Seeing Red (The Dark Love Series) (10 page)

             
Should I believe him, or should I stop before I get my heart ripped out completely?

             
Option one: leave him before I get my heart broken. This option feels impossible because, no matter what, he has to be in my life to protect me. It's his duty. I love him too much to give up on him. I would never forgive myself. I would never recover from that loss.

             
Option two: believe him. Should I believe that he didn't do anything with Ora? Would it be the right thing to do after what I saw?

             
I think back to that day. The day I walked in on Andrew and Ora.

             
I remember dropping my water bottle on the ground at the sight of Ora in her black bra and panties. Her body was pressed up against Andrew's, with her hands wrapped around his waist. Their eyes were connected onto each other's. Andrew's face looked angry. He had his hands on her shoulders. Was he trying to push her away? Ora could be older, making her stronger than him. She was seducing him with force.

             
Oh shit. Maybe he was telling me the truth. I need to go talk to him.

* * * *

I walk into Andrew's house without knocking. I'm in too much of a hurry to see him. I make my way to the living room to check to see if he's silently watching the flames in the fireplace.

              My eyes go wide. I shake my head. Ora's here, and she's sitting right next to Andrew. “What the hell, Andrew?”

             
“Nina!” Andrew walks toward me. “Before you question what's going on, I was talking to Ora, and telling her that she needs to find somewhere else to stay.” Andrew looks over at Ora. “Actually, she was just leaving.”

             
Ora glares at us and runs out of the house in an instant.

             
I shake my head and start walking back toward the front door to leave.

             
“Nina,” Andrew shouts to me. I ignore him and continue to walk toward the door. “Please talk to me.”

             
Blinking away tears, I turn around and face him. “What the hell do you want, Andrew? What?” I scream. Tears are blurring my vision.

             
“Ora was a mistake. She came into my room in her bra and panties. She kept trying to kiss me. I told her to get away from me. She wouldn't listen, Nina. She is a conniving bitch,” Andrew shouts back.

             
“Is that it?” I ask calmly, as I still hold the tears in my eyes.

             
“I don't want anyone else, Nina. I only want you. That was a mistake to let her in this house, and it will never happen again,” Andrew cries.

             
What do I do when the person I love is standing in front of me, crying for me?

             
My tears try to break loose. “After everything I have been through, how could you do this to me, Andrew?” I yell.

             
“Nina, what don't you understand? I didn't do anything! She's the one that tried to seduce me, and it didn't work,” Andrew shouts at me.

             
“You sure the hell looked like you were enjoying it!” I shout back out of anger. I don't believe the words that slip out of my mouth. It was a mistake.

             
Andrew begins to breathe deeply and shake his head. He licks his lips and takes a deep breath. “Can I show you something?” Andrew asks.

             
“No,” I say immediately. “I have to leave. I can't stay here.”

             
“Please.” Andrew walks closer. “Give me three minutes of your time, and then you can leave. That's all I ask for.”

             
“Fine,” I say. I just can't help myself. “Three minutes!”

             
Andrew runs out of the room, and is back in an instant. He has a guitar. He walks into the living room, and I follow him. He sits in a chair and faces the unlit fireplace.

             
“This song makes me think of you.” His hands start gliding over the guitar, and a familiar song starts playing. It's “Only You” by Tesla.

             
“In a world far from perfect,” Andrew sings. I fight my tears from falling out of my eyes. I can't let him see me cry.

             
He keeps singing and it's getting harder and harder to fight the urge to start bawling my eyes out. This song is so emotional. It's so strong and deep. The singer talks about loving and wanting only one girl.

             
Andrew continues to sing the emotional song by Tesla, about wanting me and no one else.

             
I start crying. The tears start flooding out of my eyes, and they're uncontrollable. How can I resist him? It feels impossible right now. Andrew looks so irresistible with the guitar in his hands, and his beautiful voice.

             
The song ends, and I am a complete mess. He really does love me. He wouldn't do something so awful to me. He would never. He could never.

             
Andrew looks down at the ground. “I don't want anybody else, Nina. I love you. I love you with all that I am.”

             
I continue to cry. “I know, Andrew. I know.”

             
In an instant, he is right by my side. I look up into his dark eyes and see passion and love filling them.

             
Andrew grabs my waist. His forehead touches mine. He's my one and only.

             
He bites his bottom lip and I smile. I want to feel his body on mine. I want to connect to him. I want to feel him inside of me. I want to make love to him.

             
His hands find my face and he slams his lips into mine. Passion fills the air. Love fills my body. I feel a tingling sensation on my lips.

             
Andrew grabs me and runs to his room. In a second, I'm laying on his black, silk sheets, with his body caressing mine.

             
I rip his shirt up and over his body. My hands travel around on his back, gliding against his delicate skin.

