Obsession (Part 2)
Chapter  One
HER POV
I could feel my throat closing as the phone dialed out. Maybe I should just stop trying to get in touch with him. It’s pretty obvious he doesn’t want to speak to me anymore…. Just like all the other ones before him. They come around asking for a good time and then ghost me. I’m usually so good at keeping my guard up, but this one managed to get under my skin.
“Charette Design. This is Mr. Nash’s office; how may I help you?” My hands shook and I couldn’t bring the words out of my mouth. “Hello? Is anyone there?” she asked. I looked at myself in the mirror, willing myself to talk.
“H-H-Hi. Umm… is Sylvester there?”
“He’s in a meeting right now. May I ask who is calling?” Of course, he is. He’s been in meetings the last few times I called.
“It’s…. Diamond.”
“Would you like me to leave a message for him Ms. Diamond.” Yeah, like this one will even reach him. I have yet to receive a message back yet from the last couple of times.
“No, that’s okay. Just tell him that I was trying to reach him,” I said, quickly hanging up the phone. I was shoved forward and my lipstick fell out of my hand. When I turned around, Luna had her arms crossed.
“You’re in my way bitch,” she said, with a smirk.
I stood to my feet, but paused when her grin grew two times in size. She knows I’m on probation. One more fight with the girls and Donna said I’m out of here. All of them have been on my ass since I’ve been picking up extra shifts and ducking in on their men.
“Next time just say excuse me,” I replied, turning back around. I picked up my lipstick and finished applying it to my lips.
“Well next time don’t be in my way,” she said, shoving me. Then she skipped into her dressing room and closed her door. I gripped the edge of the table, trying to control my temper. Just a few more months of this shit and I’ll be able to get out of here.
“Don’t worry about that slut,” someone said. I turned to the table next to mine to see Destiny curling Spice’s hair. It’s sad that I don’t know any of these women’s real names and we’ve been working together for so long. “She’s just picking at you because she heard Donna talking about how you’ve been picking up all the slack,” Destiny replied.
“I really haven’t. I just need the extra money.”
“Shit, we all do. With my day job and taking care of my brothers and sisters… by the time I get here, I’m exhausted. So, I really don’t mind if you’re working harder than the rest of us.” Spice said, while applying some foundation to her face. She happens to be one of my favorite dancers. She’s even taught me a few moves.
“What do you do? During the day,” I asked. Luis came through the beaded curtain, bringing everyone their first round of drinks for the night. He placed my three shots of Patron and two white pills in front of me. I thanked him before popping them into my mouth.
“I’m a teacher over at the elementary school up on 3rd street.” My eyes bulged open.
“Aren’t you afraid of them finding out what you do at night?” She laughed and so did Destiny.
“Oh, honey please. Half of the kid’s parents, I find in here most week nights when they’re supposed to be working late. And I definitely let them know that I have their wives on speed dial, so they best keep their mouths shut. I even caught the principal in the private rooms a few times. Gave him a couple lap dances and I was able to keep my day job.” Wow, that is insane.
“What about you?” I asked, turning to face Destiny.
She shrugged her shoulders. “I have three mouths to feed and I work at a grocery store. My ex-husband is a dead beat, so I had to do what I had to do. I make most of my money here.” I looked down at my hands. And here I am thinking that I’m the only one struggling.
“What about you, sweet pea? You seem like a pretty smart girl. What are you doing in this shit hole?” Spice asked. I grabbed my second shot and threw it back before answering.
“I just finished paying off all my bills and I’m flat broke.” They both went to speak, but stopped when Donna stepped in the room. She was much older than all of us. I found out that she started working here when she was eighteen. The makeup she wears literally looks like it’s tattooed on her face. She was a tall broad- shouldered woman, with a permanent scowl on her face. My skin tingled when her eyes landed on me.
“I need you to work the floor tonight Kid, Rhinestone just called in sick. Luis give you those pills?” I nodded. “Alright, let’s get to work then. Looking good Spice, love the new costume,” she said, leaving the room.
“Thanks Donna. Tell Al that I’m using track three tonight,” she shouted after her. I heard Donna yell something back, but couldn’t make out the words. All three of us stood up and worked on the finishing touches of our costumes. “Looks like you’re with the Big Dogs tonight, sweet pea. Hope you can keep up,” Spice replied. I gave her a nervous smile and took my last shot. I could feel the wave of relief come over me as the pills started to kick in. Just what I needed. I followed the two women out of the beaded curtain, bracing myself for the night.
****
His hand came down hard, giving my ass a swift smack. I swear men chose when they want to listen. The sting sent a jolt through my body, but I kept moving with the music. I could feel him slip another bill into my G-string and his hand slid over my thighs. Then I felt his hardness against me as he whispered in my ear.
“Why don’t we get a few more drinks and get out of here.”
“My shift isn’t over until three,” I replied, shouting over the music. He was a big greasy looking man, with whisky breath and a serious case of B.O. None of the other girls would look his way so he came to me.
“Come on angel,” he said, grazing my breast. “I’ll make it worth your while. Five hundred should cover the rest of your night, right?” I am going to need one hell of a shower after this. Then the door to our private room opened and Luis stepped in. Since Donna is too cheap to hire a real body guard for the girls, he bounces back and forth between security and bartending.
“Times up,” he shouted. Thank God.
“Oh, come on man, that was barely ten minutes,” the guy shouted. I bent over to pick up my money as the two of them bickered with one another. I scurried out of the room, but stopped when Luis grabbed my arm. “There’s a guy here to see you.” Me? No one comes here to see me… the only one that ever did was Maxwell. Sweat beaded on my forehead.
“D-D-Did he say who he was?”
Luis shook his head. “Only that he was a friend. He’s sitting at booth five.”
I nodded and asked him if he could bring me three more shots. My heart pounded as I made my way into the back. I stuffed the crumpled bills into my knock off Prada bag and slowly made my way back out to the floor. I looked around the room, to see who was here. There were a few recognizable faces of men who were regular customers. They screamed and threw money for Luna as she swung around the pole like there was no tomorrow. One of her signature moves… Then I spotted the man over at booth five. Spice and Destiny were trying to talk him into a dance, but he continued to nurse his drink. I couldn’t make out his face until the red strobe light cast a shadow. Those dark eyes, sexy bed head, sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his tattoos. I can’t believe he actually came to see me…. And here while I’m working. What was he thinking?
Spice and Destiny finally gave up and made their way into the crowd as Luna’s performance came to an end. My palms started to sweat as I made my way over to his booth. Moisture built between my thighs as he spotted me. Lust and anger sparkled in his eyes. Was he angry? I stopped in front of him unable to speak.
“What are you doing here?” His question took me by surprise and my mouth fell open.
“I could ask you the same thing. You know this is where I work.” He stood up, hovering over me. Good Lord this man is fine. I bit my bottom lip trying to hide the fact it was trembling. All I want to do is wrap myself in his embrace… he has no idea how hard these last few weeks have been not seeing him.
“What happened to the assistant job?” I rolled my eyes.
“Well, if you returned any of my calls… you would know that I was overlooked. They wanted someone with more experience.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but his icy glare gave me chills.
“What calls?” I swayed a bit as I laughed out loud.
“I’ve left you a few messages at your office. Sometimes I would just leave my name.”
“Which name?”
“Why does that matter?” Luis brought my three shots and placed them on the table. I thanked him and took a seat. Sylvester rubbed his hands over his eyes and I was finally able to see how tired he was. It looks as if he hasn’t been sleeping. Welcome to the club.
