“I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m not that kind of person. I’m not her.” She said, putting her hand on mine. She thought I was talking about Abby. I laced my fingers in hers and gave her hand a squeeze. After a moment, she let go of my hand and went off to the bedroom. She reappeared with her cell phone pressed to her ear.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Aunt Judy? I won’t be home tonight.” She smiled at me. She endd the call and sat the phone down, raising her eyebrow at me. She turned and walked towards the elevator. She stepped inside and disappeared behind the doors.
I got up from my stool and rinsed our dishes in the sink. I grabbed the bourbon and poured a quick drink as I thought of Emma alone, upstairs. I smirked and emptied my glass, setting it back down on the counter. I headed towards the elevator. My pulse began to race as I got closer. The doors opened and I gave myself a minute for my eyes to adjust. Then I saw her, spead out on a table and waiting for me. Perfection. I began to unhook my belt as I drank in her beauty.
“You certainly know how to make me feel better.” I said as I slid his pants over my hips. I spent the next hour torturing and teasing her until she wanted to scream. “Say it” I whispered in her ear as I hovered over her. She pulled against the restraints. “Say it!” I ordered.
“I love you” She panted. I thrust himself into her and she cried out at the sudden pain. I didn’t slow. I needed this and she was willing to give it to me.
“I love you” I whispered in her ear. Her body pulsed and tightened around me. I thrust into her again. Again. I finished falling lazily on top of her. I trailed kisses over her face as I undid her wrists. Once freed, her arms wrapped aound my neck and held my mouth to hers.
My phone rang out in the darkness. Her arms squeezed me tighter.
“I have to get it. It may be my lawyer.” Her arms relaxed and I was able to get up. I answered my phone as I watched her unlock her ankles. My lawyer rambled in my ear about payoffs. I watched her slip on her clothes. It was just a big of a turn on as when she took them off. I put my hand on the small of her back and led her to the elevator.
“I don’t give a fuck about the money. I want her out of my life.” I ran my hands through my hair. If the money did not keep her away I would find a more permanent solution. We stepped out of the elevator and Emma headed for the bathroom. I sighed, relieved to have some privacy.
“There is nothing to stop her from coming back for more. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what is going on.” Mr. Daniels pleaded with me. I gritted my teeth.
“What the fuck do I pay you for?” I growled and threw the phone on the couch. I sunk down, resting my head in my hands.
I didn’t hear Emma coming. I felt the couch sink down next to me and her hand rubbed my back. I sat up and grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t” I hissed. She looked at me as if I had stabbed her in the heart. She pulled back and slid across the couch.
“It’s okay.” She whispered. “You have a lot on your mind.” I shook my head. I was pushing away the one person I wanted to protect.
“I know it’s not fair to you and I am trying, but it is hard for me to get close to people.” I explained. It also wasn’t safe for me to get close to people. Not for them anyway.
“I’m here, no matter how long it takes. I’m not going anywhere.” I looked her in the eye and nodded. “So…what did your lawyer have to say?” Her face sad with worry.
“He doesn’t think I should pay her. He thinks I should give up my job.” I looked away, wondering if I could change things, would I?
“What do you want to do?” She leaned closer but still kept a reasonable distance between us.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to give her another fucking dime, but I don’t want to quit my job. She wins either way.” I threw my hands in the air. I should have let her rot on that bathroom floor. She would have died soon enough had I not thought the baby could be saved.
I knew what I had to do but I wasn’t sure I could face her and not lay hands on her. I grabbed my phone and paced the floor as I called.
“I’ll get you the fucking money but if I ever see your face again, or if you come near Emma I will fucking kill you.” I meant every fucking word of it.
“Will, I..you..you don’t mean that.” She was on the verge of tears. If I was going to make her cry I wanted it to be in person so I could watch. I hung up the phone and headed into my room to grab my shoes and a jacket. I was going to put an end to this now.
“Where are we going?” To hell was the first thing that crossed my mind. Emma was off the couch and walking towards me.
“You are staying here.” It wasn’t up for debate. I cupped her face in his hands and tried to soften my expression. “ I am going to go pay Abby and get her out of our lives.” I kissed her softly on the forehead, holding it an extra second just in case it is the last time. I wanted to kill Abby. I wanted to ensure she would never be a problem again. “Have you thought anymore about where we are going after graduation?” I asked, trying to direct her thoughts elsewhere. She looked confused. “What?”
“You still want to go?” She must have assumed I only asked her because of the note. She had no idea the other skeletons in my closet.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I? Just pick some place warm. I want you naked as much as possible.” I grinned wickedly and turned to leave. “Don’t answer the door for anyone.” I warned and locked it. I knew I couldn’t kill Abby, at least not now. I had left a trail, starting with my lawyer that leads to my front door. I would have to use a different approach.
