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The Deal Between Us Pt 02

The Deal Between Us Pt 02

by omichaels
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Chapter 11

Adrian Wolfe has some nerve waltzing into the town dance just to badger me yet again. Why can't he just leave well enough alone and understand the property is mine and I will fight tooth and nail to make sure it stays mine, even if that means bankrupting myself in the process?

I can't get away fast enough. Putting space between myself and that ogre is priority number one, and my ballet flats slap the sidewalk in my hasty retreat toward my house. Anger rumbles the sky overhead and judging by the way the wind whips around me tossing my skirt, I will be drenched before I make it up the steep hill of my driveway, but Gloria gave me a ride into town and I have no ride home. Since the dance is still going on and Gloria is probably enjoying herself, I have no choice but to walk.

A chill prickles my skin and I hug my arms over my stomach. The puffed cap sleeves of my dress offer zero protection against the wind, and I shiver as the temperature drops drastically by the minute. The storm will be a doozy, but hopefully there is no hail. I'll have nowhere to get out of the danger if it does.

I glance over my shoulder as I begin my descent down the hill. I have an eerie feeling I'm being watched, followed maybe. After that man showed up in my driveway harassing me, it's a very real possibility, but I can't go back. I won't give Adrian the satisfaction of knowing I am vulnerable. He thinks he needs to rescue me like some waif tied to a set of railroad tracks, but I'm anything but helpless.

When I moved to Johnson City, I had to live in my car for three weeks while I searched for an apartment after the one I put a deposit on wasn't ready. Didn't dare tell Daddy either or he'd have made me come back home. It worked out and I'm stronger for it.

This situation with the house is the same.

Light sprinkles begin, and they make my legs work faster, carrying me one hasty. step at a time homeward. With everyone in town at the dance still, there are no cars on the street, no one to flag down for a ride, so I tuck my chin and let the wind tangle my hair. Still the creepy sensation on the back of my neck that I'm being watched lingers. I move faster, trying to put it out of my head. Nothing bad happens in this town; I'm just imagining things.

After no more than ten minutes of walking, I see headlights crest the hill behind me and a car approaches. I'm freezing now, getting wet from the light precipitation ahead of the storm front, and honestly I don't want to walk the next mile by myself in the dark with a storm coming. And the chances of this being that horrible man hounding me for money my father owed him are slim. So I turn and raise my hand, and flag it around in the air. I don't recognize the car--until it stops next to me.

The black BMW is the last thing I want to see right now. I don't even bother bending down to the open window to tell him off. I turn and keep walking. I can't get in that car and let him rile me up over the property again.

"Eden, get in. You're being ridiculous. I'll take you home and say nothing more about the house. It's going to storm."

The rain drops grow larger, dousing me in heaven's tears, but I clench my hands into fists and keep walking. The car rolls alongside me at the same pace that I walk. The wind picks up too, bending the tree branches low enough to almost reach me. It's a bit spooky out here in the middle of the night with a storm approaching but I won't admit it to Adrian, who shouts at me from the open window of his car.

"Stop being so stubborn and get in."

I know I should get in. He's not a stalker or even dangerous in the least, and if the cacophony of the wind through the trees is any indication of how bad this storm is going to be, it would be the smart move. But I'm fighting against something bigger than Adrian Wolfe. Something bigger than my obstinate need to remain in control of my family property. I'm fighting myself. I hate him and I like him at the same time. If I get in that car we're going to argue more, and he's going to say something that makes sense, something I don't want to hear. That I really am struggling with all of this and I'm refusing to let anyone help me at all.

"Eden!" he shouts, as a bolt of lightning rends the sky above illuminating the angry tree line that reaches out to frighten me. The resounding boom of thunder shakes the ground I walk on, terrifying me and I yank that car door open and climb in while he's still moving.

Seconds later, as Adrian slams on his breaks, the skys open up and it rains so hard even with his wipers on full blast and driving only a few miles an hour, we can't see out the window.

"Shit," he hisses, turning his defrost on high to combat the moisture. I sit in the seat angry and shivering as the cold air coats my arms in a thick layer of goosebumps.

"I could have walked home."

"In this? I know you're stubborn, but you're not stupid, Eden." He turns on his high beams and uses the back of his hand to wipe at the windshield which has a heavy fog on it.