             
Andrew picks me up, and gently slides off my shirt, and throws it on the floor. He unclips my bra and adds it to the pile.

             
My hands make their way down to the button on his jeans. I start tugging for it to come loose. Finally, the button gives in! Andrew slides his pants off, and then moves to mine.

             
I'm laying on his bed, staring at him standing there naked. His body is incredibly sexy.

             
He take my pants off and literally rips my panties off. I didn't like those ones anyway.

             
He smiles at me as he starts crawling on top of body. I feel his naked body against mine. It feels right. My body starts to shiver with goosebumps. Andrew doesn't realize the way he makes me feel inside.

             
His lips find mine and slam up against me. Oh. My. God. This man is too sexy. He's making my toes curl and my body tingle.

             
“I want you, Andrew. I want you so bad,” I whisper in his ear.

             
At that instant, I feel him inside me. We start to make passionate love to each other.

* * * *

I lay my naked body against his. The silky sheets feel cold against my skin. I like cuddling up in his strong arms and laying on his chest. He makes me feel whole. It feels so perfect. His skin touching mine makes a cold sensation fill my body. I feel his finger make circles on my arm.

             
“That was amazing,” he gasps.

             
I giggle. “I know. You make me feel amazing.”

             
“It's because I am truly making love to you,” he admits. “I want you to feel like it's not just sex, it's more than that. It's two people making love to each other.”

             
I smile. He knows the perfect things to say at all the right moments. “You make me blush.”

             
“I see your face glowing. You're perfect in every single way, my love.”

             
“I think we're perfect together, lovey.”

Chapter 13

He's Back

Dear Diary,

             
Depression. It either hurts, or it hurts enough to cope with. It feels like a constant struggle, but I'm learning how to deal with it slowly, as the days pass. With depression, all you can do is hold on and be strong.

             
Today, depression isn't a thought in my mind. It has floated away into the air and I'm hoping it doesn't return.

             
Andrew and I had the most amazing time together last night. We made love. It wasn't sex, it was love making. He made me feel different, better. It's like he took the pain away and threw all of it into the open wind.

Love, Nina

* * * *

Today is the day I have to go back to school after the long and crazy weekend I experienced. I'm really hoping no one remembers me being at that party and making a huge fool out of myself. I was completely intoxicated, and not myself at all.

              I don't understand why people enjoy getting wasted. You either end up in the toilet, or have the biggest hangover in the morning, sometimes both. I guess it's addicting and fun to some people, but not to me. I will never do that again. That was humiliating and sickening, literally.

             
I drag myself out of bed and throw on some clothes. I continue with my normal morning routine.

             
I go downstairs to find Ali cooking breakfast. I inhale the delicious smelling food and smile. She always cooks me pancakes. I could live off of blueberry pancakes.

             
“You look happy this morning,” my mom notices.

             
“I'm just hoping today will be a good day,” I continue smiling. “How are you doing?”

             
“I'm good. I have been working on a new painting. It's suppose to potray a wildlife theme. I'm just not sure which animals I want to include in the painting. Any ideas?” Ali asks as she hands me a plate of food.

             
“Hmm,” I mumble. “What about a lion protecting her cub?”

             
“Good idea, baby. I like the way you think,” Ali giggles. “I'm excited to start painting. I have the best idea!” Ali walks over to me and kisses me on my cheek. “I have to get started right away. Have a wonderful day a school, honey!”

             
“Thanks,” I laugh. “I'll have a blast in school,” I joke.

* * * *

I pull into the parking lot at school. I'm nervous to walk through those hallways. People are probably going to remember how much of a sloppy mess I was last weekend. Someone is bound to say something. I'm hoping that everyone was as drunk as I was at Kali's party. If so, they won't remember a damn thing.

              I take a deep breath and decide to spend the next few minutes thinking. I shouldn't have shown up to school so early.

             
I can't wait to see Andrew. I wonder where he is. I haven't heard from him since last night. He usually waits at the front doors for me to show up.

             
I check my rear-view mirror. He's not there. I wonder where he is, and why he's ditching school today. That's not usual of him. If anything, he would have at least shot me a text explaining everything.

             
I just want to see his beautiful face and his dark eyes. I want to walk through the hallways with his hand connected to mine. I want to feel his body against mine. I miss him already.

             
The first bell rings and brings me back to reality. Uh oh, I'm going to be late for class if I don't get my ass up now. Maybe I'll see him at lunch time. I know I'm already looking forward to it. My stomach is already starting to growl at the thought of those delicious salads that the school has.

             
I hear my phone ring. Someone texted me. I check my touch screen phone and Andrew's name pops up. That gives me butterflies. I love reading his name on my phone.

             
I'm not going to school. Sorry. I will make sure I am there to have lunch with you. I love you, my forever.