I called Stephen and told him to come get me. I pulled Emma’s car around the corner while I waited, just in case someone stopped by. He arrived moments later and we made our way downtown. Crowds were forming waiting to get into clubs. Where there were partiers, there would be drugs. I parked and walked up to two young guys hanging on the corner by the liquor shop.
“Hey, you holding?” I asked with a nod. One of the guys walked behind me, looking for anyone who might be within ear shot. He came back and nodded to his buddy.
“Yeah, man. Whatchyu need?”
I whiped my nose to make it look more believable. I had done this many times in the past and knew how to play the game.
“Hook me up with an 8 ball.” We made the exchange and I shoved it in my pocket quickly and headed back to Stephen’s car.
“What the fuck? What are you doing?” He was terrified. I didn’t expect anything different from Stephen. I was the one always looking out for both of us.
“I’m going to kill her with kindness.” I said, giving him a hard look. We pulled off and didn’t speak another word. I texted Abby and got the location for the meet. I knew it would be a hotel since she still lived in California. How fitting. Her message came back that she was at Seaside Motel. It was only a few blocks away. I had been there a time or two before.
We pulled into the parking lot as my phone rang. It was Emma.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, glancing over at Stephen who pretended to be distracted by something outside of the car.
“Angela is here!” She whispered in a panic.
“Shit. She probably saw my car downstairs and thinks I am avoiding her.”
“Your car is downstairs? How did you…”
“Stephen picked me up. He wanted to go with me for the exchange of money. Just stay inside and be quiet. She will leave soon.” I hoped she wouldn’t question me further. Stephen and I were in this mess together and would finish it that way.
“Okay. What about my car?” I could hear knocking at the door in the background.
“I moved it before I left. It is parked around the building. Emma, I’m sorry about all of this.” I waited for a reply, clenching my jaw.
“No worries” She said and after a moment the line went dead. Stephen looked at me for conformation that we were going through with this. I nodded and got out of the car.
I walked inside one of the side doors and made my way to room
213. Abby answered, leaning flirtatiously on the door, wearing a short skirt and tight white tank, no bra. I looked her up and down and she smiled before holding the door open wide for me to get in.
“I missed you.” She purred. I could tell she had been drinking. I didn’t turn around or respond. She came up behind me and slid her hand around me, runing it down my stomach. “You bring me something?” I knew she was anxious to get her hands on the cash. I didn’t bring any.
“Of course I did.” I turned around slowly and pulled the coke from my pocket. “For old times sake.” I grinned. She put her hands up to refuse, but she bit her lip and I knew it wouldn’t take much to persuade her.
“Come on Abby.” I stepped closer. “If I recall, you and I had some pretty good times.” She smiled and brushed her hair back from her face. “Just a taste?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. She giggled and nodded her head. “Good girl” I made my way over to the dresser and began cutting lines. Abby put on some low music and was pouring us a drink. I drank my shot and and pulled a one-hundred dollar bill from my wallet. I rolled it between my fingers and held it out to her. “Ladies first” She giggled and licked her lips, staring into my eyes. I smiled back and nudge the bill closer to her. She took it like an excited kid at Christmas. I knew once I got her started she wouldn’t be able to stop. She glanced back at me one last time before the line disappeared beneath her. She sat up, touching her finger tips to her nose as her eyes fluttered.
“Thank you” She said as she passed me the bill.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do…” I grinned. She had no idea. I took the bill from her hand. I had committed at least nine crimes already today, one more wouldn’t change anything. My thoughts flashed to Emma. I saw her smiling, biting her lip. I closed my eyes and leaned over, snorting my line quickly.
“Yeah!” Abby wrapped her arms around my neck from behind. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us.” I didn’t say anything. I held the bill over my shoulder for her. She took it without hesitation. Her next line was gone in an instant as I fixed myself another drink. “Your turn.”
I held up my drink to signal I was already in the midst of my own party. She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip like a child.
“One vice at a time.” I joked and drank from my glass.
“Suit yourself” She shrugged and did the next one for me. As she stood up she stumbled backwards, abrely catching herself before she fell. I had her where I needed her.
“I have to get going.” I said, checking my watch.
“Ohh, You can’t leave me here all alone.” She sounded desperate. Pathetic. She crossed the room, shaking her hips and trying her best to look sexy. “The fun was just beginning.” Her arms snaked around my waist.
“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll order room service. Anything you like.” A witness to see you alive and alone. She smiled wide, unable to refuse anything for free. I guided her to the phone and dialed for her, but let her place the order. I knew nothing would likely happen to her tonight, but it was important to cover all of the bases. I waited until she hung up before leaving some money on the dresser, next to the remainder of the cocaine.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She called from behind me. I turned around to see her fingers sliding over her chest.
