Running From Destiny (3 page)

“Well, since you two know ea
ch other, I’m going to head up. Good night Mr. Bentley.” I nod at Heather and make a hasty escape.

I walk. No. I run to the elevator.
I push the button over and over hoping that would make it come faster, which realistically I know won’t happen. After what seems like hours, the doors finally open and I step inside. Thankfully, I’m alone.

“Whew, what the hell was
that?” I ask myself. Oh wait. Heather. That’s what the hell that was. I shake my head in disbelief, even though Heather is totally believable. Whatever. Like I said, she’s a gold digging.....never mind. I love her and that is all that matters.

I push the door open to our suite, the
door slamming closed behind me. I drop my still wet clutch on the dresser and flop on the bed. “Why did I come here? I don’t belong in this world. I need to be at work, keeping myself busy and making money. Heh. Money. Bet The Suit has plenty. No wonder Heather couldn’t wait to get her grimy little claws in that succulent slab of beef.” I fold my arm over my eyes and take a deep breath.

I’l
l always be Heather’s sidekick. Why I bother anymore I don’t know. We can be in with a big crowd and the guys flock to her side. I just kind of hide in the back and pretend I’m not there.

After a few minutes, my phone b
eeps indicating a text message. I debate ignoring it, but since it may be important, I’d better check. I reluctantly slide off the bed, kick my shoes off and grab my clutch off of the dresser and crawl back on to the bed. Eww, still wet. At least I know the water didn’t screw up my phone.

I swipe the unlock button on
my iPhone, my favorite splurge. The text there is from Heather.

H - Get your ass back down here! It’s party time! Oh, and Jackson has been looking for you.

A- No, staying in. And he was not looking for me, he has you. Cya later.

Then silence. No reply at all. Hey, wasn’t that a song by Genesis? I shrug my shoulders and drop the phone on the bed next to me. I change into my sleepwear, brush my teeth and wash my face, then settle into the amazingly comfy bed.

Chapter 4

Heather is
always playing the matchmaker. One of these days she’ll figure out that I’m just not guy material and that I’m not interested. Humph, not real interested anyway, but she claims I have self-esteem problems. Maybe she’s right, but my history backs it up. Take Ryan for instance.Rya
n
fuckin
g
Parker, douche bag of the century. Thought he had it all, tried to take it all too and when he got kicked in the nuts, he went ballistic.

Before I even got out of his way, the back of his hand whacked across my face
, spewing blood to the ground. He shoved me down to my knees and pressed my face to his crotch. “You will suck my dick you whore! No one. I mean NO ONE says NO to Ryan Parker!” He screamed at me.

Ou
r
relationshi
p
had started out well enough. But ended tragically. We met at the Apple Store, waiting for a Genius to assist us with each of our purchases. I was splurging on the iPhone 5 and he was getting an iPad. We had started talking and once we were both done, we headed down to Ruby Tuesdays at the mall for dinner.

We laughed and had a good time.
I should have known that something was wrong. No guys ever strike up conversations with me in public places. Maybe it’s my personality and the fact that I don’t look anyone in the eyes. I’m not a personable person. I get along with women but freeze up around dudes.

Secretly I had hoped he
was gay.

Anyway, we finished dinn
er and he walked me to my car. He leaned into kiss me and I backed off. I never kiss on the first date. Just my mantra. Keep them waiting, it’ll be worth it.

He seemed okay at the time, understanding even
. We exchanged numbers, though I had no intention of calling him and I knew he wouldn’t call me. Since I hadn’t put out on the first date, that usually signified the first date was the last date. He only got my number to be polite.

Surprisingly enough though, he called two days later and a
sked me out for Saturday night. I reluctantly agreed, figuring I had nothing better to do and I didn’t feel like working late again. Instead of having him pick me up, I offered to meet him at Temptations, a club not far from the mall. They had a Def Leppard cover band that night and I had really been wanting to see them.

We enjoyed the show, screaming like girls, danci
ng around and drinking heavily. Once the show was over, we walked out to my car. We stood at my door and Ryan leaned his head down, slanting his mouth over mine and captured a kiss. It wasn’t a bad kiss, but it wasn’t a melt your panties kinda kiss either.

In all my life, I’ve learned one thing; if the kiss doesn’t send fireworks through your body, then yo
u won’t be compatible sexually. And there were fireworks all right, duds. Nothing, zero, nada. I pulled away from him and thanked him for a great evening. He had this look in his eyes, like a devil or something. I don’t know, but I wanted no part of it. He pushed his rock hard cock into my abdomen and whispered in my ear. “Your place or mine?”