“Depending on the name you used means everything. It has been so busy at the office. I told them if a woman named Raven called, then to let me know immediately. Kim has been on vacation the last two weeks so I’ve had a couple temps running around, trying to keep everything organized.”
“Oh…” Well, that explains why he never answered me back. But it takes two people to have a conversation.
“Why haven’t you called me?” Sylvester took a seat and gestured toward one of my shots.
“May I?” I nodded and he quickly threw the shot back without flinching. “You really do have great taste in liquor.”
“Thank you.” We both fell silent, looking around the room. Then he reached forward, letting his knuckles brush against mine. Just that little bit of contact sent my hormones through the roof. I forgot how intoxicating he was.
“I wanted to give you that time with your mom. I wasn’t sure when it was appropriate to reach back out. But then one of my temps told me Diamond called and I just knew you were still working here.” The tone in his voice dripped with disgust.
“And what’s so wrong with that?” I asked, drinking my shot. Then his face was blocked by a glittered body sitting on the table.
“Hey there handsome. I haven’t seen you around before.”
“Really Luna?” She whipped her dark hair over her shoulder and it nearly hit me in the face. “We’re having a conversation.”
“Looks to me like he’s pretty bored, so I thought I’d just come over and save the day,” she replied, pushing up her cleavage. The nerve of this bitch. “Why don’t you come in the back and I’ll give you a real show.”
“No thank you. If you’ll excuse us,” Sylvester said. His eyes never once met hers and that gave me a surge of joy. All the guys usually wanted Luna to talk to them. But not this guy…. not My guy. She gracefully slid off the table, wagging her behind in his face.
“Come find me if you get tired of the amateur,” she replied, walking away. I got up to go after her, but Sylvester grabbed my arm.
“The battle has already been won my dear.” I exhaled and sat back down to take my last shot.
“Sorry, she drives me nuts. She makes me hate working here.”
“Then why are you still here?” I shrugged my shoulders. He wouldn’t understand. “Come work for my company.” Whoa, did not expect that to come out of his mouth.
“I have a job….”
“Shaking your ass for a bunch of drunk men and a few dollar bills is not a job,” he snapped.
“Yeah, well it’s gotten me pretty far and paid most of my bills. I don’t need to be the next girl you take care of off the street. I can handle things myself!” He bit his tongue, holding back what he really wanted to say.
“I don’t like these men touching and looking at you, Raven.” My heart fluttered a bit.
“Sounds like something a boyfriend would say.” His eyes met mine and I held my breath. His vulnerability kills me sometimes. “What makes you think I’d fit in at your office? I barely fit in here.” He leaned forward to reach into his back pocket. I watched as he slid the white business card across the table toward me. The sharp blue lettering caught my attention.
“I’ll make sure you fit in… and if anyone has a problem with it, then they will have to deal with me.” His stare was so intense that I had to cross my legs. God, he literally turns me into a waterfall every time he speaks. A hand came down on the table in front of us, breaking me out of my daze.
“I’m not paying you to make small talk, Kid. Either he pays for a dance or you start working the floor,” she said, looking between the both of us.
“Sorry Donna,” I replied, standing up.
“Those pills kick in yet?” I glanced at Sylvester and his eyes were on his empty glass. I nodded. “Good! Tonight, is going to be a busy one. There’s two bachelor parties coming in,” she said, before walking away. I exhaled, turning back to Sylvester, but jumped when I saw him standing right in my face. He grabbed my chin before using his flashlight on his phone to check my eyes. I quickly backed away, stumbling over my own two feet.
“Did you take something?” I looked over toward the door as a bunch of men came crashing through. “Did you?” He growled.
“Relax! It was just something to help my nerves. I take it all the time.” His eyes turned a shade darker and were stone cold. “I have to get back to work, Sylvester. I’ll see you around.” I quickly walked away before he could protest. Fear and arousal swarmed through my body as I ducked back into the dressing room to change. Holy shit…. That was a major proposition and I have no idea what I’m going to do.
HIS POV
My skin itched… almost burned as I watched her grind on that prick in the corner. It took all of my will power to keep me at this table. I knew she was going to have some kind of a hold over me, but this is too much for one man to handle. It’s just as bad as the coke addiction. I never want to go back to those days. But Raven… My woman, has become my new addiction. Since she walked out my door that night a month ago, I haven’t been myself. Sleep hides from me and I’m lucky if I get four or five hours without jumping awake. Dear God, she’s going to be my relapse. I’ve kept my distance to see if I could break free of the hold. Part of me was grateful that she didn’t call. The other part…. Well, I don’t even want to go into that. When that temp told me, her name was in my message log, I pushed my last meeting to tomorrow morning, just so I could find out where she’s been.
I clenched my glass as the man’s hands rubbed all over her thighs. Why am I torturing myself? I could just walk out the door and disappear from her life for good… but what would that prove? That I’m just as much a coward as I’ve always thought. This is my punishment for not reaching out to her sooner. My empty glass was replaced with another Scotch.
“Thank you,” I said, not taking my eyes off Raven.
“She’s not into it you know.” I looked up at the busty woman before me. It was one of the dancers that came to talk to me earlier. Her hair was the color of cinnamon and she was wearing half a maid’s outfit. The back only showed a string thong.
“Excuse me?” She took a seat in front of me, bringing her own glass to her lips. Then her eyes landed across the room on Raven.
“Diamond. She knows how to separate herself from the job. She’s a pretty smart cookie.”
“Well, she seems to be enjoying herself,” I spat out. I brought the glass to my lips, but placed it back on the table.
“All part of the job, babe. We have to build up the fantasy to make these men think that we actually want them. Gets us bigger tips. As far as Diamond… she keeps her eyes closed most of the time. I taught her that trick. Helps you visualize that you’re with the person you really want to be with.”
I looked over at her again and noticed that her eyes were closed. I wonder who she’s thinking about… and then they fluttered open to meet my gaze. She bit her bottom lip while running her hands over her breast. She’s dancing for me… I could feel myself raise against my slacks as my palms began to sweat. Fuck… she’s so hot.
“You make sure you take care of her,” the woman said. “She’s a good one.”
“I will.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Sylvester.” My gaze broke away from Raven’s to meet hers.
“You know me?”
She giggled. “Not personally, but I kind of figured you were the guy she’s been calling all this time.” I bowed my head in embarrassment. If only I returned those calls. “No need to be ashamed. We all have busy lives. I’m Spice by the way. Nikki if you want to get all formal,” she said, standing up.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I replied. I watched her walk back out into the crowd. I looked down at my watch to see that it was almost midnight. I was out of my seat and across the floor before I could stop myself. When I reached Raven, I grabbed her arm and dragged her over by the private rooms, ignoring her protests. Then once we were out of sight, I ground my mouth into hers and she opened helplessly beneath me. I could feel her body go limp against mine and I let her scent consume me. She always smells so sweet.
“Oh Sylvester… I missed you,” she whispered.
“I missed you too sweetheart,” I said, recapturing her lips. My God, I needed this…the fix I’ve been yearning for. Her lips were like velvet, with a hint of strawberries and Patron. My cock ached to get free as I squeezed and rubbed her behind. She moaned into my mouth as her hands moved frantically underneath my dress shirt. I reluctantly pulled away, nipping her lip as I let her go.
“I expect to see you tomorrow morning at nine. Wear something office appropriate.” Then I stepped away from her and quickly rushed out of the club before I lost myself in her completely.
