Promiscuous (Book 2 in the Fixer Series) (8 page)

Princess,

I know you’re lying.  You can’t hide shit from me.  We’ll be discussing this later when you get home.

I love you,

Dylan

Setting my phone down, I went to work on the reports that David had requested.  Time flew by as I busied myself trying not to think about the morning.  Glancing at the tiny clock on my computer screen, it read out quarter after twelve.  I changed into my running clothes, not having much of an appetite and decided on a run in the park instead.  Fresh warm air brushed my face, bringing my sense alive.  Runners everywhere on the path took in the last bits of warm air before the weather turned hot.  Summer was vastly approaching and running was a spring and fall treat; the air not to cold or hot but just perfect. 

Pulling my iPod out of my pocket, I placed the tiny buds in my ears and lost myself to the cool relaxing beats of Moby.  I thought about how thankful I was that my sister was still alive, that Stefan was no longer a part of my life and how much I had grown to love Dylan and trust him with my life.  I turned to look behind me as I had a sudden uneasy feeling that I was being followed.  There was no one there but the feeling I had told me otherwise and I just chalked it up to the extra security that had been assigned to me.  Dylan never did tell me that he had placed extra security on my tail but I knew him well enough to know that he would never have let me return to work without it. 

***

Traffic through the city sucked, as I made my way through the congested streets.  Whoever thought it was a good idea to schedule a baseball game during rush hour, was a fucking idiot.  Other drivers reflected my mood; irritated and bitchy.  It took me thirty minutes to get home when it normally only took ten.  I pulled up the gates and punched in Dylan’s security code.  I knew he would be waiting to hear about my first day back, but I didn’t feel like re-hashing the train wreck.  For the first time, I had hoped Dylan wasn’t home when I opened the door.

I walked into the fresh smelling aroma of Italian food filling the air.  I dropped my purse on the counter and made my way to my room.  Needing to be left alone, I locked the door and drew myself a nice, warm vanilla scented bath.  The events of the day took over my thoughts and I felt myself tense re-fueling my anger. 
Damn it
, I thought, I’m supposed to be decompressing not getting angrier.  I was mad at myself, for what, I wasn’t sure.  Was I angry for trusting Dylan that taking time off was a good choice or the fact that I had allowed myself to be put in dangerous, compromising positions; perhaps both?  All I knew was that my thoughts were all over the place and I was one seriously fucked up girl.     

I stayed
in the tub until all of the water had drained, dreading what awaited me in the kitchen.  It was a sweet gesture to have dinner done when I came home but my mood was anything but sweet this evening.  I stood grabbing one of the white fluffy towels and wrapping it around my now chilled body.  I ran a comb through my wet hair and let it dry naturally as I put on my sweats for the evening.  I was quite a sight in my natural state and in that moment, I didn’t care. 

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and was immediately swept up in Dylan’s arms.  He placed sweet, light kisses on my cheek until his lips met mine and our
tongues made sweet love to each other.  I moaned into the kiss feeling my body instantly respond to his touch, needing and wanting more.  I bit his bottom lip, arched my back and pulled away.

“Don’t Brooke” he warned.

“Just let me go Dylan, I’m not in the mood to fight with you.”

  “Nope.  I told you we would discuss your distance when you got home tonight and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
  I was pissed and pulled completely away from him.

“Damn it Dylan!  Why can’t you just leave shit alone?  Why do you always have to stick your nose in everything?”

“What the fuck did you just say?” he yelled as I backed away.

“Just stay out of my business for once.  I’m in enough
trouble as it is because of you,” I said as I started to cry. 

“
Now let’s get one thing straight Brooke, it is my business whenever it involves you.  You can pull your bullshit and push me away but I will never stay out of your business; don’t ask me to again.  Now tell me what the hell happened today because you are acting like a complete bitch!”

