know what? Have you lost your mind in these past two days?” he smirked at her. A voice at the back of his head screamed at him to slow down, to not say something he’d regret. He ignored it. “If we’re going to bring parents into this, maybe my father cheated because your mother was a fucking crazy woman. He couldn’t take a shit without her questioning him about it. Maybe the craziness has been passed on.”

  If he’d thought she was angry before, it was nothing compared to her reaction to what he’d said. “I know you fucked Abagail! You bastard!” That’s when the salad came flying at him. An entire bowl of salad slammed into his chest and fell to the floor, leaving streaks of dressing down his t-shirt.

  Reed’s mouth momentarily dropped open. Fucked Abagail? Was she seriously off her rocker? “Who told you that?”

  “She did. And I know she wouldn’t lie. She went to your place and you fucked her last night.”

  “I wasn’t even home last night.”

  She huffed and raced past him and into the living room. Reed followed her and watched as she opened the apartment door, and with her free hand planted on her hip she waited for him to leave. “Get out. I won’t stand here and let you lie to me.”

  He was tempted to stand his ground and refuse to leave until they got things straightened out.

  “Get out Reed! And don’t ever come back. I’m not my mother, I won’t let you make a fool out of me like your father did to her.”

  Reed snorted and gave his head a disgusted shake as he crossed the living room and stopped in front of her. “I didn’t fuck anybody. And darlin’ you’re doing a damned good job of making a fool out of yourself.” Grabbing a piece of lettuce from his shoulder he popped it into his mouth. “And when you decide to calm down, perhaps get back on whatever meds you seem to have forgotten to take today and stop acting like a crazy woman so you’ll listen to reason, you know where to find me.”

  He exited without looking back, even when he heard her soft sob, before she slammed the door shut and locked it. He walked back to his car more confused than he’d ever felt in his life. Had Abagail lied to Chloe for some reason? Why? Or had Chloe lost her goddammed mind? He didn’t know, but one thing he didn’t want was drama and craziness in his life.

  Good ridd
ance, he told himself, but he didn’t believe it.

  Chapter 7

  “What’s been up your ass the past couple of days?” Corey asked, plunking himself into the empty seat next to Reed in the movie theatre and passing Reed a bag of popcorn.

  “Nothing.” Taking the popcorn Reed grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth. It had been two days since his fight with Chloe. He’d expected and hoped she’d come around. That she’d try to have a real conversation with him about whatever it was she thought he did. But she didn’t call. Didn’t show up. Didn’t text. It was apparent she didn’t give a shit about him, so to hell with her.

  But he still didn’t believe it.

  “Come on. Seriously. What the fuck?”

  “I said forget it. I’m not interested in talking about it.”

  Corey sighed. “Well, fuck you too man. Oh and by the way, something happened the other day and I forgot to tell ya.”

  “I’m not interested. Just not in the mood.”

  “Reed! Oh my god!” Reed and Corey turned their heads to see a girl with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes standing at the end of the aisle and smiling at them. The girl looked slightly familiar, but he couldn’t quite place from where. “I just got back into town. So glad I ran into you. I know I promised to call, I just got so busy.” She shrugged. “You know how it is.”

  Reed glanced over at Corey, whose eyes were locked to those of the girl as she made her way down their row no doubt intending to sit next to Corey. “Do you mind if me and my friend sit with you guys?”

  “Ummm.” Corey looked over at Reed and shrugged, a guilty expression on his face. He looked back at the girl. “Sure. Be my guest.”

  The girl sat down and leaned over Corey, extending her hand to Reed. “Hi, I’m Abagail. You can call me Abby. Are you Reed’s roommate Corey?”

  Reed didn’t reply but took her hand, giving it a shake and shooting a questioning glance at Corey who mouthed, I’ll tell you later.

  The girl looked over her shoulder and up the main aisle. Suddenly she stood and waved her arms. “Chloe, over here. We’re sitting here.”

  At the sound of Chloe’s name Reed’s swivelled so quick to look behind him that he actually heard a crack sound and felt a pinch in his neck. Sure enough, it was Chloe – his Chloe. What had happened all began to become crystal clear.

  “Corey, you fucking son of a bitch,” Reed growled as the puzzle pieces filled into their spots and the complete picture became clear to him. He’d said it so loudly that numerous people seated around them stopped talking and began to stare at him, but he didn’t give a rat’s ass about any of them. Now that he knew the truth, his only goal was to get things smoothed over with Chloe.

  ~*~*~*~

  She’d spent the past two days attempting to rid her mind of Reed Bennett and just when she thought she might be able to move on, leave it to Abagail to want to sit with him at the movie. Didn’t she have any heart at all? With a sigh, Chloe reminded herself that Abagail didn’t know about her and Reed and it was apparent Reed still hadn’t informed her.

  Just suck it up and get the fuck out of here, Bennett.

  “Corey, you fucking son of a bitch!” Reed bellowed, making Chloe jump backward, spilling some of her popcorn in the process.

  Rushing down the main aisle, she began down the row, intent on telling Abagail she was leaving and then getting the hell out of there. She had no idea what was going on between the three of them, but the one thing she did know was that she wanted no part of it.

  “Corey?” Abagail crinkled her nose up and stared at Corey.

  Corey shrugged. “About that...”

  Reed stood, his face contorted in anger. He pointed to Corey. “That is Corey.” He jerked his thumb toward himself. “I’m Reed.”