Chapter Two
HISÂ POV
My phone was ringing off the hook by the time I made it to work. Today we were going over the blueprints for the new museum up in Boston. It’s something I have been looking forward to all year. Once I explained to my father how untrustworthy John was, he got rid of him before he officially retired. It has been two weeks since I started running my father’s company and it has been one hell of a ride. Edward has been a great help with clients since I made him my business partner.
When I walked into the conference room, Kim had all of the folders set out along the table and a fresh pot of coffee brewing. An assortment of bagels and mixed fruit were also set out along the back table. She smiled and gave me a typed-up document.
“Good morning, Mr. Nash.” I grunted.
“Kim, it’s still Sylvester. I’m not ready to actually be my father yet,” I joked. “And good morning, how was Hawaii?”
“Stunning. It was a much-needed getaway. I hope I didn’t miss anything important,” she said, making me a cup of coffee.
“Not at all,” I said, taking a sip. Oh god, that’s refreshing. I ended up being awake most of the night after my moment with Raven. She has become an itch that I can’t seem to scratch. “Although, I do have someone coming in this morning for training. If you could just show her the ropes, I would truly appreciate it. If she doesn’t show up, please let me know.” After that kiss, she better fucking show up. I’ll have her over my knee faster than she can say the word sorry.
“What is her name?”
“Raven Briggs,” I replied, unloading my briefcase. I looked through my files to make sure I had everything ready for the meeting.
“Oh, your lady friend from the art exhibit?” I glanced up to see her smirking.
“That would be her.” The phone rang again and Kim quickly answered it.
“Mr. Stallins is on his way,” she replied, hanging up. I took a deep breath and exhaled. “You got this sir.”
“I hope so Kim.” I really hope so.
****
The meeting was going well. I only stuttered a few times, but I managed to get by it. Edward really picked up during the conference calls, showing how capable and knowledgeable he was. I’m really proud of him and will have to raise his pay for sure. With his help, we can fly up to Boston and start the renovations by next week. We were wrapping up the meeting when I noticed a few of the guys staring out toward the glass window. My mouth dropped when I saw that they were looking at Raven. She wore a short- sleeve white button down with the top two buttons undone. Her black pencil skirt was tight, showing off the roundness of her behind and stopping at her thighs. I could actually see her face because her hair was slicked back into a bun. I didn’t know whether to punish her or pleasure her.
A few of my colleagues whistled and shared a few sly comments. I could murder them all. Right here with my bare hands. I cleared my throat trying to get the meeting back on track.
“Is that Raven Briggs?” Evan Stallins asked.
“Yes. She’s training to become Edward’s assistant.”
“She is?” He asked. I glared at him and he quickly reverted his eyes.
“Maybe I should have hired her. She would have been some serious eye candy for the office.” A few of the men agreed and my blood boiled.
“Gentlemen, would you please excuse me,” I said, making my way out of the room. Kim met me by the door with a worried expression on her face.
“I tried to stop her Sylvester, but she insisted that it would be alright.”
“Thank you, Kim. If you could just make sure everyone in the meeting is okay on refreshments. I will be right back.” Raven caught my eye and gave me a genuine smile. My pulse went through the roof. If only she knew… Kim stepped into the room, closing the door behind her and Raven took her place.
“Good morning.” Her voice was sweet and she smelled like fresh peaches in July.
“What in God’s name are you wearing?” I asked, eyeing her all the way down to her ‘fuck me’ pumps. My cock was so hard that I had to keep readjusting myself. Her scent entered my nostrils and I couldn’t think straight.
Her eyebrows shot up in confusion. “You said office attire. I didn’t have time to go shopping, so I used one of my costumes from HP.” Her lips were a maroon red, making them look plump and kissable. Holy hell… this is definitely my punishment. Having her in a place where I can’t even touch her.
“You do realize that every man in this office is staring at you right?” I said, trying to keep my temper under control. I gulped as her fingertips ran down my red tie.
“Even the boss man?” she asked, with a wink.
“I’m serious, Ms. Briggs.” I took a step back, trying to keep a safe distance from her. Lord knows if no one was around, I’d ravage her right here on Kim’s desk.
“So am I, Mr. Nash.” Her voice sent a shockwave through my body, straight to my groin. “I’m used to men looking at me. You need to be as well if we’re going to be working together.” I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to distract myself from her breast. Two smooth round breasts that I’d love to bury my face between. She bent forward, organizing the papers on Kim’s desk and I nearly burst through my slacks. Focus Sylvester….
“You need to change. Now.” I ordered. Her piercing stare could cut through glass.
“Why?” She placed her hands on her hips. “I’m only doing what you asked me.”
“Your outfit is distracting…”
She let out a giggle. “To whom?”
“I’ll have Kim take you shopping, so you can pick out a few things,” I said, reaching into my wallet. She placed her hand over it, pushing it back.
“I’m good. I’ll talk to you later, boss man.” She brushed her behind over my cock as she made her way past me. My men’s eyes followed her down the hall and I bowed my head.
“What do you want me to do with her?” Kim asked. I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face.
“Just try to keep her in the mail room for the next few hours. Then take her shopping during lunch and use the company card.” She nodded and trailed down the hallway as well. This is going to be a long day.
***
The meeting and the never-ending phone calls did nothing to distract me. I stayed in my office after my meeting, just to avoid seeing her. Just the flutter of her eyelashes would make me bust a nut. That kiss last night was the most action that I’ve gotten in a month. Some women approached me, but I couldn’t bring myself to even flirt with them. Raven had me in a cold sweat…. The hair stood on the back of my neck whenever I saw her walk past my office. Each time I imagined fucking her against the glass door… Have her screaming my name and begging me not to stop. I rubbed my hand over my pants, trying to ease my erection. God, I need some kind of release or I’ll never finish the day. I leaned back in my chair, grasping my cock in my hands.
Her legs were spread out on the table. Blouse half way open, showing off her glorious tits. Her hands swept down between her legs as she whispered my name. I groaned as her sweet musky scent filled my office walls. I replaced her hands with my own, circling her clit. Sweat beaded along her chest as her nipples poked through the thin fabric. Fuck she looked so sexy. My heart raced as I felt myself getting close….
I stopped when I heard a knock at the door. Quickly I adjusted my pants, throwing my jacket over my lap. The door slowly opened and there she was. Raven stepped into my office, closing the door behind her.
“Hi,” she whispered. I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper to distract myself. I scribbled don’t look at her over and over again.
“Is there something I can help you with?” I kept my eyes on the paper.
“I just wanted to check in with you… see how I’m doing on my first day and all.” I could hear the uncertainty in her voice, but I kept my eyes away from hers.
“I haven’t gotten any complaints, so I think you’re good.” Silence fell between us and I could feel her eyes on me. My hands trembled slightly and I hoped she didn’t see it.
“I also wanted to apologize about this morning. Kim offered to take me shopping and I agreed to go along with her…”
“Good.” Silence again. “Is that all?”
She scoffed. “Is that all? Don’t you have a few things you need to say?” I didn’t respond. “Are you even going to look at me?” The pain in her voice practically knocked the wind out of me. I looked up, only to stare at the tip of her nose.
“I don’t have anything to say. To avoid this situation next time, just do as you’re told.” Her nostrils flared and her eyes widened.
