Tortured Beginning (6 page)

I cling onto him, as he leans on me trying to calm his breathing.

"Damn woman, the things you do to me!"

I chuckle as we pull apart from each other. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah. We need fuel, so we can continue our night."

He looks at me with those sexy ass eyes of his, they make me melt. I grab his t-shirt and put it on. Then walk into the kitchen and start pulling out the eggs, cheese and ham to make us omelets. As I'm getting everything ready, I can feel him watching me.

I turn and smile at him, "What?" I ask.

He smiles back, "I realized that I don't know much about you. Tell me about yourself."

"There's not much to tell. I work all the time, and I love to listen to great bands at bars." I give him my sexiest smile.

"Well I know you have great taste." He winks at me. "But tell me something personal."

"How about you tell me something? I have been wondering for a while."

"What's that?"

"What's your name?"

He chuckles, "It's Nico."

"Nico." I say trying it out. "I like it."

We get quiet and I turn to see that he walked into the living room. I glance over to see him looking at all my framed pictures on the wall, lost in thought. I know I probably upset him by not opening up, but I don't open up to men. It hurts to much to let them in. I like Nico, but he knows I don't do relationships. I told him that the first night we hooked up. I shrug my shoulders, he will have to deal with it.

I plate up our omelets and take them into the living room, I hand him one.

"Thanks."

"Yep."

I sit on the couch and he sits next to me. We both start eating, not talking. Damn, why can't men just be men. No feelings, no attachments. I'm going to enjoy the rest of the night and keep my distance for a while. I only wanted a night of sex, not this crap. I look over to see him looking at me, he sets his now empty plate on the coffee table.

He smiles, "Hey, sorry to ask personal questions. I know you told me from the beginning you don't want a relationship."

I shrug, "It's fine."

"Okay. I was only thinking it would be nice to get to know each other, a little."

I nod and set my plate on top of his. Instead of answering him, I close the distance between us and kiss him hard on the lips. He starts kissing me back, then pulls away from me. I look at him confused.

"Sorry doll. Am I spending the night?"

"Well since it's already early morning, yes."

"Let's take this to your room."

He grabs me and pulls me upstairs. Once we make it to my bed, I pull off his shirt I am wearing. He takes of his boxers and joins me on the bed.

"Now where were we?" he asks.

He grabs me and pulls me to him. I try to kiss him and he shakes his head at me. He starts kissing my neck and works down to my breasts. He sucks on my nipple, then gives the other the same attention. I moan with pleasure, running my hands through his hair. He works his way down my stomach and kissing me as he works his way down. When he reaches my thighs, I pull up on his hair to bring him back to my face.

He looks into my eyes, almost searching for something. I'm not sure what and right now don't care. I grab his head and pull him down to my lips. I start scratching at his back, wanting him inside of me. I can feel him hard on my thigh, when he pulls away from me. He grabs me and flips me over onto my stomach.

I look back at him and smile wickedly at him. I get up on my knees, hearing him rip open the wrapper of his condom. I grab the headboard, in time for him to slam into me. He grabs me on both sides of my waist, squeezing me hard. I groan from the pleasure of his roughness.

Knowing that I like it rough he grabs the back of my hair and yanks me back. I scream, loving it and claw at his thighs. He flips me over. Now facing him and rams back into me with so much force, I swear he could break me in two.

He kneels, still inside of me. He pulls my legs and puts them on his shoulders. As he pushes deeper into me, I am bent in half. I claw at his arms with the pleasure and he starts pumping into me faster. I feel my pleasure building, I scream with the release of my orgasm. He pushes harder and faster into me and then groans with his own release.

Nico rolls off me and goes into the bathroom. I look over to see that my clock says it's already six in the morning. I don't have to work today, thank god. I roll over and feel myself drifting off to sleep. The bed next to me dips with the weight of Nico coming back to bed, he puts his arms around my waist to cuddle. I pull his arm off of me, I'm not one to cuddle. He sighs and rolls over to face the other side of the room. I know if he wasn't so tired he probably wouldn't stay. I pull the covers up to my chin and drift into nothingness.

I wake up after a couple of hours of sleep. I look over at Jaylah and sigh. Man, someone really messed this girl up. I wish I could break through the wall she has built around her. I like her, but I don't know how to get in there. I'm hoping if I keep coming around that I can chip away at it. But after the cold shoulder last night, I'm going to get out of here.