I'm not sure if I think that's a compliment or an insult but I take it as an insult. It's the only way to make sure I don't fin dmyself feeling vulnerable with him again. Everything he's said is true. I have no money to pay off the tax debt, and even though I can commute to my job in Johnson City and make the remainder of the mortgage payments, the amount of work needing done to the property is way out side my budget. I hate him for that, but I love that he is actually thinking about me needs going forward.

I am a literal walking paradox and my only reaction is anger, because anger is safe. "Just take me home."

"I'm trying. You know you are about the most stubborn person I have ever met."

I scowl at him. "And you're pushy and demanding and rude."

"And you're loud and--"

"Stop it!" I snap as he pulls into the driveway. His car starts the climb toward the house and I've had enough. "Just stop. I told you I don't want to sell my family property. What don't you understand about that. Leave it alone."

"I am only trying to help you, Eden. You have taken the mentality of this town a little too seriously. Pushing me away is a mistake." The car rounds the bend and stops, but the rain only picks up. I stare at the window unable to even see the house despite having left the porch light on.

"I don't need your help." I say it but even as the words leave my lips I know it's not true. I do need his help, just not the way he wants to give it to me.

"You don't even know what you need."

I'm so angry I grip the handle of the door, ready to spring out, but pings of hail hitting the roof and hood of his car stop me in my tracks.

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"Stay," he says, grabbing my wrist. "At least 'til that hail is over."

I want to protest and brave the storm to get to my safe spot cuddling Luna, but he tugs on my arm and I huff out a sigh. Instead of jumping out, I turn on him. I don't mean to. I'm not angry with him. I'm angry with myself, for failing so badly. Failing to be the person my parents raised me to be. Failing to communicate my emotions in a healthy way, and failing to cope with grief on my own.

"I'm not selling."

"Fine!" he spits out, but he doesn't let go of my wrist.

"And I don't want your money." My throat constricts.

"Even better," he says, pulling me closer.

"And I'm not falling in love with you." I clench my jaw at that one, because he doesn't know it but I actually am. And I have no clue why.

"And I'm not falling in love with you either." His voice softens as he says that and he pulls me closer still, until I lose my balance and practically fall into his lap. His strong hands grip my cheeks and he kisses me hard.

His lips part mine, searching my mouth with his tongue, and I am helpless to do anything but respond in turn. I want to kiss him. I want to do more than kiss him. In fact, I want to do more than kiss him every time I see him which is half the reason I'm so angry with him. If he'd only see that, maybe he'd back off of this ridiculous notion that he can tear down my family home and build a shopping center.

"Oh god," I breathe, getting to my knees. I lean over the center console and press my hand son his shoulders as I renew the kiss with vigor.

A clap of thunder barely distracts either of us. Adrian pulls the handle to slide his seat all the way back, and I climb on his lap and straddle him. He's rock hard, which either happened very fast or has been brewing this entire argument. I have to admit fighting with him turns me on a little too. It makes me feel strong and powerful, but in a way that allows me to be vulnerable and say thing I normally wouldn't.

"The hail stopped," he growls out even as he unbuttons his fly.

"Shut up and kiss me..." I cover his mouth with mine again and bite his lower lip.

He fumbles with his zipper, and I reach down to help, feeling his breathing growing heavier against my lips. I can feel the heat of his body radiating through the thin barrier of his clothes, and the sensation is intoxicating.

Our kiss grows more frantic, our tongues intertwining passionately as our bodies meld together. I feel his erection straining against me, and the thought of him inside me makes me moan softly.

The rain is still pounding down on the car, but we are oblivious to the storm outside. Adrian's hands roam my body, tracing the line of my waist and exploring the curves of my hips. I moan softly, a mixture of desire and frustration coursing through my veins. Our kiss deepens as he slides his hands up under my dress and hooks his finger around the crotch of my panties.

"These have to go."

"Yes..." I moan, nodding, then kiss him harder as he yanks the soft material and rips the crotch right out of the panties. I gasp in shock, but my surprise soon shifts to the feeling of his cock pushing into me.