“Do as I’m told? Who the fuck do you think you are? My father?” I looked back down at the papers before me and she slammed her hands down on my desk. “I don’t need you or anyone else telling me what to do! I came here thinking that this was the next step in changing my life. But you’re just another stuck up snob who looks down on me. So, you can take this job and shove it right up your uptight asshole!” She replied, storming away. My eyes locked on her behind as it swayed and jiggled while she stormed out of the room. Oh, fuck it….
I stood to my feet and jogged down the hall after her. The office wasn’t as crowded as it usually was. Everyone must be at lunch. As she was about to reach the stairwell, I grabbed her arm, pulling her into the janitor’s closet. I quickly blocked the door with a mop bucket as she went to open it.
“What are you doing…?” My lips crashed down on hers as I devoured her. The craving I needed all day was finally in my arms… and I’m going to enjoy every second of it. My fingers worked fast as they unbuttoned her sorry excuse for a blouse and I squeezed her breast. Then I spun her around, pinning her against the wall, giving her ass a swift smack. A whimper escaped her lips as she pushed her behind against me. I lifted her skirt and of course, she was wearing nothing underneath.
“Brace yourself baby, I’ve wanted you all damn day,” I said, running my fingers through her slick folds. God, she was so fucking wet….
“You have a hard way of showing it,” she moaned, as I brought my fingers around to circle her clit. I used my other hand to unbuckle my belt and push my pants down to my ankles. I wanted her so bad it was making me dizzy… she’s such a temptation. I grabbed my cock and slid right into her warmth.
“Oh fuck…” We both moaned. I pulled out and thrust back into her. The sound of our moans and flesh hitting flesh consumed me. My God this woman is going to be my downfall. I bit and sucked along her shoulders as she fucked me back. Then she spread her legs apart, bending over the sink to give me deeper access. I could feel her clenching around me and I knew she was close. My build up wasn’t far behind as I pounded every inch of my cock into her. I tightly gripped her hips, burying myself deep within her as I exploded. We both panted and I could feel her juices run down my cock all the way to my balls. I wrapped my arms around her chest, resting my head against her back as we savored the tranquil state, we were in.
“God you’re amazing. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you,” I whispered.
She turned around to face me. “Why were you being so cold towards me?” I sighed in frustration. How can I say this without contradicting myself?
“I thought having you here would make the temptation easier… but it only made it stronger.”
“Why hire me then? I already have a job. It may not be the best job, but I’m making a living.” Her eyes were still visible in the darkness of the room.
“I’m only trying to protect what is mine…”
“What is yours? I don’t belong to you,” she said, cutting me off. Oh, but you do Raven… You’re mine and mine only. I’ll do anything to keep you…
“Watching those men touching all over you last night…” I trailed off, taking a deep breath. “I don’t like it,” I replied, ignoring her comment. It brought out that side of myself that I’ve been trying to keep buried. My obsession… I always did whatever I could to get my fix. Now that I have her… I’m not letting her go.
“Men are men, Sylvester. They’re going to look.” I know that…
“I don’t want you working there anymore,” I said, sternly. She went to turn away, but I grabbed her hips, keeping her still. “Try this out for a month and if you don’t like it, then I can have you transferred somewhere else.” I leaned forward, feeling her warm moist lips on mine and I was hard and ready to go for another round. When I pulled away, she sighed.
“Fine. Just let me work tonight at HP and I’ll leave.” My hands slid down, gripping her behind as she leaned in for another kiss. She is so intoxicating… how can I say no to that.
HER POV
My thighs trembled as I made my way to the lady’s room. Sylvester and I went another round after we agreed to each other’s terms. I didn’t realize how possessive he could be… maybe that’s his flaw. He’s always used to getting his way and then lashes out when he doesn’t. ‘I’m only protecting what is mine…’ God he has no idea what those words did to me. I hate being controlled and told what I’m supposed to do and where I’m supposed to be. But coming from him… I’d give up my rights for him any day just to have his hands all over me.
I looked in the mirror at my swollen lips and the bite marks he left on my neck and shoulder. He has to know that I am my own woman. If he doesn’t ask to be with me, then he can’t fully control me. I grabbed a paper towel and ran it under some warm water before wiping off my smudged lipstick. When a few ladies walked in, I looked up to meet their gaze. They looked me up and down, judgement in their eyes, and walked into the stalls. Maybe I should have just worn a dress my first day. I don’t fit in here with all these uppity corporate people. I’m not sure where I fit in. I glanced down at my watch, noticing that it was one- thirty. Kim should be waiting for me. I adjusted my blouse and skirt, scurrying out of the bathroom. She stood by the elevator door with the tall blonde I met a few weeks back. Her eyes slightly widened, but she looked down at her shoes to disguise it.
“Sorry, I had to use the lady’s room,” I said. Kim passed me my purse, almost as if she were afraid to be touching a knock -off. “Thank you.”
“It’s no problem. I hope you don’t mind; Maggie and I take our lunches together. The three of us can go shopping after. Sylvester gave us a few hours to ourselves.” Maggie gave me a quick smile and turned when the elevator opened. I stepped in behind them and turned around to see Sylvester standing down the hall. His eyes were locked on me as the two women chatted away. My breath caught in my throat as his dark eyes took me in. God… that look in his eye. A burning hunger and craving all wrapped up in one.
I sat quietly in the back seat as the two women talked about a vacation they just returned from. Sounds amazing to go away whenever you want. I can’t remember the last time I had more than a few nights off from work. Speaking of work, I should probably text Donna and let her know this will be my last night. I can’t believe I’m actually leaving. No more late-night dancing or extra- curricular activities. I cut back on that once Maxwell got locked up. He’s tried to reach out a few times and I’ve ignored all of his calls. He deserves everything that comes his way for the way he treated me.
When we got to the restaurant, both women basically talked around me. I’m not sure what to even say to them without revealing what I do for a living. They both ordered salads with grilled chicken and no dressing. Ugh, how can a person even stomach that? It’s like eating grass. When the waiter turned to me, I didn’t hold back.
“I’ll have the 8 oz steak with fries and asparagus.”
“How would you like that cooked?” he asked.
“Medium well, please.” I passed him my menu and settled back in my seat.
“That sounds like it’s going to be amazing,” Kim said. I took a sip of my lemonade and nodded. “If I weren’t so worried about my figure, I would have gotten the same thing.”
“Oh really? Sounds like a personal problem.” Both women raised their eyebrows. “All you have to do is find the time to work it off and you’ll be fine.” Nice save, Raven. Don’t want to make enemies in the work place already.
“With our workload, I barely have time to go out, let alone go to the gym,” Maggie replied. I looked up at the both of them, noticing the tiredness in their eyes. Geez, does anyone get sleep at this job?
“So, how did you and Sylvester meet?” Kim asked. Oh shit… how could I not think that this would eventually come up.
“We met at a party in college,” I lied.
“You’re the same age as Sylvester?” Shit, shit, shit…
“No…”
“I thought you said you were twenty-four. How would you guys have met at a college party? You would have been like twelve when he was in college.”
“I-I-It was when I was in college,” I stuttered. “I took a couple art courses and a few friends invited me to an event. We met there,” I sighed. Oh god, even I don’t believe that.
“Is that what you went to school for? Art?” Maggie asked. I nodded as the two women exchanged a glance.
“Which art school?” Kim asked. “It wasn’t listed on your resume.” I placed my hands on my lap, so that they couldn’t see them shaking. Good intentions my ass… she’s probably trying to find all of this out for her other friend. The jealous bitch.
“It was a community college.” My eyes locked with hers and I could see the judgement behind them.