“It will take a few days to get the money together. You didn’t expect me to carry two million in my pocket, did you?” She bit her lip, struggling to focus.
“So I’ll see you again?” She asked, running her hand through her hair.
“Whatever it takes.” I smiled and left quickly, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist the drugs. I also left enough extra money for her to purchase more, if she survived tonight.
I made my way to Stephen’s car.
“Well?” He asked, sounding more panicked than before.
“I took care of it.” I said as he pulled out into traffic. He looked like he had seen a ghost.
“You didn’t..” his voice trailed off, unable to say the words.
“She’s alive…for now.” I said. He didn’t ask anything else, just took me home.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I found Emma curled up in a ball on the couch. I slipped my arms under her and lifted her from the couch to carry her to bed. She stretched and yawned. “Shhh” I whispered.
“What time is it?” She asked, looking around.
“Just after three in the morning.” I laid her down on the center of my bed.
“How did everything go?” She pulled the covers over her as she watched me take off my clothes. I thought over how to respond.
“She has the money. Everything is taken care of.” It was. With the money I gave her, Abby could fuel her addiction. I slipped into bed behind Emma, pressing my body against hers. She relaxed against me and drifted back off to sleep moments later. I was not as fortunate. I stayed awake for another hour or so, tracing the line of her hip bone as I worried about what would happen next. When I did sleep I had horrible nightmares of life without Emma. Her finding out my secrets and never wanting to be near me again.
Early in the morning I awoke to the sounds of my phone vibrating against the wood of the dresser. I slipped myself out from under the covers and pulled on my jeans. I grabbed the phone and headed for the kitchen to make some coffee.
“Yeah?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“I’m worried this plan of yours is going to backfire.” Stephen was panicked and his voice sounded as if he slept worse than I had, without the coke to make his thoughts race.
“It will work.” I said quietly as Emma rounded the corner. I put my finger to her lips to keep her quiet. She smirked and went to the cupboard to get herself a cup for her morning coffee.
“What if it doesn’t?” He was pleading with me like a child to to tell him everything was going to be okay. That the monster in his closet wasn’t real, but I was that monster.
“You have my word it will be taken care of.” I assured him. Emma reached for the sugar that sat on the counter in front of me. I pushed it back out of her reach and gave her a devilish smile. She made a face at me. She reached again and again I pushed it farther. She lifted her body up so her feet came off the floor and reached again. I closed the gap between us, pressing myself against her backside.
“I’ll call you back.” I said to Stephen and hung up. I sat the phone down and slid my fingers down her sides, gripping her hips and pulling her back into me. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter. I slowly looped my fingers in her panties and pulled them down. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “Don’t let go.” I pushed against her entrance, slowly letting myself slide in. I rocked slowly against her. Gripping her hipbones. She moaned quietly. “You like it when I fuck you nice and slow?” I asked, saying the words in time with my thrusts.
“Yes, Sir” She moaned and her back arched, allowing me to go deeper. I did. “Aaahh” she breathed. I slid my hand up the length of her spine and tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling back gently. I began to move faster, filling her completely. “You feel so good inside of me.” Her words burned. My good girl begging to be fucked. Her walls tightened around me, sending us both tumbling over the edge of ecstacy. I continued to rock my hips until the last shutter of pleasure rippled through her body. I released her hair and she lay her head down on the countertop, exhausted. I stepped back and admired the beautiful view. I brought my hand down across her backside. She screamed and arched her back. I quickly dipped my fingers between her thighs and rubbed lightly over her wetness. I wasn’t finished with her yet. I lay back over her and gently nipped her earlobe. “Mmmm” The sound of wanting escaped her lips.
“This” I let a finger slip inside of her and pulled back out. “Belongs to me” I rubbed her slowly in small circles, again and again.
“Yes” Her fingers held tight to the edge of the countertop.
“Say it” I let my finger slide back inside of her. She pushed back against me, eager for more.
“It belongs to you.” She moaned. I laughed at her sudden shyness.
“Your pussy belongs to me.” I slipped a second finger inside of her. “Say it.” I breathed into her ear.
“My pussy belongs to you.” She was willing to do anything. I smiled as I slipped my other hand around her waist. I rubbed against her front with one hand while fucking her with the fingers from the other. She tightened around me, pulling them deeper as she panted, unraveling again.
I gripped her hips and pulled back off the counter. She leaned against it, steadying herself. I slid her cup of coffee over to her.
“Sugar is on the counter.” I smirked and went to my room to get dressed for the day.
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