Adrian's lips trail down my neck, and I let out a gasp, my eyes fluttering shut. I feel him pushing inside me, and the sensation is overwhelming. My hands grip the back of his head, pulling him closer as he continues to thrust, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. My breath hitches with every thrust, the arousal between us intensifying with each passing second.

The sound of the rain on the car exterior is drowned out by the rhythm of our lovemaking, the only sound being our heavy breathing and the squeak of the leather interior. Adrian pushes his thumb into my clit and I almost come undone.

"Oh god... please..." I moan, pleading for him to do it.

"Mmmm," he growls, and his thumb begins circling my swollen nub. I have no idea why I'm doing this or why I act like I don't want it either. My mind is a whirlwind of contradiction. Hate him or love him, I don't know. At this point he just needs to make me come.

"Do it... please..." I bury my face in the crook of his neck and let him take over, thrusting upward from beneath me in and in no time I feel my body tensing and my orgasm breaks over me, sucking me in. The pleasure drowns me in its tidal wave, and I cry out in a mixture of ecstasy and relief. Adrian's rhythm doesn't slow, but he pulls me closer, my thighs gripping his waist, our bodies pressed together in a perfect symphony of skin and heat.

"Adrian," I whisper, my voice hoarse from the gasps and moans. "I..."

He silences me with a kiss, his lips bruising mine with the force of his passion. And then I feel him release, his hot semen spurting inside me, filling me completely. I gasp, my body quaking with the intensity of it all. It's overwhelming and incredible, and I don't even stop to think until I feel him draining out of me. I sit upright with shock and stare at him.

"What did you do?" My body should be melting into him, draped over his chest in afterglow that bonds us together. Instead it's rigid and verging on panic as his dick grows soft inside of me and our sex puddles on his slacks.

"What did I do? You just jumped on me and went to town. You never even stopped to ask for protection."

If I weren't shocked right now, I'd love the way his hands rest on my thighs. But I'm upset and confused and infuriated and falling for him and my hand has a mind of its own. I reach up and smack him hard, then grab the door handle and yank on it, pushing the door open.

Rain drenches me instantly, and I don't even stop to think what it might do to the electronics inside the door. I need to get away from him before my heart betrays me again. I can't do this. I'm not going to be weak.

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"Eden, please. Let's talk..." He reaches for his seatbelt but I slam the door in his face and run through the rain to the house. The hail is done and so is the damage. Adrian Wolfe is too addictive--too dangerous. I can't be that woman now. I have to be independent and strong. How else will I save my family legacy?

Chapter 12

This old building has seen better days. The roof leaks in almost every unit; paint on the exterior is chipped and faded. Inside there are water stains and mold in at least half of the units and even the parking lot needs an upgrade to asphalt due to the massive cracks in the concrete. I'm looking at it as an alternative to the Hartley property, though seeing it firsthand up close and personal, I realize it needs more work than Eden's homestead ever could.

The realtor stands with hands in pockets and a toothy grin. He's been in touch with the owner of this little shopping plaza and knows they will sell for the right price. Probably because it's in such desperate need of repair I'd sink a half million into it to fix it, or I'd have to demolish the whole thing and rebuild.

"How many units total?" I ask him, matching his pose. We stand in the only empty unit in the plaza staring at the black water ring on the wall.

"Eight units, but this one is vacant," the realtor says, gesturing at the dilapidated space around us. I nod, taking a step closer to inspect the water stain on the wall. It's an eyesore, a testament to neglect and abandonment.

"But like I said," the realtor continues, a hint of excitement in his voice, "with some investment and a little TLC, this place could be turned into a gold mine. Think about it, Mr. Wolfe. A revived shopping plaza right here in our town. It could be the heartbeat of the community once again."

I glance out the grimy window, envisioning what this place could become with a little love and attention. The realtor's words echo in my mind, stirring a flicker of excitement within me to continue pursuing my project. A revived shopping plaza, bustling with life and energy, where locals can come together and support each other's businesses would definitely benefit the town. But I don't want revived. I want new, and this place will never be "new" again.

"So the other seven units are rented out to shop owners?" I've been in a few of them, the coffee shop and the bakery.

"Yes, Mr. Wolfe," the realtor confirms with a nod. "The other seven units are all occupied by local businesses. We have a bookstore, a boutique clothing store, a pet groomer, and even a small art gallery."