“That explains a lot,” Kim whispered. My skin prickled with rage. “If you had went to an Ivy League school like Maggie and I did, then it would have been listed. But since you’ll be working underneath Edward, he isn’t going to mind it.” I lifted my glass to my lips and took a long sip, so that I wouldn’t say anything I regretted. Maggie fidgeted in her seat and I could tell she was just as uncomfortable as I was.
“What did you do before you applied for this job?” Maggie asked, trying to change the subject.
“Oh, she didn’t apply. I looked it up on the computer. Sylvester just asked her to come in and work. I’m assuming you didn’t have a job before this one, am I correct?” Is this bitch for real right now?
“Kim…” Maggie said.
“What? Any other employer would ask the same questions that I’m asking, probably worse ones. I’m only trying to help…”
“In what way?” I asked. “Because it sounds to me like you’re throwing shade. So, if you have something to say then just say it.” Kim’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red and her eyes pierced into mine.
“All I’m saying is based on your resume, you’re not qualified for this job. Maggie and I worked our asses off to get here and Sylvester just handed you the job. Sounds fishy to me. Plus, I did see you two holding hands at the art exhibit. Flirting with the boss to make your way to the top is pretty sad.” She picked up her glass and took a long sip, not taking her eyes away from mine.
A mixture of anger and embarrassment surged through me. She’s right, Sylvester just gave me this job. I didn’t do anything to earn it… but I know damn well I don’t need to be treated like I am beneath these women. Luckily our food came out before I could embarrass myself further. I excused myself from the table, no longer having an appetite and made it look like I was going to the restroom. Instead of turning left, I went straight to the kitchen and out the back door. The rush of cool air gave me enough oxygen to take a deep breath. Talk about being in the fucking hot seat. Office women are feistier than strippers… who would have guessed.
***
Fifteen missed calls. Probably a half hour between each call. I refused to answer because I would have caved and went back there. I don’t need any more women judging me. Kim was right, I didn’t prove to anyone that I belonged there. He gave me the job so I would leave the strip club. I needed to do all of this the right way on my own terms, not because he wanted me to. But first, I need to get my life in order. Living off my best friend’s couch wasn’t the answer. Ron decided to meet me at HP before the end of my shift, once I told her what happened. And let me tell you… a hug can cure all wounds. I didn’t know the tears were there until they fell from my eyes and I was sobbing into her shoulder.
“I would have totally decked that bitch. Do you wanna go find her? If she’s as educated and qualified as she says she is, then she will probably still be at the office. I have my bat in the trunk,” she said, wiping my eyes. I laughed through the tears.
“No, it’s alright. She’s going to get what’s coming to her, once Sylvester finds out.”
“Has he called you?” I pulled my phone out of my bag to show her my screen.
“Damn. And you haven’t answered yet?” I shook my head. “I don’t know, Diamond…”
“Raven,” I said. “You can call me Raven now.” She gasped dramatically.
“I can finally say the forbidden name,” she joked. I gave her a nudge as she reached into her bag for her pack of cigarettes.
“I’m tired of hiding behind the persona of Dirty Diamond. I want to change.”
“So why not let Sylvester help you?” I sucked my teeth. “Seriously Raven, he has the assets for you to start out. All you have to do is work, build up your savings, and then go from there. Don’t let these bitches scare you away from making a good life for yourself. And it’s not like you have to keep sleeping with him if you don’t want to. Although, I’ve never had a boss call me fifteen times after leaving my job. That man is interested in you.” She lit her cigarette, took a drag and exhaled, passing it over to me.
“He scares me Ron,” I said, taking a long drag. “His whole world scares me. He can have any woman that he wants and yet he keeps slumming it with me. I don’t understand it. And he’s so controlling… and possessive.” Quite frankly, it scared me and turned me on.
“Sounds sexy as hell to me.” Her green eyes sparkled as she laughed. “Don’t you need that?”
“I’m not sure what I need.” The back door burst open and an angry Spice came storming out.
“Sweet pea, you’re up next. Donna says you better dance your ass off tonight since this is your last night.” She said, closing the door. A swift breeze came through the alley sending a chill up my spine.
“I better get back. Dima is probably wondering where I’m at,” she said, standing to her feet.
“I can’t believe he asked you to go with him to Vegas. Johnny was cool with this?” Ron fixed the chains on her Dominatrix outfit, which I absolutely loved on her, before dropping her cigarette to the ground.
“Yeah well, I don’t tell him how to run his business, so he can’t tell me what to do with mine,” she smiled. I pulled her into a tight hug, not wanting to let her go. “I’ll be back in a week. The spare key is above the door frame and just keep the fridge stocked.”
“Okay,” I sniffled, trying to keep the tears from falling.
“You know I hate goodbyes.” I nodded in agreement. “I’ll be back soon. Call Sylvester,” she replied, jogging over to her truck. I nodded, but wasn’t totally sure I would.
The night was a slow one. The men were more aggravating than usual and the vibe was totally off. I felt as if I were being watched. Donna gave me three pills instead of my regular two which helped ease the tension. Every man I danced on, I imagined it was Sylvester. Rubbing my shoulders… smacking my ass… grabbing my breast. It was the only thing that got me through the night. Luis made sure that Sylvester didn’t come through the door. I couldn’t handle him actually being here tonight. It would destroy my concentration. I want to do this myself… I need to. At the end of my shift, I checked my phone. No missed calls. My stomach dropped. Maybe he’s finally giving up on me. I jumped when Donna slapped an envelope down in front of me.
“We’re gonna miss you, Kid. That should help get you started.” I opened the envelope to see a couple hundred-dollar bills. “It’s not much. Some of the girls gave what they could.” I looked at the mirror to see Destiny and Spice smiling back at me.
“Thanks guys. I really appreciate this.” Who would have thought that these girls would come together to help me?
“Pshh, good riddance. That just means more money for me,” Luna said, giggling. I watched her walk out of the door and rolled my eyes. Definitely not going to miss her.
“No one really comes here to see her anyway. She’s like unseasoned chicken,” Donna replied. All of us began to laugh. “Take care of yourself, Kid.” She replied, walking out the beaded curtain as well.
“Did you need a ride home, Sweet pea?” Spice asked. I shook my head. I needed to go for a walk and clear my head. Ron’s place is only a few blocks away. I put the envelope in my purse, grabbed my duffle bag of stuff, and followed them out the back door. The light from the full moon made it easier to see down the alley way. It was a chilly night and I wish I would have brought my jacket. This pencil skirt and thin blouse did nothing to keep me warm. As soon as I get back to Ron’s apartment, I am going to take a long hot bath.
I reached the end of the alleyway and noticed a dark blue van with tinted windows. That’s strange, I saw that van earlier tonight when I first got to work. Ignoring it, I kept on walking down the road. The engine came to life and I could hear it slowly following behind me. Good thing there were still a few people out on the sidewalks at the different bars and nightclubs. Then my heart dropped when the van pulled up next to me and the tinted windows rolled down. A dark- skinned man with a gash right above his lip and sunglasses stuck his head out the passenger side.
“Diamond?” His voice was low and scratchy.
“Wrong girl,” I lied. I know he could hear the tremor in my voice. He looked back at the two other men and I watched as he whispered to them. My throat tightened and I couldn’t bring myself to move. I know these guys…. These were some of the men that would do business with Maxwell. I knew he’d find me… he always finds me. Once I saw him show the other two a picture on his phone, I dropped my duffle bag, and took off down the road in my five-inch heels. My heart raced as I willed myself to keep running. Don’t stop… don’t stop… keep moving. Their footsteps trampled behind me as they screamed and cursed. I took a sharp right and cut through a back alley. Please God, let me get out of this alive. The sweat from my forehead dripped down into my eyes, blurring my vision when I jumped over a garbage can. Their steps and screams were getting closer. Then as I went to turn the corner, my heel caught in a ventilation grate and I went down.
