Fate Interrupted (27 page)

Dean bit the
inside of his cheek to keep from exploding too soon. The metallic taste of
blood quickly filled his mouth.

“Dean!”

The way she
moaned his name was music to his ears.
“Cum for me baby!”

“Oh
God, Dean!”

Her muscles
tightened around him, an untamed look in her eyes. He couldn’t hold it much
longer. Evy looked him right in the eye, and released a shrill cry that had
to
of woken the entire building. Her body shuddered against
his as she came like never before. The look on her face drove him wild. He
gritted his teeth and exploded inside of her, looking into her eyes and grunting
his release with breathless fulfillment. They climaxed together, shaking with an
unrestrained passion most would never find. She watched his face, awestruck as
he emptied himself into her with pulsating bursts.

Dean’s face
softened as he fell into her dreamy eyes.

She leaned in
closer, their lips stopping just before they connected.

“You make me so crazy,
Evy,” he whispered between pants.

She exhaled a
wistful breath and pressed her mouth to his, holding him tightly. They broke
their kiss and held each others’ starry eyed gaze.

“I really do
love you,” she whispered.

A grin stretched
his lips. “I know.”

She laughed and
slapped his shoulder. “You’re such a jerk.”

He laid back and
wrapped her in his arms on the couch, spooning with her in a blissful stillness
as they quietly collected their breath. Time seemed to stop and he wished they
could stay like that forever. Never leave her apartment again, content just
being next to her until the end of time. He waited for her to fall asleep in
his arms before closing his eyes and drifting off to a place where his troubles
could no longer find him.

 
***

Evy stirred on
the couch and cracked her eyelids. Dawn’s early light cast a faint glow across
the living room as she took in her surroundings, bemused to not be in her bed. She
smiled as flashes from the night before pushed to the forefront of her mind,
making her stomach tingle with euphoria. It wasn’t a dream after all. She sat
bolt upright on the couch, her eyes darting around the living room. Her heart plummeted
with the realization she was naked and alone. Her frantic gaze jumped back to
the coffee table where a tented note sat with her name scrawled across it. She
swung her bare feet to the carpet and snatched it, her eyes rapidly roaming
back and forth across the handwritten words nearly as fast as her heart was
beating. The early morning quiet was as thick as tar as Dean’s words slowly
sank in. She lifted her watery gaze to the soft light oozing through the windows
and clutched her heart like it might fall out of her chest.

“Oh my God,” she
muttered, blinking a tear down her cheek. She snatched her cell phone from the
coffee table and tried calling him, her mind reeling as potential scenarios
whisked through her head, each one more horrifying than the one before it. His
voice on the greeting made her shudder with need and fold with despair at the
same time. She had missed him.
But maybe not.

After the beep,
she took a steadying breath that had no effect. “Dean, please don’t do this,”
her voice cracked. “We’ll figure out a different way. Just don’t get on that
plane.” Evy paused to collect her racing thoughts even though the clock was
ticking. “Call me as soon as you get this. The only thing that matters is that I
love…” The beep cut her off. The color fled her cheeks as she slowly lowered
the cell phone and stared at it like it was diseased. Her stomach rolled,
knowing she had missed him. Knowing he was already on airplane to marry another
woman. Regardless of how tight Evy clutched her chest, her heart broke in two.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed onto her bare legs. She wiped her
eyes and scanned the note again, wondering how any of it could possibly be
true. The cell phone rang in her hand. She screamed and dropped it to the floor,
where it tumbled across the carpet like it was trying to get away.

Evy bent over
and snatched it. Relief doused her flames of anxiety when she saw the screen. She
hurriedly answered. “Where are you?”

A long pause
filled her with dread.

“I’m at the airport,”
Dean whispered.
“I can’t talk long. She’s in the
bathroom.”

A mumbled female
voice squawked something over a PA system in the background.

“Dean, don’t you
dare get on that plane.”

“I have to, Evy,”
he insisted.
“If I don’t…”

“
Goddamnit
Dean, we’ll figure out another way, just don’t
get…”

“I know we will,”
he cut her off.
“But until we figure that out I have to get
on this plane. Clay Crawford will ruin all of us. You’ve seen what he can do.”

“Dean, please,”
she sobbed.

“Evy,”
he said calmly, knowing time was money.
“Just know that I love you more than
anything in the world and we will be together very soon. I promise you that.”

Evy inhaled a
deep breath that made a wheezing sound. “B-But you’ll be married.”

“Not for
long,
and it won’t
be real anyway. Not in my heart. You know that.”

She wiped her
cheeks with her hand. “To her it will be! And what’re you going to do when she
wants to consummate the marriage, Dean?
Then what?”

Another pause
seemed to last forever and she wondered if the call
was
dropped
.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got a plan for that.”

She shook her
head, refusing to accept any of it. “Like what?”

“Do you trust me?”

Her tattered breath
hissed through the line. “Yes.”

“Then say it.”

“Dean, I just
think that…”

“Say it!”

She tried
swallowing the lump in her throat but it wouldn’t go down without a fight. “I
trust you.”

“Shit, here she comes. I have to go.”

“Dean!” she cried,
her bulging eyes scanning her darkened TV as if she could see the whole thing
playing out before her. Silence stole her breath. He had hung up before she
could tell him the one thing she wanted him to hear above all else.

“Yeah?”

Her heart quivered
at the sound of his voice. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

A soft click
sent wrinkles carving through her forehead. “Dean? Hello?” When there was no
reply she lowered the cell phone and stared blankly at the screen. And just
like that, he was gone. Her hand went to her necklace and ran its fingers
across the arrow, an unbearable silence squeezing the oxygen from her lungs.