I have my share of skeletons in the closet. It's hard to let someone in. But she is different, for the first time in a long time I want to let someone in. I know she isn't ready for that, so nothing will change until she is.

I need to leave, shower, eat and get to my day job. I love being in my band, but it doesn't pay all the bills. I get dressed, look over at her sleeping and would love to run my hand over her face. But I don't think she would like that either and I don't want to wake her. I shake my head and leave.

I wake up to hear Nico's bike start and drive off. I roll over onto my back and sigh. I hate that I push people away, but it saves me from heartache later on. If I don't have feelings, they can't hurt me. I get out of bed and throw some clothes on.

I walk into the kitchen, make a pot of coffee and head outside for a cigarette.

I shower and get dressed. Anne and I are off for the weekend, which is nice. This is one of the rare times we both happen to be off. With us trying to take more days off, we try not to do them together, unless we are doing something together. I get dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. I take one last look at myself in the mirror and smile at myself. I haven't felt this normal in a while.

I walk downstairs and look out my front window toward Anne's house. Her car is in the driveway still, but that doesn't mean she's home. I decide to walk over and see, I want to know what happened with Wyatt. I know I could text her, but I want a cigarette. I grab my keys, and lock the door behind me.

As I walk across the street, I look both ways for cars. I notice that same car, with someone sitting in it down the street. I wonder who that is, could it be Ben? I keep walking to Anne's, up to her front door. I knock loudly, as I'm smoking. I peek through her front window and notice there is no movement. She must not be home from Wyatt's yet. I put out my cigarette in the ashtray that Anne leaves for me.

I walk back towards my house and notice the car, again. I take a deep breath and decide to walk towards it. I keep getting a shiver down my back as I walk closer. I start hearing music playing from the car, it sounds like Joe Bonamassa. That was always one of Ben's favorite.

As I get closer, I can make out the face more. Once I see who it is, I stop in my tracks. He gives me that smile, the one that use to melt my heart. Now it only gives me the creeps. I straighten up my back and decide I have to say something to him. I can't be afraid of him forever.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"That isn't a very nice hello. Why so upset? I was only sitting in my car."

"Ben, you know you aren't supposed to be around me."

"I am the required distance from you. Come sit with me and talk. I miss you," he says as he pats the seat next to him.

"Fuck no!"

"Come on, I won't hurt you. I want you back, I'm no good without you. The band broke up a couple of months ago, so I have had a lot of time to think. I know I was shitty to you at times, but I promise it will be better," he smiles hopefully at me.

I can almost see a glimpse of the Ben I fell in love with. I have to mentally shake myself. "Look, we are done. I don't know how many times I have to say it. Stop bothering me, leaving shit in my yard and don't send me anymore of your fucking flowers," I spit at him, trying to control my temper. I don't want to draw attention to us, small town people like to gossip.

"I see that you are upset. Maybe when you calm down we can talk," he smiles back at me.

I take a deep breath, "Ben, leave me the fuck alone!" I start to walk away, before I say anything else.

"I will talk to you soon," he yells from his car, as he starts driving.

I walk as fast as I can, not looking around to see where he is. I get to my front door and fumble with the keys, my hands are shaking so much. As soon as I get into the house I slam the door behind me, lock it and peek out the window. As Ben drives by, he looks right at me, smiles and waves. I turn around and slide my back down the door.

"Fuck," I say to myself. I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. What the hell am I going to do? I hit my head against the door a couple of times, in hopes of clearing my thoughts. I sit there for what seems like forever. I hear my phone going off, from upstairs. Damn, I left the house without even taking my phone with me.

I get up and take the stairs two at a time. I find my phone in the bathroom on the counter, where I left it after my shower. I look at the screen to see that I have a new text. I open it to see who it's from.

unknown   11:42am

U looked beautiful, by the way. See u soon. <3

"Fuck," I say to myself. I don't know how the hell he got my number. I made sure it was unlisted after everything that dick wad put me through. Now what? I need to call Detective Ryan and let him know what is going on. I dial his phone and listen to it ring. I was about to hang up when I hear it click.

"Hello, this Detective Ryan."