I thought immediately
,
CHEESY!
!
Guys really use that line?

“Um, Ryan.” I looked up at him.
“Thanks for a great evening, but this really isn’t working for me. I like you, you’re a nice guy, but I’m just not that into you.” Yeah, I know. Another cheesy movie line, but it was all I could come up with at the time. That’s what I get for sitting at home alone in front of the television. Movie quotes were as suave as I got.

He pushed into me again, harder and grabbed my hair behi
nd my head and jerked it back.

“Ouch! What the hell?”
I screamed and pushed on his chest, trying to push him back. “Back off!” I continued. “What didn’t you understand about the words NOT INTERESTED?” I screamed back at him. By this time, others were filing out of the bar into the parking lot, but so far no one had looked our way.

Ryan then put his hand on the top of my head, trying to push
me to my knees. “Bitch, after the money I spent tonight, you will suck my dick!” I tried to squirm out of his grasp but he was so much stronger than me. “You know you’ll never get it anywhere else. I happen to like chunky bitches, they give the best head.” He continued to push me down.

I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and ended up on my knees on the concrete at his feet, th
e gravel digging in to my skin. He reached for his zipper and started to pull his dick out, right in my face. I turned away and screamed, “NO! Get off me!!” I managed to stand up and planted my foot directly on his crotch, when he bucked over I punched him in the face. Yeah, I know. Real lady like, but I was tired of putting up with his shit. He lunged after me, grabbing my hair and I screamed as his fist met my nose with a crack, blood spewing through the air.

Thankfully, the bouncer at the door heard
me and came running to save me. Like I needed saving. Yeah, I guess I did. He was so much stronger than me and I didn’t have the strength to fight him off. Between the alcohol I had consumed during the evening, and fear, I was sunk. The bouncer pulled him off me and shoved him toward the door, toward an off duty cop waiting just a few steps away. He was cuffed and escorted off the property.

“Are you okay?” The bouncer asked, join
ed immediately by another cop.

“Yes, thanks.”

“Come on back in, Officer Heard here needs to take your statement.” He said as he handed me a towel to place on my nose in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. I never knew a nose could produce that much blood! “Do you need an ambulance?” He asked, but I just shook my head.

I followed them in and finished up, before I went home
. What a way to end the night. “You may get a call during the week to come down to the station and file an official statement.” I nodded as I left. The excitement and fear totally sobered me up and even the officer didn’t question my ability to drive.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, rubbing my
temples. Damn these headaches. Why tonight of all nights to get one?

I was just about to drift off to sleep when the door to the suite s
wings open. In flocks Heather and a hand full of folks, obviously from the party downstairs. I’m warm and snuggly in the bed and in my jammies. Shit!

“Heather!
What the hell....oh shit?” I sit up, covering my chest with the blanket, blinking my eyes and trying to adjust to the light. “Can’t you see I’m in bed, Heather? Who are all these people?” I peer at them through squinty eyes and there he is. The Suit.

“I told you to get your ass back downstairs and when you didn’t come, I decide
d to bring the party up here!” Heather joyfully, and drunkenly announces.

“Heather, you’re drun
k. What the hell were you thinking? I told you I was going to bed. Geez.At least take everyone out into the other room and let me get dressed.” I glare at her with my bes
t
You’re so gonna get it look. A look I’m very proud of and tired of using on her.

“C’mon guy
s and gals, to the Bat Cave!!” She slurs as she points to the other room like the Lone Ranger or something, her friends follow behind her and I remind myself to smack her in the morning. That’ll feel real nice with the hangover she’s bound to have.

I take a deep breath and prepare to yank the covers off of me but look up instead, The Suit is
still standing in the bedroom. “Excuse me.” I shoot daggers at him. And he chuckles.

“There y
ou go, excusing yourself again. You do that a lot, huh?” The corner of his lip raised and his eyes sparkled.

“Umm, I’d like to get dressed so I can beat up Heather, if that’s okay
with you.” I spit back at him. But he doesn’t leave, he comes toward me. No. He stalks toward me, like a tiger, or lion on a mission or something I’ve never seen before. It frightened me. Some. He sat down on the corner of the bed and stared at me. Stared! What the fuck does he want from me?

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“I’m sitting on your bed, imaging what you sleep in and hoping very much that you’re naked under those blankets.” His eyes scanning the blanket that I had pulled up to my chin.

