Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (41 page)

After a
particularly raucous fuck in the back of his Town Car, Mitchell told Vicky that
he had to do something about Zoe. That she was becoming careless at work and
was even seen by the receptionist sobbing at her desk.

“She needs to be
fired,” Vicky said as she hooked her bra.

“I can’t fire
her,” Mitchell said. “Can you imagine the potential lawsuit?”

“You’re kidding
right? Zoe couldn’t fight her way through a sport suit, never mind a lawsuit!
Fire her, Mitchell.”

“No, I will not
take that chance,” Mitchell said and stared at Vicky. “Why do you have it out
for her? I mean, you claim she’s your best friend. Isn’t it bad enough you and
I are fucking? Why do you want her entirely ruined?”

Vicky slipped
her dress over her head and looked out the window of the car.

“Harry Masters,”
she said and chewed on her fingernail.

“Hairy what?”
Mitchell said as he pulled his pants up over his legs.

“No,” Vicky said
and chuckled, “Harry Masters. He was my boyfriend. He was my sixth grade
boyfriend and Zoe stole him from me.”

“Sixth grade?
You’ve had a vendetta against this girl for what, twelve years, because she
stole some prepubescent boy from you? You’re not serious.”

“
Thirteen
,”
Vicky said and shook her head. “It’s been thirteen years and did I stutter?”

Mitchell stared
at Vicky waiting for the punch line. He ran his fingers through his hair and
shook his head when he realized she was quite serious.

“Wow, thirteen
years? So what you’re saying is that you hold a grudge?”

Vicky didn’t find
Mitchell’s attempt to make light of her admission amusing.

“I don’t
appreciate you making fun. It’s serious, Mitchell.”

“Yes, seriously
fucked up, Vicky. I mean, do you hear yourself? How you even remember this boy
is beyond me. You must have had many boys since Harry fucking Masters walked
off into the sunset with Zoe. You want to destroy this girl’s life because of a
sixth grade crush?”

“He was not a
crush,” Vicky said and grabbed Mitchell’s arm. “Harry Masters was not a crush!
She stole something from me, don’t you see that?”

“Remind me never
to do anything to piss you off, Vicky,” Mitchell said and pulled his arm away
from Vicky and knocked on the divider so his driver knew it was time to leave.

As the car
pulled out of the alley, Vicky stared at Mitchell and smiled.

“Then don’t,”
she said and slid toward him.

“Don’t what?”
Mitchell said.

“Don’t piss me
off. You may not like the result.”

For the first
time in his life, Mitchell Rowlett realized he was in over his head with this
pretty little fuck.

“I will try,” he
said and sighed. “This is not helping me figure out what to do about the Zoe
problem at work.”

“Just fire the
bitch, Mitchell,” Vicky said and fluffed her hair. “It’s really not that
difficult.”

Vicky poured
Mitchell a scotch and shoved the glass into his hand. He knocked it back in one
gulp and hung his head.

“I cannot fire
her.”

“
Will not
,
you mean. You will not fire her because you are soft.”

“She has the
potential to ruin me.”

“No, I have the
potential to ruin you. Fine, have her transferred.”

“Transferred
where? I only have the one office.”

“Jesus Christ,
Mitchell, do I have to wipe your ass for you too? Have her--”

Mitchell reached
out and slapped Vicky across the face. He jumped on top of her and held her
down on the seat.

“Hey, do not
talk to me like that, little girl. Do you understand me?”

Vicky looked up
at Mitchell and rubbed her stinging cheek. She smiled and craned her neck
toward him and gave him a long, passionate kiss.

“I’m sorry,
daddy,” she said as she nibbled on his bottom lip. “What I meant was, you
should call one of your competitors and see if they have a place for her.”

Mitchell shifted
his hips and pressed his hardening cock into Vicky’s mound and smiled.

“Well, this wasn’t
a completely useless conversation. You’re on to something, my dear. I can call
Madge Jenkins. She owns a nice little PR firm on Congress. She’s an insufferable
bitch and always looking for replacement employees. She’s also a first-rate
dyke and will take Zoe in a heartbeat.”