“Fuck you!
I screamed, as I started walking toward the bathroom tears streaming down my face.  “Get out and leave me alone.”  I was about to slam the bathroom door when it flew open hard and fast.  Six feet, two inches of hard muscle stood in the doorway and he was pissed.  I bent down to get my hairdryer to drown out anything he had to say and felt the rough tug on the back of my hair.  I instantly stood back up staring at Dylan through the bathroom mirror. 

“Get your fucking hands off of me Dylan.”
  He ignored me pulling me further back towards him until he turned me, forcing me to face him. 

“Don’
t touch me Dylan; I told you, just leave me alone.  I’m having a horrible day and if you need to control someone then maybe you should just go and give Misty a call.”  His eyes glazed over, mouth set in a thin line as his jaw ticked.  “Okay Brooke, if that’s how you want it, that’s how you’ll have it.”  I blew out a relieved, frustrated breath and then I felt…what the hell?  My t-shirt was pulled over my head exposing my already hard nipples that were begging to be touched.  A quick tug on my sweat pants and they fell to my feet.  Dylan pulled me close to him twisting and pinching my nipples as I tried to fight the burning that was pooling deep in my belly.  He slipped a finger inside of me rubbing up against my special spot.  I cried out as he whispered in my ear, “I know what you want Brooke.  You can’t fight this and I’ll give you what you need but you don’t need to be a bitch about it.  Baby, all you have to do is ask.  You’re pussy is so wet, begging me to fuck it, deep and hard.  Your pussy is a greedy little slut for me Brooke.” 

“Dylan
,” I cried as he continued stroking me with his fingers.  Picking me up setting me on the counter he knelt between my legs and gave my pussy a tongue lashing.  It wasn’t the usual loving tongue lapping he gave; he was angry, rough, desperate, and I loved it because he needed me as much as I needed him.  He pulled me down placing me on all fours, tweaking my nipple and setting himself free.  Without warning, he entered me setting me on fire.  I was burning inside and tears slid down my cheeks.  He always knew what I needed even when I didn’t.  His strokes drove me over the edge, slow and torturous then fast, rough and hard.  I bit his arm as I screamed and came, my pussy squeezing his cock, never wanting to let it go.  He continued his pleasure assault on my sex sending shock waves of pleasure searing through my core once again and then I felt him swell, the heat from the friction burning inside of me as he came giving me every drop of his seed. 

“I love you
princess he said feathering kisses down my neck and behind my ear.  Don’t shut me out anymore.  I can’t take it; you don’t understand how it shatters me when you do.”

“I’m sorry Dylan, it’s just…well…I’ve never had anyone who cares about me as much as you do.  No one has ever wanted to share my life, until I met you.”

“Always baby, I want us to share our lives with each other, forever.  I want to hold you when you cry, laugh with you when you’re happy, raise a family with you and grow old and gray with you.”

I crawled over and sat on his lap, both of us naked
, loving, hugging and kissing each other.  My hands stroked his beautiful face as I took in the beautiful man I loved.  He understood me, what I wanted, what I needed and I prayed that we would always be together.  So much stood in our way but I had to believe for both of our sakes that we would make it.  As we sat against the wall holding each other, I told Dylan about my first day back at work and everything that had happened with David.  I explained how happy I was when I saw the picture of the two of us on my desk and then the beautiful flowers but how David had killed the moment.  Dylan was angry, no, beyond angry and promised that the situation would be dealt with.  I had no doubts about that and I didn’t want to know what would be done, some things were better if I just didn’t know. 

We finished a lovely a dinner of lasagna and continued
talking about each other’s day.  Dylan and Tristan had spent the day working on Stephanie’s attack and the hit that Stefan had put out on me.  Dylan admitted he didn’t think Stefan had actually put the hit out on me, that someone was trying to frame him.  It was just a matter of finding who would be so cruel to do such a thing and who would want to frame Stefan and kill me.  Dylan was worried, he knew that whoever was behind all of this was someone close and it was taking longer than expected to solve the mystery.  He had convinced me that I should quit my job until I was safe and I agreed to hand in my letter of resignation when I returned to work in the morning.  I would once again be dependent on a man for my survival; I hoped I wasn’t making the biggest mistake of my life.     