Chapter Three
HIS POV
I willed myself not to pick up the phone and call her again. My nerves tonight were more on edge than usual. The night was chilly so I kept the balcony door open to keep away the cold sweats I got when thinking of her. Maybe I came off too strong today. Ignoring her and then jumping on her like a wild animal. I couldn’t help myself… she looked so good in that outfit. I wanted to be the only one that could see it… and seeing those other men watching her drove me crazy. Who knows where she could be right now? She hasn’t answered any of my calls or text. She must be really upset with me.
Finishing my glass of Scotch, I stood to my feet and finally dragged myself to bed. A few hours of sleep might clear my head. Or just have me tossing and turning all night. I slowly got undressed, placing my phone on my nightstand. It was some time after three in the morning and I had to be up by six. God, she has my mind so deep in the gutter. The way her body felt against mine… her skin was so soft and she smelled so good. I was hard for the rest of the day. Took three cold showers just to get him to calm down. If only she knew how crazy I was about her… but I can’t tell her until she’s ready to give me a chance. When she told me earlier that she didn’t belong to anyone, I nearly laughed in her face. She’s been mine since she let me taste how sweet she was.
I pulled the covers back and laid down, letting my body sink into the mattress. Ugh, if only my mind can relax like my body does. Then, as soon as I shut my eyes, my phone rang. Who in the hell could that be this early in the morning? Without looking at the caller ID, I picked up.
“Hello?” I yawned.
“H-H-Hey Sylvester.” I recognized the voice immediately. “Sorry if I woke you up,” she sniffled.
“You didn’t… what’s going on? Are you crying?” I sat up in the bed and turned on the light.
“Uhh… yeah. I’m sorry to ask, but do you think you can come get me?” I jumped to my feet, grabbing some clothes from my dresser.
“Of course. Where are you?”
“Lenox Hill Hospital,” she coughed. My heart sank. What the hell is she doing there?
“What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it over the phone…”
“What happened, Rae?” I put the phone on speaker, so I could message Greg to meet me at the hospital. She sighed into the phone trying to cover up a sob.
“Please just come pick me up. I’ll explain once you get here because it hurts to talk.”
“Alright. I’m on my way.” She hung up the phone and I was out the door.
I managed to get a taxi down to the hospital and made it there within twenty minutes. There were a bunch of people waiting in the emergency room to be seen, even some children. The last time I was in the emergency room was when I had my accident. The memory sent a chill down my spine. I walked over to the front desk, as the two nurses were mid- conversation.
“I’m here to pick up Raven Briggs,” I said. The two looked at me before slowly ending their conversation. If my adrenaline weren’t pumping so much, I would have had words for the both of them. The nurse scrolled through her computer, looking for the name.
“Are you family?” She asked, looking in my direction.
“Yes, I’m her husband.” The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them, but I doubt they would let me take her home since I’m not actual family. Lord knows where her family is. “Can you tell me what happened?” The nurse popped her gum, grabbing a file.
“Well, we’re all assuming that it was a drug deal gone wrong since the doctor found a few pills in her system.” Pills? Shit, she must have been working at the club tonight. “A young man brought her in. Said she was being beaten by three men.” Jesus…. Raven, why did you go back there?
“What kind of pills?”
She looked through Raven’s chart. “Alprazolam and MDMA.” So those are the pills they are given to relax? Well, she isn’t going to be having any more of those. “Do you know what that is?” I nodded. I’ve taken a few of those back when I needed an escape. Along with some blow and I was high in the clouds for hours on end.
“Is she alright?” I asked, nervously. She sounded like she was okay over the phone.
“The doctor did have to give her four stiches above her left temple. She has a fractured rib, it looked like she took quite a few blows to her abdomen, so there is some bruising. Her face has a few bruises as well. And she sprained her ankle. We gave her some scrubs to wear because her clothes were all torn up.” I clenched my fist, not wanting to even think about what they did to her. If I find these guys, I’ll have all of their heads.
“Ummm… was she harmed?” The nurse raised an eyebrow. “Sexually,” I asked, choking out the word. The nurse shook her head and I exhaled.
“The young man that brought her in, stopped them before they could do anything further. He’s sitting in the waiting room if you’d like to speak with him.”
“Oh yes, of course.” My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out to see a text from Greg. He was waiting outside for us. “Where is she?”
“She fell asleep about ten minutes ago. Would you like to go talk to the young man while I go wake her?”
“Yes, I would,” I said, cutting her statement short. She turned on her heels, leading me back to the waiting area. A long slender gentleman stood by the vending machine. He doesn’t look like he’s even twenty years old. He wore a navy-blue shirt that had the word MEAT in yellow lettering. His face still had acne and he had big ears and bucked teeth. Definitely younger than twenty.
“This is the young man,” the nurse said. I extended my hand to him and he slapped it like he was giving a high five.
“Thank you for bringing my wife to the hospital,” I said. When the nurse stepped away to go get Raven, I asked him what happened.
“I could hear the guys cursing and yelling down the street, but I didn’t know who or what they were chasing. I was trying to hurry up because I was already behind on three deliveries, but then I heard her scream. They were calling her a bitch and saying that she owed someone money. They said the name a few times, but I can’t remember what it was.”
“Maxwell?” I asked, praying that it wasn’t.
“That’s it man.” Shit…. I knew he would try and find a way to get to her. I just thought he would have waited until he got out of prison. “I saw the two dudes holding her up while the one guy was smacking her around. Then I remembered that I had a fake police siren in my truck that I use to scare people. You’d be surprised at how many homeless people I have to fight off from the truck. I told them the cops were coming and they took off. So, I just picked her up, carried her over to my food truck, and drove her here.”
“Did you get a look at any of their faces?”
He shook his head. “It was too dark. They were all wearing dark colors too. Is she going to be alright?”
“Yeah, they said she’s fine.” I pulled out my check book and wrote him a check for five hundred dollars. “I want to say thanks. Who knows what would have happened if you didn’t do something? What’s your name?”
“Bryan Richards.” I wrote the check-out to him and placed it in his hand, as a huge grin appeared on his face. “Wow, thanks man! You have no idea how much this is going to help me in school. You take care of that lady,” he said, before rushing out the door. I’ll have to call around and find out where he works so that he doesn’t get in too much trouble for his late deliveries. I glanced down at my phone and it was going on four- thirty. There is no way I’m making it into the office. I sent Edward a quick text that I would have to do our three conference calls from home, so he could do the same. Then I shot Kim a text of everything I would need her to bring by the house for the next two days. I don’t want to leave Raven in the house by herself.
When I looked back up, the nurse was wheeling Raven down the hall toward me. Goosebumps formed on my arms as her sad exhausted eyes met mine. Her lip was split and her eye was black and blue, just like the first time we met. I am so tired of people putting their hands on her. I’ll see to it that it never happens again. I kneeled down by the chair as they stopped in front of me.
“Hey Stranger,” she whispered. Her voice sounded raspier than before.
“Hey beautiful. How are you feeling?”
“Like I got hit by a truck,” she coughed and held her side. I looked up at the nurse.