“Then it’s
settled,” Vicky said and pressed her fingertips into Mitchell’s ass. “Now,
shove that cock into my pussy right now. By my estimation we have about five
minutes before your driver arrives at my apartment.”

It took exactly
three days for Zoe’s transfer to finalize. Before she had a second to figure
out what was going on, she sat at another desk in another office with another
boss and Mitchell was out of her life for good.

This latest maneuver
sunk Zoe deep into despondency.

She paced the
floor of her apartment and racked her brain trying to figure out what she did
wrong. Her roommate was no help to her since she was in the throes of a new
romance with a mystery man she refused to introduce to Zoe.

She was left to
figure it out on her own and try as she did, she could not understand. She
wrote letter after letter to Mitchell begging him to tell her what went wrong.
They all went unanswered. She lost more weight and phoned him incessantly.

When Mitchell
changed his phone number, Zoe took to wandering the streets...any street...all
dressed up in her finest clothes hoping to magically bump into him. This was no
small task in a city the size of Boston. But she never saw him.

“I’m going to
his house,” she said one night when Vicky was home.

“What?” Vicky
said from her bedroom.

“I said, I am
going to Mitchell’s house,” Zoe said as she peeled herself off the couch.

Vicky walked out
into the living room in her robe and stared at her depressed friend. The sight
of Zoe made her very happy. She was a mess. Hair sticking up everywhere, makeup
streaked all over her face, swollen, red eyes. Vicky squealed inside.

“Are you drunk
again, Zoe? You cannot be serious. First of all, it’s one o’clock in the
morning! Second, you’re insane.”

“Yes, I am
insane,” Zoe said as she stared at Vicky and nodded. “I need to know why he
disappeared. I need closure.”

“
Closure
?
Do you hear yourself? You sound like an armchair psychiatrist, for Christ’s
sakes! Here is your closure, Zoe: Mitchell is gone. Period. No more Mitchell.
Case closed.”

“But why? People
don’t just walk away without a word.”

Vicky wanted to
scratch the bitch’s eyes out. Harry Masters walked away without a word, Vicky
thought. Walked away from her with Zoe and neither one of them allowed her the
closure Zoe pathetically whined about.

Then Vicky had
an ingenious idea.

“You know what,”
Vicky said and sat on the couch next to Zoe, “you’re right, you do need
closure. It isn’t fair that Mitchell up and left you with no explanation. And I’ve
been a bad friend. I’ve not been around to help you. Well, that’s going to end
right now.”

Vicky stood and
ran to her bedroom. Zoe followed her and watched Vicky dress.

“Where are you
going now?” she said as she sat on Vicky’s bed.

“We,” Vicky said
as she pulled a turtleneck over her head. “We are going to Mitchell’s.”

“You really
think it’s a good idea? He will go ballistic.”

“Fuck him, Zoe.
He should not have done this to you. You need closure. Fuck what he needs and
wants. He lives in Cambridge, right?”

“Yes, but--”

“But nothing, Zoe,”
Vicky said and dragged her friend out of her room. “We can take Fernando’s car.
He won’t be back until Thursday and I still have his keys.”

“Wait,” Zoe said
as Vicky pulled her out their front door, “shouldn’t I change?”

Vicky almost
pissed herself as she stared at Zoe and was barely able to stifle a laugh. What
a fucking mess...a ripped sweatshirt, sweatpants that were far too big, dirty
hair and puffy eyes. She looked like a homeless drunk.

“You look fine.
Let’s go.”

Vicky dragged Zoe
into the elevator and Zoe tried in vain to fix herself as she stared at her
reflection in the elevator doors.

“I look horrid,
Vick.” She said and sighed.

“You look upset
and that’s okay. You
are
upset.”

They drove the
short distance to Cambridge and Zoe grew very anxious as they pulled up in
front of Mitchell’s large home.

“Maybe this wasn’t
a good idea. It is awful late.”

“Nah, there are
lights on inside.”