I listen intently, imagining the community that could flourish within these walls. The town's pride and joy, though, that leaves a lot to the imagination. I look around at the dilapidated state of this unit and skepticism creeps into my thoughts.

"What about the tenants? Are they willing to invest in renovating their shops?" I inquire, my eyes still fixed on the water stain. "And why have the owners let it go?" As I ask my questions I walk toward the front door and push it open, letting him pass by me as we step into the fresh air. I'm grateful for a breath that's not suffocatingly full of musty damp odors.

"Well, as I said they're from out of town. They pay a property manager I believe, but I can find out the details if you'd like." He slicks a hand across his head and glances up at the sun overhead baking us.

"Yeah, get me more details." I'm not excited about the idea of putting seven shop owners out of business during renovations or even a complete rebuild of the property. The Hartley property is looking more and more like the only option if I'm going to settle in Elizabethton.

The realtor's head pops up and he scowls briefly before plastering a fake smile on his face. I turn over my shoulder to see what he could be looking at and see a lanky blonde woman approaching. She's a bit older than me, tight curly hair cut short around her head, and clings to her purse like someone is trying to mug her. Her scowl makes me skeptical this will be a pleasant conversation.

"Mindy," the realtor says with forced pleasantness and exasperation in his tone.

"Now, Hank..." She glances at me and looks me up and down from head to toe, then turns to Mr. Brown. "What do we have going on here?" Mindy's head sways like a bobble head dog, taking in the front of the shopping plaza. It's as if she's the town mayor here to investigate something suspicious, not just a concerned citizen wondering what's happening. I don't know Mindy, but unless she's the owner of this building, she's not entitled to know my business.

"Well, I'm just showing Mr. Wolfe here the plaza." Hank, whose first name I didn't know until Mindy said it, wrings his hands together. He's clearly had some sort of run in with Mindy before and is nervous. Sweat beads on his forehead and it's not just because it's nearly ninety already this morning.

Mindy turns to me and does another once over, and in a very Karen-like fashion says, "Have you spoken to Mark Albers? Because I think he may have something to say about this."

"With all due respect, ma'am, Mark is the fire chief, not the bank." If I had a hat I would tip it to show respect, but Mindy seems to be out for blood.

"Well I got a call from Becky and she tells me you're thinking of buying this place. You can't go runnin' seven businesses out of town to bring in your big box store. We won't have it." Mindy yanks her purse strap up on her shoulder father and the creases in her forehead deepen.

I've had my share of interactions with stubborn locals, but Mindy may be my toughest one yet. If Becky--the cafΓ© owner--called her in already, it means the shop owners are already on edge and worried. I take it as my que to step away and rethink things. I don't want to cause a scene here over nothing, and it seems the locals aren't interested in fixing up their old town.

"Mr. Brown, send me those details. I'll be in touch." I nod at Mindy. "Good day, ma'am."

Walking away, I picture the shopping plaza completely rebuilt and thriving. In fifteen years no one will even look back and call this moment a travesty, but Mindy is right. Ousting seven business owners will hurt them personally, while working with Eden to get her out of that money pit of a property will only affect her in a negative way, and only emotionally. If she can only see that if she gives up the property she'll be free and it will help the town, she'll understand I'm trying to help her.

I climb into my car and fire it up. Mindy is still railing on the poor realtor and it looks like she has no intention of stopping before sunset. I've met her type before and I pity the poor man, but I'm grateful I excused myself when I did.

Now, if Eden won't come off the property I will just have to wait until the bank does something with it when she can't cough up the final twelve grand in a few days. It doesn't make me happy to know how it will affect her. That part discourages me. I don't want to see her hurting or grieving yet another loss, but her grief over her parents isn't allowing her to see clearly. And after chasing that man off her property, I know it's the right thing.

I just don't know if that guy is going to come back again, and what he'll do if or when he does.

Chapter 13

This old tractor has seen better days. It barely started for me when I climbed on it a few hours ago, but it's still kickin' after mowing the lower pasture. The wobbly rocking of the seat makes my back hurt, but I need the grass knocked off before the rains that are already closing in again. Spring here is a crapshoot when it comes to yardwork and storms pop up randomly at least once a day.

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