“Give her plenty of fluids and lots of rest,” she replied. Raven went to stand, but I quickly scooped her up in my arms. She shivered against my chest and I nearly caved in. She’s such a fragile beautiful person who deserves so much better than the life she’s living.
“Thank you.”
“Shhh… don’t talk, just rest. You’re safe now,” I replied, carrying her out the doors.
***
All morning and most of the afternoon, I have been working like a mad man. Between organizing these conference calls, Raven’s night terrors, and the lack of sleep… I’m going to lose it. I had Greg run over to the strip club this morning to see if they had any surveillance cameras. Luckily the restaurant Bryan was delivering to had a camera right by the alley Raven ran into. There were three men all the same height and build, two of them were black and the third white. The white guy wore a couple of Rolexes and had long dirty blonde hair. The other two wore sunglasses and big chains around their necks. It took everything for me not to be out there with Greg right now asking around, but I had to make sure Raven was okay. I can see why she has trouble sleeping. She breaks out into cold sweats and starts screaming. I’ve never seen anything like it. This girl must have been through hell before I met her.
My head throbbed as my conversation with the guy from the tile shop dragged on. I clenched the back of my chair, trying to keep myself from punching something.
“Do I have to remind you again that we are on a deadline?” I flipped through the files of the Madison account when I heard a knock on the door. Who the fuck is that?
“You don’t have to remind me, I understand…”
“Clearly you don’t if I have to keep making these calls myself. I’ve sent three different associates down to your establishment and each time the order has been wrong. It’s Avella Ultra twelve inches by twenty-four-inch Villa Bellissima Porcelain Tiles for Christ sakes! I didn’t spend almost five grand for my clients order to be constantly screwed up!” I said, walking over to answer the door. Whoever it was obviously didn’t care about the do not disturb sign on my door.
“Yes sir, I have it right here in the warehouse,” he said, trying to reassure me.
“Good. If this happens again, I will come down there with my lawyers. Do you understand?” I opened the door to see my mother. Great… more aggravation. Her and my father have been calling me nonstop for the last five days. I wonder what could be so damned important. I wrapped up my call before giving her my full attention.
“What’s going on, mother?” I asked, exhaling. She looked me up and down.
“Hello to you too, Sylvester.” She said, smugly.
“Hi mom. What’s up?” I asked, again.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” She pushed her cat Venus further up on her shoulder.
“I’m working.”
“With your shirt open like that? Exposing those things?” she said, in disgust. I looked down at my unbuttoned shirt. She’s always hated tattoos. The first one I got was my sisters name with angel wings on my upper back. “Why are you working from home when you have a perfectly new office?” She pushed past me, walking into the living room as I buttoned my shirt.
“Needed a change of scenery.” I closed the door. “Besides, Edward and Kim have things under control at the office.” She examined the pillows and covers on the couch. Fuck… I knew I should have cleaned up this morning.
“Something wrong with your bed?” The stress lines above her eyebrows bunched together and she made the face I used to fear as a child.
“Damn mom! What is it with all the questions?” She glared at me, waiting for me to answer. “I’m having trouble sleeping, so I tried out the couch. Now, can you tell me why you’re here?” Even though she was only 5’8 she could intimidate anyone. She grew up in the Bronx and had a toughness about her.
“Your father and I haven’t heard from you in a couple of days…”
“I’ve been working,” I said, annoyed. She placed her cat down and took a few steps toward me. Then her cold boney fingers grasped my chin as she examined my face. I can only imagine what I look like right now. I skipped shaving and only slept for two hours this morning.
“You’re high, aren’t you?” The pain and anger in her eyes swept over me, making me breathless.
“No!” I backed away from her, pulling off my headset. “I just told you what is going on…”
“I don’t believe you.” She spat out. Her lip curled up into the angry snarl she used to give my father whenever he got caught cheating.
“I don’t care what you believe. All you need to know is that I’m working!”
“I’ll be damned if you screw up everything your father spent years working for. Where is it?” She patted my pockets and I stepped back from her. Is she fucking insane?
“Where’s what?”
“The coke! Whatever it is that you’re high on right now!”
“I’m not high!!” She had accusation in her eyes as she stormed through my apartment, ripping it to shreds. What is going on with everyone today? I yelled after her, but she ignored me, bursting into my bathroom. It’s been years since I’ve seen her like this…. Something must have happened at home. She’s not usually so irate.
“Mom! Will you just calm down!” I trailed behind her as she rummaged through my medicine cabinet. She knocked my shaving kit, vitamins, and toothbrush into the sink.
“I will not stand by and let you do this to yourself again! I refuse to lose another child!” My heart skipped a beat. That’s the first time she’s referenced Savannah’s death in over twenty years. I could see her tear-stained cheeks in the mirror.
“Mom.” She ignored me while digging through my hamper. “Mom. Stop. Just talk to me.”
She stormed out of the bathroom and over to my bedroom door. Holy shit… Raven. I grabbed her arm, but it was too late. She tugged away from me, panting, and walked over to the bed. Raven was still sound asleep, despite all of the screaming. My mother examined her face and body. The covers had been kicked down by her feet.
“Who is this?” My palms began to sweat and I could feel my heart beat in my throat.
“A friend.”
“Did…. Did you do this to her?” She asked, frightened.
I sucked my teeth. “No! God mother, you could show faith in me some time.” I could see her visibly relax, but then the wall she used all too well came back into play. She hates showing emotion.
“Then what is she doing here? All beat up and half dressed… or should I say in your clothing.”
“She needed a place to stay.” My mother continued to look her over.
“She one of your little drug addict friends?”
“For fuck’s sake mother, get off of it,” I whispered yelled. “I’m not on fucking drugs. Now can we finish this conversation in the other room, please?” She looked back and forth between me and Raven. Then she tucked her hair behind her ears and slowly walked out of the room. I pulled the door, checking to see if Raven had woken up. She was still sleeping. Once closed, I turned to face my mother.
“You need to get your priorities straight,” she snapped.
I gasped in disbelief. “I need to? I’m not the one who just came bursting into your apartment unannounced, searching for drugs that weren’t there to begin with!” She went to speak, but I held up my hand and gestured toward the table. “If you would look over at the blue prints, files, and six cups of coffee, then you would see that I’ve been up most of the night and morning trying to get the Madison account in order.”
“That account was handled before your father left…”
“Yeah well, John fucked things up behind closed doors and I’ve been wracking my brain on how to get it all straightened out. That’s why I haven’t been answering you.” I put my clenched fist in my pockets, trying to take deep breaths to calm my nerves.
“You wouldn’t be having such a problem if you were working from your office and not laid up with some junky whore…” I cut her a glare and my anger took over.
“Hey! You watch what you say about her! She’s not some whore or a junky and you’re going to respect her character,” I snapped. My mother’s eyes widened and the room fell silent. Tension crept up my shoulders and I mentally prepared myself for her backlash.
“You care for her,” she whispered. I dropped my eyes from hers, looking at my bare feet.
“What is it that you want, mother? I have a conference call in ten minutes and you’re interrupting my preparation.” I said, trying desperately to change the subject. I don’t need her knowing and then ruining it all with her harsh judgmental ways. I need Raven in my life. My mother whistled for her cat, and she scurried past my feet, up into my mother’s arms.
“Your father needs to see you. Dinner is tomorrow at seven. We’ll discuss her and your work then,” she replied, turning towards the door. “You better not get mixed back up in that world Sylvester. You have no idea how far you’ve come.” And she slammed the door shut. Oh, believe me I do know….
