Opening the door to her black four doors Nissan, she hurried in and waited for Nick to walk back in the bar. Hopefully He will have the decency to let this poor man be. Turning the key in her ignition she doubted her very own thoughts. It just doesn't make sense that he chooses tonight of all nights to show up, randomly. FUCK! She banged her head against the steering wheel letting it rest till the dull pain went away.
"Please don't do that lover. I happen to like that forehead very much and I don't like bruises on my body." Sophie didn't even bother to look up.
"Please don't kill him. He's really nice. I liked him a lot but he means nothing to me. No more than a passing flirtation. This is the first time we have gone out. I have to work with him and people will think it suspicious that he was out with me and he got killed the same night. So just forget about it. I'll quit my job and get another one...just please," she sighed and dared looked up at him.
In the bathroom she couldn't really focus on his face. He hadn't changed a bit. Dark black hair that even the night envied cascaded down his shoulders and back. It was neatly trimmed of course, not a strand out of place. Crisp clean black shirt hugging, no, suffocating the life out of the unnaturally buff mocha colored arms, giving no illusion of the muscles that lie beneath the silk stretch shirt.
Memories flooded her of how she used to grab a handful of it while his head place hovering between her thighs, making her cum that way countless times just as he almost did in the bathroom. She noticed the hard ridge of a perfect nose. The perfect soft pink lips that even most women pay for slightly plumped perfect for....things. He had Eyes of a dangerous man, and the face of a dark angel.
Gosh I can't even think straight with him so fucking near. Crap! What was I thinking about... she chuckled to herself then remembered what she was doing, pleading for a man's life. She willed her mouth to make the words that seemed stuck in the back of her throat.
"Please don't kill him. Please." She hated to whine but she couldn't help it.
"Oh, my dear Sophie."
The way he said her name as if caressing her from inside out sent chills down her spine all the way to her toes. She immediately looked away, not even giving him the satisfaction of knowing the kind hold he still had on her. She was a fool to think there was nothing there anymore. Of course there was hate...lots of hate. It was an emotion that kept her going. But in a sick twisted way love strangled that hate in less than five minutes of even knowing of his presence. " I know you do not have any feelings for him, but he touched my property. I must defend what's mine my love. How else am I to prove my undying love to you?" The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile showing the dazzling white teeth that looked too perfect for any human to have. A tear slid down her face. At least he cares. He reached out and caressed her face. His finger tracing the line of her jaw. "Please." Begging didn't become her at all, but know the life of some unsuspecting man was in her hands.
"Let him be." Her sadden expression pulled at his heart strings. He knew he was being an asshole. Leaning his whole body forward he sniffed and smelled the man's cologne on her.
Licking her single tear away, grazing her cheek with his he whispered in her ear, "You'll get your wish. I will not spill his blood tonight...." Sophie released a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding. "But if he is to ever lay eyes upon you again or is in the same airspace as you I will kill him. Is that understood my love." As he tucked a dark red curl behind her hear she nodded ever so aware of the not so little threat he posed. At least I managed to save one life tonight. She thought to herself. Letting her head fall to the crook of his neck she inhaled the familiar smell. Nowhere in the world had she ever smelled anything like him. His scent was like a mix of sandal wood and vanilla. She was addicted to it. Sliding her lips along the side of neck up to his chin she was reminded how much wanted to kiss those lips of his.
Just one taste surly could do no harm. The evil she whore in suggested Shit no I can't. Five gosh darn years this fucker has abandoned me. And now I'm playing right into his suave moves. In the car with Him five minutes and I'm ready to take him...again. Her ranting train of thought was interrupted by a warm hand make a trail straight up her dress. She jerked herself back and looked at him in pure astonishment.
"Seriously, after five years, no call, email, letter, text message, telegram nothing. And you want what? Sex?" she shook her head and laughed, "You got some balls I'll tell you that much." She turned and looked out her window. "What did you come for, your five year booty call? Well if that's the case please leave because you're not getting any of this tonight or any other night. Selfish asshole going to ruin a perfectly good date and wa"
He grasped her chin and yanked her face around so she was staring at him nose to nose. "Sophie shut the fuck up and drive to our house." Sophie's eyes grew wide at the way he just shoved himself back in her life. Our fucking house nothing. She thought to herself as she pulled out of the parking lot. I pay the rent, I take out the trash, and I buy the freaking toilet tissue. Me. Not you, douchebag.