I’m stunned. Flabbergasted. Dreaming, maybe? I poke him in the arm. Nope, not dreaming.
“Um, I have on pj’s. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to get dressed. I have a murder to commit.”

He laughed.
Oh my God! He’s laughing at me, but he doesn’t move. His eyebrows raise as his eyes scan my body. Maybe his ex-ray vision still works.

“Get o
ut.” I say with a firm voice.

“Okay, but only if you insist
, sweet girl.” His voice is growly, like a cave man or something. I want him out of my room and off my bed.

“Yes, I ins
ist. Get out before I scream.” I’m shaking by this point. How could Heather just bring him up here and let him stay in here? Where the hell is she? Oh, I shoved her out the door along with her gaggle of friends. Why did this dude stay behind and why didn’t Heather come get him?

Shit.

He gently runs his finger along my jaw, down to my chin and proceeds to trace the edges of my lips with his finger. Holy cow. I need him to leave now, this is not happening. He stands and turns to leave, but as he gets to the door he speaks again, that damn growly, rough voice. “I’ll be right outside. Don’t keep me waiting.” And poof, he was gone. Though, I have a feeling he’s not gone far and if I don’t hurry up, he’ll be back in here in a flash dragging me out of bed.

“Who in the hell does he think he is?”

I jump up, grab my clothes and head for the en-suite bathroom. I look at my face in the mirror. Damn. I look like I was run over and hung up wet. I look at my watch and realize I had actually been asleep for over an hour. And here I thought I hadn’t even dropped off yet. I splash some cold water on my face to wake up. Then a bit of concealer to cover up the attractive crease on my right cheek, obviously were my pillow had been. Wow. They must be having a big ole laugh at me right now. I throw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, as well as my grande boulder holder. Can’t head out there with the girls on display.

Taking a deep breath, I throw open the door and march my way out into the living area of the hotel room, on a miss
ion to find Heather. I count 6, no 7 people sitting around, drinking and talking. Holy crud, what does Heather think this is, a night club? I don’t see The Suit, so I move as gracefully as I can through the room straight to Heather.

She’s sitting on some bloke’s lap, giggling a
nd practically drooling on him. Real mature Heather. I tap her on the shoulder. “Ally baby! There you are! Join the party!” She slurs at me, obviously very drunk. She stands up and attempts to hug me, almost falling and pulling me down with her. “Heather! What the fuck!” I scream.

By
this point, I’m beyond angry. The room silences. Eerily silenced. You could hear a pin drop. “What’s your problem Al? I thought you had decided to lighten up a little. Cut loose, have fun?” She looks up at me through long, thick lashes that forgive me pleas
e
look in her eyes.

“What’s MY problem?
You really want to get into this now?”

To tell you the truth
, I can’t stay mad at her long. But my anger is going to last a whole lot longer this time around as I can’t remember being this furious before. “Heather, I was sleeping. It’s after ten o’clock and...” She cut me off.

“Alexandra Louise Sanders.
Listen to yourself. Ten o’clock? Really? You stay up later than this at home, watching David Letterman, or Johnny Carson....or whoever.”

Daggers.
Again.

“Heather Michelle Langley,” Since she decides to use my full name in front of complete strangers, “I
’m tired and I have a headache. I just want to go to bed. I’m not a partier like you, and had I known we would have a room full of drunk people, I would have never agreed to come with you.”

Apparently the word “
headache” draws The Suit to me. I can feel him behind me, the warmth of his breath skirting across the back of my neck. I stare at Heather and her eyes brighten like she’d just seen a puppy or a baby or something cute. Argh, I hate that look. Then two warm, strong hands land on my shoulders and squeezed. Oh no.

I
can’t figure out for the life of me why he’s even here. I don’t know him and not completely sure that Heather knows him, but she brought him up to our room. Can we say ‘stupid’? As those hands squeeze and massage, I let out a soft moan. Oh God, did I just moan? Lord help me, please. I step forward and turn around to see that yes, it is The Suit. “Did I hear you say you have a headache, Alexandra?”

Why in the world
did he call me by my full name? I hate my name. Ally is bad enough, but it’s better than Alexandra. Thanks Heather, for divulging my full name. I can’t speak and it takes a lot for me to hold my tongue. I step forward and turn around to see the most enchanting green eyes. “Wh…what are you doing?” I whisper, not wanting the entire room to hear me stutter.