About
Kaitlyn
Cross:

When not scoring
great deals on purses and shoes, I enjoy drinking red wine, spending way too
much time on
Pinterest
, and denying that I watch
The Vampire Diaries
religiously.
Assuming there isn’t a coffee shortage anytime soon, I will release
Fate Interrupted 2
– the heartfelt
conclusion to the love story of Evy and Dean – in early 2013. For future
release dates and secret recipes (stolen from
Pinterest
),
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I hope you
enjoyed reading
Fate Interrupted
as
much as I did writing it. Special thanks to the city of Milwaukee, which will
always hold a special place in my heart.

Life is short,
buy the shoes!

For those who
made it this far, here is a sneak peak of
Fate
Interrupted 2
:

Fate
Interrupted 2

by

Kaitlyn
Cross

The
minister’s black robe flapped in the ocean breeze as blue waves crashed onto
the white sand behind him. The sun beat down from above, producing a slick
layer of sweat across Dean’s forehead. His white shirt clung to his back and he
wanted to wipe the smile off the minister’s face. The minister adjusted his
colorful lei and kept reading. Dean glanced at his watch and took another swig
from the bottle of whiskey hanging loosely in his hand. He had to be the most
miserable person on the entire breathtaking island of Maui, taking the word
ironic
to a new level. Dean checked his
watch again and sighed. The thick framed minister paused to look up from the
open bible in his brown skinned hands. He arched a troubled eyebrow at Dean.

Dean shifted in
his stance, digging his toes into the hot sand, trying to find a cooler spot to
stand. “Are we keeping you from something?”

“Dean!” Megan whispered,
squeezing his hand.

The minister glanced
at the half empty whiskey bottle in Dean’s hand and resumed his speech. Dean
stared out across the ocean, one word blending into the next like a foreign
language spoken entirely too fast, his thumb spinning a gold band around his
ring finger. Megan turned to him with a sweet smile, her white sundress happily
dancing with the wind. Dean almost felt sorry for her. She was glowing like an
angel and this should have been the happiest moment of her life, but he was
determined to put it behind them as quickly as possible.

“I now pronounce
you man and wife,” the minister finally said in a thick Polynesian accent. He
smiled warmly, the wind tugging at his black hair. “You may kiss the bride.”

Megan turned to
face Dean, peering up at him with elated eyes that matched the sparkling waters
stretching out before them. She leaned up on her tippy toes and kissed him on
the mouth. Dean reciprocated with something reminiscent of a dead fish, tasting
the virgin
pina
colada still on her lips from
breakfast. A tall thin man off to the side snapped a couple of quick pictures
and then traded out the digital camera for a worn ukulele. He strummed a happy
tune while a pretty woman slowly swayed with the music, her arms and long dark
hair floating in the air. A light blue sundress set off the flower in her hair
as she and the thin man serenaded Megan and Dean with wide smiles plastered
across their faces. Dean watched a cruise ship off in the distance, wishing he
was anywhere but here, and raised the bottle to his lips for another pull.

The minister
lifted a string of brightly colored flowers over Megan’s head. She happily
bowed before him and he kissed her on the cheek. He stepped in front of Dean,
trying to hold onto his phony smile, and held up
another lei
.
Dean refused to bow, forcing the island man to stretch his arms high into the
air to lace Dean’s neck with the sweet smelling garland. Dean swung his gaze to
the thin man playing the ukulele. The man’s steadfast smile made him sick to
his stomach.

Seagulls rode
the rolling waves of blue sky above them, crying out as if celebrating the
union as well. The black haired lady danced circles around them, doing her best
to coax Megan and Dean into joining her. She took their hands and pulled them
closer, her hips swaying back and forth with a natural rhythm passed down from
generations before. The three islanders smiled like it was their first time
hosting such a beautiful ceremony. The beach spun around Dean. He squinted in
the bright sunshine. Megan laughed out loud, trying to mimic the luau dancer.
Dean wiped sweat from his brow with his shoulder, dampening the breezy fabric.
The island woman pulled him closer. He staggered in the stand and she steadied
him without missing a beat.

Dean shook his
head and yanked his hand back. Her smile was as insistent as her dance. She
took his hand again, drawing him and Megan to her, determined they enjoy this
lasting memory together. He blinked blankly, the color draining from his face
as the two females bobbed around him. The island woman said something he didn’t
understand, her goddamned smile as relentless as the thunderous waves hammering
at the base of his skull. His stomach tightened. The thin man strummed faster,
tapping his foot in rhythm to the native song.

Dean’s mouth
watered. The crashing waves sprayed the air with sea foam that smelled of salt
and dead fish. He leaned in closer to Megan. She smiled her approval, towing
him across the hot sand and shaking her hips from side to side. Beads of sweat
raced down his face in streams, soaking his collar. His stomach rumbled.

Megan’s smile
stretched from ear to ear. “I can’t believe I’m Megan Jacobs now!”

He smiled and
threw up, spraying her dress with this morning’s Denver omelet. Megan screeched
and jumped backwards in the sand.

She looked up in
horror and clapped a hand over her mouth, reminding him of Evy. “Dean!”

He wretched
again, splashing her bare feet this time. The minister yelled something in his
native tongue and the ukulele finally stopped its stringy song. Dean bent over
and rested his hands on his knees like a gassed basketball player, watching the
sand soak up his breakfast. He dry heaved a few times until his eyes watered
with tears. Megan patted him on the back and spoke consoling words that made
him want to vomit again. Nothing he did seemed to phase her enchanted spell and
it annoyed the hell out of him. The wind whipped at his hair, sweeping his hair
into his eyes.