CHAPTER
7

David was in his office when I walked in the next morning.  He had that smug look on his face that told me he was please
d with himself and the way things had gone the day before.  I had no doubt in my mind that he was pushing me out for his own personal agenda, I just didn’t understand why.  He had always been such a nice guy but over the last couple of weeks something had changed with him.  He was already a manager so there was no way he could be interested in my position.  Judging by his recent attitude change, I got the feeling that he was jealous of Dylan and was taking it out on me. 

I sat, taking in the aroma of my flowers that now littered a good portion of my desk.  By the time Friday rolled around, there would be nothing left in my small little cubicle, not even a small trace that I had ever been there.  The thought made me sad but then I asked myself if I could realistically work for someone who thought it was acceptable to treat me like shit when I had done nothing wrong.  The answer was, no; I could not.
  I didn’t care anymore; all of my dreams were slipping through my fingers due to some asshole that was trying to kill me and my family.  I couldn’t put myself in danger and I swore to never be a victim again.  I wouldn’t allow my father, Stefan or the psycho after me victimize me ever again.   

With my letter in hand, I
took the elevator down to the thirty-eighth floor.  I took in a deep breath reminding myself that what I was about to do was for my own good.  I met with Donna in our HR department and as I handed her my letter she looked surprised.  She was even more caught off guard when I told her about the conversation that David and I had in his office.  She reassured me that my position wasn’t in jeopardy but I declined her offer to stay.  I told her that my decision was final and that I would be leaving Prescott Oil and Gas effective Friday just as my letter stated.  She reiterated her apologies, asking me to reconsider my decision once again as she walked me to the bank of elevators just outside the clear glass doors. 

 
David Turner awaited my arrival on the fortieth floor of my department.  He had a stern look on his face; like he was ready to crack and make me do every shit project he had waiting.  I laughed, knowing that I would be leaving at the end of the week.  I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do.  It really wasn’t my character to do something so blatantly devious but in this case I might make an exception.  A new found freedom, where I could flip David the middle finger and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.  I giggled to myself.

“Where have you been Brooke?  You’ve been gone for more than fifteen minutes which is past your allotted break time.”

“Excuse me David; I didn’t realize that my time was being monitored.  Since when did you start micro managing?” I asked feeling bold.

“I am watching you Brooke.  If you even so much as return late from lunch
I will have you terminated.”

“Well David, as unreasona
ble as that sounds, you won’t be needing to worry about my whereabouts anymore.  I just handed in my letter of resignation to Donna down in HR.”

“Oh,” he gave me a stunned look.  “When will your last day be with us?  I’d like to put something together, like maybe a good-bye luncheon.”

I rolled my eyes thinking,
is this guy serious?  Does he have multiple personality disorder or what?

“Don’t bother David.  I wouldn’t want to take time away from those that need to be working.  My official last day will be Friday.”

“Well it was kind of you to give a two week notice Brooke, I do appreciate that.  Would you be willing to train a replacement?”

“I don’t think you understand David, my last day will be
this
Friday, so no; you will have to train my replacement on your own.”

“Well…,” he paused.  “I guess it’s your right to do that.  Since you didn’t give the proper notice, you do realize that you will be ineligible for re-hire?”

I hated to pull the card I was going to pull next, but he had gone too far again and I was really pissed. 

“And you realize that I don’t give a shit right now about being re-hired, correct?  That I could walk out that door right now and not look back and deal with this shit that you’re dishing out.  Did you forget that I live with the owner’s son?  Do you think that I have no power over what happens to your position?  Right!  So you may want to take a different approach when you’re speaking to me.  Do you understand?  Do I make myself clear?”