Stoned (The Stone Series) (11 page)

From:
Sydney Cooper

Subject:
Mixed up letters 

Date: May 2
4, 2012 4:39pm

To:
Damian Stone

Day…I think you have mixed up your letters and instead of a W you meant to type B! You know the saying “Birds of a feather” right? Because I am under a spell as well. Sorry your meeting sucks I am on my way to get drapes for the living space. I can’t wait to see you…hope it won’t be too late.

Syd

My last stop for the day is for drapes. I choose to have a pair of French pleated tri-color drapes made for me to match the area rug. The woman running the store is very sweet and says she’s slow at the moment and can get them done for me by tomorrow. It doesn’t hurt that I offer to pay her a huge fee and promise to use her in my future designing jobs, or that I mention my new friend, Mr. Stone.

Another email must have come through when I was in the store.

From: Damian Stone

Subject: Letters

Date: May 2
4, 2012 5:17pm

To: Sydney Coope
r

Do not call yourself a bitch ever again and never think that I would either. These people I’m with fucking suck! If it’s too late do you not want me to come?

Damian Stone

CEO, Stone Empire, Inc.

I wait until I am in the lobby of the apartment building to reply…

From: Damian Stone

Subject: Any time, any way…

Date: May 2
4, 2012 5:58pm

To: Sydney Coope
r

…I can have you I’ll take it…that’s how strong the spell is; Day and you have no idea how hard it is for me to admit that. I’m afraid of how bad this can hurt me.

Syd

I rush back to the apartment to get ready for Hard as Stone. I find the apartment empty, the bookshelves completed and a note from Pete saying the flooring is all set and he’ll be able to
start first thing in the morning. I’ll have to head out to get paint when I wake up; I’m thinking a tan color to coordinate with the area rug.

I jump in the shower, do my hair and makeup and grab my duffle bag. When I head out and jump in a cab I notice a text from Damian…
Will never hurt u promise. feeding these fuckers now… c u as soon as I can…let’s talk 2night about some things…D…

I don’t respond because we pull up to Hard as Stone to find the place packed. I can’t even see the front of the building as I walk to the employee entrance and slip inside unnoticed. At first I was worried that it was the reporters and that they had found out who I was and that I work here but then I notice that they are just regular guys and a few girls waiting to get in. Clark is standing at the bar and I head in his direction to find out what all the hype is about. Maybe there’s a Hollywood actor scheduled to be here tonight.

“Hey Clark, what’s up with the crowd? You can’t even see the front of the building from outside there’s so many people.”

“It’s for you, sweetheart. We always post the schedule of when girls will be on for the regulars and word about you has gotten out. They’re here to see you, honey. Hope you brought your A game tonight” he says.

I head to the back, get changed and stretch out. I have four hours of dancing ahead of me. My first set begins and I don’t stop dancing until my shift is over. When I’m finished I’m tired, my muscles are sore but my psyche feels invigorated.

Clark tells me that they want Leslie and
I to do a set together beginning tomorrow night so we’ll have to work out a routine tomorrow during the day. I go into the back, clean the makeup off my face, get changed and find a bouncer to put me in a cab. It’s a rule we have, we are not allowed to walk out of the club alone in case some head case is waiting for us thinking we’ll give them a good time in the back alley. I am so tired from four hours of dancing but my adrenaline kicks in when I check my phone and find another text from Damian.

Texted u hours ago u never answered…where r u? on way 2 u now c u by midnight

I fly out of the cab and through the front doors of the apartment building right at midnight, not even taking note as to whether there were reporters there taking my picture or not. I run up the flight of stairs not wanting to wait for the elevator. I punch in the code on my door and half expect to see Damian standing in my apartment but the space is empty. I go into my bedroom, put my duffle bag away and get changed into my heather gray cotton V-neck t-shirt and white lace trim shorts. I go into the bathroom brush my teeth, fix my hair and spray on my perfume before I hear my ringtone for Damian.

“Hey Day. Where are you?”

“I’m pulling up out front now. I didn’t want to scare you knocking on your door this late. I’m sorry it took so long. Do you want me to just go home?”

“Of course not. Let yourself in, I’ll be in my room” I say before I hang up with a smile spreading across my face.

A few minutes later I hear my apartment door open and then Damian is coming into my bedroom as he says, “God, I need you.” He lunges for me, pushes me up against my wall and kisses me deeply with a strong desire I have never experienced. He pins me to the wall with his hips and I can feel his very hard and very large erection pressing into me. I put my hands on his chest and he pulls back and looks at me for a minute before speaking as if he’s trying to conjure up the right words. “Sydney. I. Oh, God. I want you so bad but I have this feeling that if I try anything more than this you’re going to run and I’m going to lose you, and I can’t lose you.”

“Day, we need to talk. Let’s sit down. Okay?” I ask.

We sit on my bed and I manage to be brave enough to ask him what we’re doing. He tells me that he has never had a girlfriend. He says he’s been with a lot of woman but never in a serious relationship. He says the thought of it scares him, he doesn’t know if he can do the relationship thing but that if it’s what I want he also can’t risk losing me. I tell him that for someone who thinks they can’t do the boyfriend thing he does a damn good job of it.