Of course Vicky
knew why there were lights on in the house. Mitchell refused to see Vicky that
night because his wife threw a dinner party. That did not sit well at all with Vicky.
It was the first time Mitchell refused her and she did not like to be refused. Ever.

“I don’t know,” Zoe
said as she leaned over Vicky and stared at the house. “I can’t do this.”

“Nonsense! Your
schnapps just wore off. Check in the glove box. Fernando always has a bottle on
him.”

Zoe opened the
glove box of their neighbor’s car and located a fifth of bourbon barely
touched.

“See?” Vicky
said as she stared at Mitchell’s house and pictured herself setting the dining
room table. “Take a couple of good pulls on that bottle.”

Zoe put the
bottle to her lips and sipped the strong liquor. Vicky reached over and tipped
the bottle up, forcing a deluge of bourbon down Zoe’s throat.

“Fuck,” Zoe
choked out after she swallowed the mouthful of bourbon.

“Wipe your chin,”
Vicky said as she opened the car door. “Get out of the car. It’s time.”

Vicky and Zoe
walked up to the house and Vicky pushed Zoe up the stone steps toward the
Rowlett’s large, leaded glass front door.

“Ring the bell, Zoe,”
Vicky said as she nudged her friend.

“What do I say?”
Zoe said and rubbed her swollen eyes.

“Figure it out,”
Vicky said and reached over Zoe and rang the doorbell. “Think of something, Zoe.
The lady of the house is coming.”

Zoe and Vicky
watched the distorted image of a woman walking toward them through the glass on
the front door. Zoe swayed from side to side as peppermint schnapps, bourbon
and adrenaline mingled in her cells and caused a chemical explosion near her
heart. Vicky chewed on her pinkie nail and started to feel a tiny bit of dread
as the woman opened the door. And when she was in front of them, all Zoe and Vicky
could do is shake their heads as they stared at Mitchell’s pretty wife.

“Yes?” Mrs.
Rowlett said as she wiped her hands on a dish towel and stared at the girls in
front of her.

Zoe ran her
fingers through her tangled hair and opened and closed her mouth like a guppy
as she stared at Mrs. Rowlett.

“May I help you?”

Zoe turned to Vicky.

“Do you see?” Zoe
said and closed her eyes.

“Yep, can’t miss
that,” Vicky said and frowned.

“May I help--”
Mitchell’s wife said.

Zoe pointed at
Mrs. Rowlett.

“You’re--”

“Pregnant,” Vicky
said.

Mrs. Rowlett
rubbed her pregnant belly and cocked her head as she stared at Zoe.

“Wait,” she said
and smiled. You work with Mitch. Darcy, right?”

“No,” Zoe said. “I’m--”

“
Zoe
,” Vicky
said. “Her name is
Zoe
.”

“I’m sorry,” Mrs.
Rowlett said and stared at Vicky “I could have sworn her name was Darcy. And
you are?”

“I am Vicky. Zoe’s
friend.”

“I’m Amanda,
Mitchell’s wife. What can I do for you girls?”

“Mitchell,” Zoe
said. “I-Is he here?”

“Of course he
is. I’ll get him. But just for a moment, okay? Its late and we have old friends
in from Providence.”

Mrs. Rowlett
walked away and left the girls standing in the open doorway.

“Holy shit,” Vicky
said and shook her head. “Pregnant, huh? And she looks like she’s due any day.
What a fucking cocksucker!”

Zoe backed away
from the door on the landing to the front steps. Vicky swung around and stared
at her.

“Where the fuck
are you going?” Vicky said.

“We have to go,
now!” Zoe said.

Vicky reached
out and grabbed Zoe’s wrist and pulled her toward her.

“The fuck we do.
We came here for a reason. Just because this cocksucker is fucking around on
his pregnant wife doesn’t change the mission. We do not deviate from the plan!
Now, pack some fucking ice in your veins,” Vicky said as she turned to the door
to see Mitchell walking toward them through his foyer with Mrs. Rowlett
following behind him.