"Lover your thoughts are betraying you. Once we get home I will release the tension from your body and mind. Won't you like that Lover?"
She didn't even look at him when she turned around, didn't even want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her. The way he used those terms of endearment always seemed to pour into her heart and make it pump out feeling of absolute euphoria. Starring straight ahead gripping the steering wheel for dear life, she didn't even want to respond. Taking a deep breath in, trying to gain control over the hormones that He was wreaking havoc on, she focused on the road ahead. Deciding to take back roads instead of the highway to prolong the blissful reunion, she stared at the naked road except for the trees on either side her. Emotions running ramped in her head. There were questions banging at her lips demanding to have their release. Pride was the only thing keeping the turmoil inside her at bay. "All this negative energy can be used .....in other productive ways, my dear. Did you think I'd forgotten about the love of my existence? The only one made for me and I her. You silly girl." He allowed his body to relax and sit back in the not so comfortable chair. Making a mental not to take her to the car dealership tomorrow and get her a new one, perhaps a nice little gps tracking wouldn't hurt. But then again not matter where in this world or the next he would find her. Stopping his mental assaults he was sending to her body he decided it was enough for now.
Pulling up in her reserved parking space and took the keys out of the ignition. With her hand on the car handle staring at one bedroom house. A kitchen with enough space to move around in and one in a half bathes. It wasn't much but it was hers. Close spaces didn't bother her. In fact it helped her forget how lonely she was and how there was no one else in the bed with her at night or no one to sit at a table to share breakfast with. At 24 she felt she was doing okay for herself.
Grabbing her clutch purse turning to him and mustering up courage that she borrowed from somewhere in the midst of her inner war she said in such a tiny voice barely above a whisper "Please take your shoes off before you enter my house. I'm going upstairs to bed. If your planning of staying the night make yourself comfortable on my couch seeing as I don't have another bed or blowup mattress."
Opening the car door she took sure strides the front door; she fidgeted with her keys before finding her house one. The spell of cinnamon spice assaulted her in the loveliest way. Something that always reassured her that this was her house, her home, her sanctuary. No one had control here besides her. Looking around her living room/dining room comforted every piece of furniture she picked out and all the assorted colors of knick knacks that were carefully placed about. She stepped out of her heals and threw them in the corner behind the door. Running her hands in her hair she started climbing up the stairs when she heard the door close. Please make sure you lock the behind you. She continued her assent and opened the door to her bedroom. Ignoring the shadowy figure sitting in the corner, she took of her dress, bra, and panties letting them all fall to the floor, deciding to pick them up in the morning. Heading to her bathroom she closed the door allowing her the pretense of privacy, she looked in the mirror. The reflection that looked back was one of a disheveled teenager. A sight she hadn't seen in five years. One she didn't think she would ever see again.
Turning around she dared a glance at the mark placed on her all that time ago when she didn't understand the gravity of her commitment to Him. It was glowing bright purple. It did that every time He was near. It was a constant reminder of who she belonged to. Sophie sighed and turned on the shower, reaching into the caddy she pulled out her shower cap. After securing her hair underneath she sat down in the tub and cried. She felt like the night two years ago when she finally gave up hope he would ever come back to her. The tears spilled so hard, chokes and sobs that would probably wake up neighbors, poured from her soul that night. Finally finding her soul mate, being so happy at the knowledge someone could love her so completely then to have that reality ripped away. Something that not even she would wish on her worst enemy. Why couldn't he just stay away, I was coping, I was trying to get better. I could have had a semi normal life. I mean at least I would have tried. And that what count right. Trying. The water stopped and suddenly she was whisked into arms that had abandoned her when she needed him the most. He walked back into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed disposing of the cap that held her abundant curls. Sophie's breath started to quicken realizing she was fighting a losing battle. There was no use fighting what was about to happen. He was going to take her, and she would let him.