“Damian, we’ve only known each other for a week and you’ve already acted like a better boyfriend then any girl I know has ever had” I report.

“I just want you to be safe and happy and I’ll do anything to make that happen. Maybe we can just continue to take things slow, you know, one step at a time.”

“Sure. Let’s take things one slow step at a time. By the way you look great in that suit.”

“Do I now? Well, I hate to disappoint you but I think I’ll go slip into something more comfortable” he says like an actress from the 1920s as he leaves me sitting on my bed wondering what that talk really accomplished.

Damian returns wearing his standard t-shirt and sweatpants and climbs into bed next to me.

“I know we just said we’d move one slow step at a time but I was hoping you’d make out with me until we’re too tired to keep our eyes open then let me hold you in my arms while you sleep again.”

I don’t bother to speak, I lunge at him on my bed and he pulls me on top of him. We are laying flush against each other. His hands are tangled in my hair and I am running my hands through his. Our mouths are all over one another, on each other’s mouths, eyes, necks, ears, noses, throats and chins.

We do as he wanted and make out for a very long time. The whole time with me laying on top of him able to feel his excitement growing rock solid between us. After I don’t know how long we finally tire and start to slow our kisses, Damian finally pushing me to my side and spooning me, holds me to his body and we fall asleep in each other’s arms again.

I am woken by another nightmare. This time it’s the spring of 2007 and I am a junior in high school. Ryan usually ignores me during the day and finds me at night but Robert and my mother are out for the day and Ryan knows it. He has two guys over so I figure I’m safe. But I should know better than to ever think I am safe in this house. By now I am counting the days till I can leave for college, I am already planning on going away, far away. Maybe I’ll go to California and put the space of the country between us.

I am in my room listening to a new CD when Ryan and his friends come in. I assume he wants something from me, like for me to cook them food or ask me for money so they can go score some drugs but he has that look on his face that I know all too well by now. “Show time” is all he says and he lunges at me. He slams me down on my bed and has my shirt over my head and my pants down before I can even react enough to protest. His two friends are standing at the foot of my bed and I can’t understand why they’re not helping me. When they start cheering him on saying, “Give it to her man. Fuck her good” I know why. One of them says, “Get her ready for this” and he takes his erection in his hand and starts pumping it while Ryan begins to assault me. He does it harder than ever before trying to show off.

Just as his friend is saying, “Get out of my way” and about to climb on top of me we hear a car pull into the driveway. The boys run from my room but at the door Ryan turns back and says, “Until the next time we’re alone.”

I can feel the pain in-between my legs from the harsh assault I just withstood but the embarrassment of having that done to me in front of his friends is even worse. I lay in bed and cry while I rub myself trying to get some relief from the pain.

I wake up breathless with a start to find Damian sleeping next to me and I remember our time making out for hours before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. The aching is still there in my vagina and I realize it’s not the same pain caused by Ryan years ago. This pain is a longing. I am swollen and wet and in need of something I have never had before, I suspect I need an orgasm, a good long mind shattering orgasm.

I have never allowed myself to masturbate or have an orgasm, to feel the sweet sensation of the build-up and release. I moan in frustration and Damian stirs next to me. I think it’s time to move this
relationship toward activities with more gratifying endings and I am planning on telling him that when he wakes up.

Unfortunately when he awakes he says he needs to tell me something and I forget all about my aching lady parts and a hard ball begins to grow in the pit of my stomach. Is he going to tell me that he’s married and his wife will be home tonight so we need to end this before it even got started? Maybe he’s going to confide in me that he’s really gay and was just using me as his beard. Or maybe he’s going to tell me the truth; he doesn’t want to be with me. He turns me to face him and gently kisses my bruised lips and we both wince slightly.

“Too much making out last night, huh? Your lips are puffy” he teases.

“Yours too” is all I can manage in reply as tears are threatening to fall.

Damian tells me that this deal he’s working on is not going his way and he needs to go to California until Sunday. He asks if I’ll be okay here while he’s gone and he promises to Face Time with me. I tell him I’ll be fine, I’ll be busy with this apartment and then I have graduation on Sunday. He says he’ll try to be back for the graduation, he gives money to the school and was supposed to be there. He tells me he can care less about that but wants to be there to watch me get my diploma. I tell him its fine, my dad’s coming and I’ll have to spend time with him anyway.

“I’d like to meet him. If I’m back I’ll take you both to dinner, okay?”

“Sure, but don’t rush back just for that. I’ll be fine. My own mother isn’t even coming”

“What’s up with that?”

“Don’t ask. Not now, please. It’s all part of the horrid story of my life that has left me with scars I can’t even think about let alone share with you yet. I’m sorry, I’m trying, okay?”

Damian shakes his head as w
e clamber out of the bedroom in search of coffee and Damian makes one of his magic calls that makes it appear on my doorstep along with muffins and juice this time.

We eat together and then Damian checks the time on his phone, he has to pack and head to the airport. He says he’ll miss me and that I should behave myself. At that command I look at him questionably.