  Abagail glanced over her shoulder at Chloe, her eyes questioning, no doubt hoping her friend could offer some clarity. That’s when it became clear to Chloe what had happened. Corey looked a lot like Reed, hell they used to pretend they were brothers. Abagail fucked Corey, not Reed.

  Chloe’s mouth dropped open and her heart sank into her stomach. Ohmygod! I threw a salad at him! I told him he was like his father. I threw him out saying I never wanted to see him again. Ohmygod! I fucked up, I fucked up so bad. She was mortified by her actions. Instead of wanting to run to Reed and straighten things out, her only thought was to get out of there – fast. She needed time to think.

  He was right, I acted like some crazy woman. She groaned inwardly.

  “Sorry to disappoint you Abagail, but Corey pretended to be me. Why, I have no fucking idea. You two can discuss it, but I’m getting out of here.” He turned to his friend, his jaw clenching with restrained anger. “Corey, you can find your own way back to the dorm.” He stepped over Corey and Abagail, not bothering to give either one of them a second look and came straight down the row toward the flabbergasted Chloe.

  Scared she was going to get run down and not wanting a confrontation, Chloe spun and hurried back down the row to the aisle. Reed caught up to her as she reached the aisle and grabbing her arm a little rougher than she suspected he intended, half-leading, half-pulling her up the aisle.

  “Reed, I –” Chloe stammered.

  He ignored her. He led her through the theatre and then outside. She didn’t protest, but allowed him to take her across the parking lot to his car. Once they reached the car, which was located in a secluded area of the back part of the theatre lot, he released her, leaving a red bruise on her arm.

  “Shit, I’m sorry.” He grabbed her arm again – gently this time – and raised it to his eyes, examining the bruise. “Are you okay?”

  Chloe nodded.

  “I was so damned mad. I’ve been a wreck these past few days and that whole fiasco in the theatre, I just…” He released her arm and thrust a hand into his hair. “Corey pulls shit like this all the time and I’m left getting fucked because of it.”

  “I think in this instance he’s the one who got fucked…” Chloe joked in an attempt to defuse the situation, but then cringed when he looked down at her in disbelief.

  “It’s not funny. That whole fight between us was because of him.” He held two fingers up to her nose. “I’ve been in two fights because of him. Two actual fist in the face fights!”

  “Because of him?”

  “Yes, telling women his name was Reed Bennett when he knew they had boyfriends or when he had a girlfriend. Next thing I know some douche is wanting to kick my ass. Or a girl I’d been dating is slapping me in the face.” He waved his hand at her. “Or throwing salad at me.” He shook his head. “I should have known what had happened. It had Corey written all over it, I was just so damned worked up these past couple of days that I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

  “Why would he say he was you?”

  Reed huffed. “Because he doesn’t want his ass kicked when they found out.” He redirected his attention back to Chloe and raised a brow at her. “But he’s not why we’re out here. I think with the realization of this new information we have a little something to talk about.” His eyes lowered to the tub of popcorn in her hand. “As long as you set that on the hood of the car and promise not to throw it at me.”

  Cringing, Chloe placed the tub on the hood of the car and then looked down at the pavement between their feet. “I’m sorry I threw a salad at you.”

  “That’s a start.”

  “And I’m sorry I overreacted without giving you the benefit of the doubt.”

  “And?”

  Looking up, Chloe eyed Reed, not sure what he was expecting her to say.

  Shrugging, Reed gave her a cocky grin. “And, I’m wondering what you plan on doing to make it up to me. It was a Caesar salad. Its dressing stained my favourite t-shirt.”

  Chloe laughed. “So you want me to buy you a new t-shirt?”

  Grabbing her hands in his, Reed smiled softly at her and pulled her into his arms. “I want your promise that from now on we discuss our issues. I suspect that
was the biggest issue our parents had was lack of communication. Your mother would fly off the handle and my father would drink and fuck anything in sight.” His expression grew serious. “I don’t want that for us, Chloe. I genuinely want this to work between us. Sex with you meant something to me, I would never have taken your virginity if it didn’t. But you have to trust me… trust that what’s developing between us is real. I’m not my father and I’d never do to you what he did to Susan.”

  Clinging tight to Reed, Chloe buried her face into his neck, savouring the feel of his arms. “I’ve been miserable without you these past few days. It feels like things are going so fast between us, but at the same time it feels like we’ve been together for years. So it really hurt thinking…”

  Reed pulled back and looked her in the eye. “That’s why it was so frustrating to me. Our situation isn’t exactly normal. It’s old and new at the same time. But I felt that you should have trusted that when I said it wasn’t me, that it was the truth or at least given me the benefit of the doubt and a chance to prove you wrong.”

  “I’m sorry, it’s just –” Reed cut her off by lowering his lips to hers. He lifted his lips just long enough from hers to add, “No more I’m sorry.”

  For a moment Chloe froze, stunned by his sudden unexpected reaction. Once the realization of what was happening hit her she sighed against his mouth, parting her lips and inviting him in. As his tongue touched hers and their tongues began to dance, her body responded to him. Sliding her hands up his chest, she laced her fingers behind his neck and pressed herself tight to him.

  The anxiety of the previous few days slipped from her consciousness and he was hers again, as if nothing had ever happened. The desire within her suddenly flared up – hot and powerful – and she began to move against him, the movement gaining the desired reaction and his cock began to thicken under his jeans until it was a rock hard mass, pressing against her stomach.