HER POV
My head throbbed and my mouth was dry. I desperately need a drink, but I don’t want to interrupt Sylvester’s conversation with his mother. My eyes were shut and I did my best to keep them that way as she bombarded him with questions. I could feel her presence only a few inches away. I don’t blame her for thinking the worst. I can only imagine how terrible I look. Once the door closed, I slowly opened my eyes. Their muffled conversation swept through the cracks of the door and I exhaled. She seems like a cold and harsh woman. It’s going to be very awkward if I ever meet her again after this.
I winced, sitting up in the bed. My throat burned as I remembered the hard boot that connected with it a few hours ago. The orange glow from the sun cast a shadow across the sheets of Sylvester’s bed. What time is it? I looked over at the nightstand to see a glass of water, two pills, and a note. I picked it up, rubbing my eyes so they could adjust. In big letters it said Aspirin. I grabbed them, popping them into my mouth and gulped down the water. A sting settled in my throat, so I had to pace myself. God, I’m in such deep shit. How could I possibly think my debt with Maxwell would be over since he went to jail? I’m so freaking stupid…
I glanced around the room for my purse, but couldn’t find it anywhere. Then I heard the door slam and the apartment was silent. I could see his silhouette underneath the door. My skin tingled in anticipation. Seeing him at the hospital last night made my heart swell. He actually came to get me. Will he do the same now? I waited for him to come in the room, but he never did. Once I heard him speaking, I knew it was all business and there was no point in getting my hopes up. I wobbled to my feet, as the pain shot through my stomach. I need a shower.
A tear fell from my eye when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Bruised and battered… it’s as if nothing ever changed. My muscles ached as my shaky hands came up to unbutton the shirt I was wearing. I tilted my head down, getting a whiff of the collar and it smelled just like Sylvester. Smokey yet sweet. I examined the scrapes along my side and flinched when I touched it. One of the guys dragged me across the cement when I fell. I glanced down at my swollen ankle. I’m surprised I only sprained it. With the way it caught in that grate, I was sure it was broken. My jaw was swollen and my lip was split. Those were from the few times I didn’t cover my face when a boot was coming my way. You thought we wouldn’t find you bitch! Where’s the fucking money?! Chills ran through me as I remembered their words. I knew I could never get free of Maxwell’s ties. It’s only a matter of time before he’s back doing the job himself.
I sniffled, using the back of my hand to wipe my eyes, before turning on the shower. The steam filled the room as I finally stepped in. The scorching water beat down on my back like tiny fists. I welcomed the pain… this pain was soothing. A sigh escaped my lips and soon turned into sobs as I watched the blood and water mix and swirl down the drain. Every time I take a step forward, I get knocked three steps back. All of this baggage is going to be the death of me if I don’t pay Maxwell back. Where am I going to get the money this time?
I gasped when I felt a strong grip on my shoulders. I quickly turned around and Sylvester held me in place. I opened my mouth, but he shook his head, silencing me. Then he pulled me to his chest, wrapping me in his embrace and I went limp in his arms. The sobs ripped through me and I couldn’t make them stop. His hands rubbed my back in a circular motion, massaging the pain away. I tightened my arms around him as his lips touched right above my stitches. Something about him feels like home… my safe place when I was a kid. Where I knew my mother’s boyfriends couldn’t find me and Robin. We would stay in that crawl space for hours until mom came looking for us. By that time, her boyfriends would either be sleeping or they went home. Those days were good… but eventually they would find us. Just like Maxwell found me.
Sylvester pulled away and even in the hot water, I felt cold not being near him. I watched as he poured some soap in his hands. The scent was light and reminded me of the ocean. Sylvester massaged the body wash over my shoulders. I closed my eyes and imagined us on the beach. The both of us sprawled out on beach towels, enjoying the heat of the sun. Digging my toes in the sand.
His hands slowly moved down my chest as his fingers worked over my breast. I let out a soft moan when his fingers lightly pinched my nipples. His touch was possessive and gentle as he worked over my abdomen. It stung as the soap came down over my scratches. When I finally opened my eyes, his screamed lust and hunger. I could feel a warmth settle deep within me. Our breathing was ragged as he squirted more soap on his hands. He jerked his head for me to turn around so he could wash my back. I turned, letting the hot water caress my skin. Sylvester started down my back, letting his fingers run over my arms and stopping at my waist. I could hear the low growl from his chest when he grabbed my behind. His breath fanned over my ear sending chills straight to my sweet spot.
“You have no idea what the last twenty- four hours did to me,” he whispered. His fingers gripped my flesh pulling me back against his erection. “You can’t leave me again. I almost lost it, Rae.” His words were so soft, I thought I imagined them. That is the second time he has called me Rae… it’s sweet and makes me feel like I belong to him. So much better than Dirty Diamond. My pulse raced as he slowly turned me back to face him. He grabbed my chin, not as tight as he usually did, to make me look up at him. There it was… glowing in those hunter green eyes. His vulnerability… smoldering, smothering, and tugging at my heart strings.
“You won’t leave me again.” My chest tightened as he hovered over me. His lips brushed over mine and I nearly collapsed right there. “Say it.” My back hit the cold marble wall and my body tingled all over. He was pressed against me in seconds… waiting for my response.
“Sylvester…,” I choked on my words. His hand brushed between my thighs and I moaned as his lips captured mine.
“Say it, baby.” His cock brushed against my clit and that was my undoing. I stood on my toes and let myself go. My arms shot around his neck and my leg came up around his waist as I tasted him. He tasted like whisky and coffee. His body was stiff as if he were holding himself back.
“I won’t leave you again.” Then his body came to life. He grabbed my other leg, lifting me up into his arms and kissed me. The possessiveness of his kiss made my head spin. It was like he was physically showing me how every part of my body now belonged to him. His hands on my breast… his lips on my neck, biting and licking my flesh. It felt like fucking Heaven.
“My God Raven,” he groaned. I know baby…. I know. “You have no idea what you do to me.” I could feel his erection at my entrance, so I thrust my hips forward. He got the hint and pushed deep inside of me. The pain shot right to my abdomen making me gasp. Sylvester pulled away; concern written all over his face.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Yes, but don’t stop,” I moaned. He was still so deep and the slightest move would have me like putty in his hands. His stroke was slow and torturous as I tried to focus on the pleasure rather than the pain. God…. He knows exactly what to do to drive me over the edge. My mouth fell open and I moaned trying to keep the same rhythm. I clenched around him as I felt my orgasm getting closer.
“Fuck baby…. That right there is going to drive me insane,” he growled. “You’re so god damn beautiful.” I knew I wasn’t, but it made my heart flutter that he said it despite my appearance. His thrust came faster and harder every time a moan escaped my lips.
“Oh Sylvester… I’m going to come.” My heart raced and my side was throbbing. His hands gripped my hips as he pounded into me.
“That’s right baby, I want you to come for me. Only me.” He buried his face in my shoulder, fighting his own orgasm to bring out my own. As soon as his fingers circled my clit, I burst around him…. Quivering against his chest. He wasn’t far behind, pumping everything he had into me until he exploded. The hot water ran over us as we slowly came down from euphoria. His arms were still wrapped around me as if he never wanted to let me go. Then as he pulled away, my heart sank, seeing the cold exterior he had toward me yesterday morning.
“Dinner should be here in half an hour. We have a lot to discuss.” I unwrapped my legs from around his waist, placing my feet back on the ground. His eyes were artic as if what just happened between us was another casual fuck. “You should go get dressed. Your fingers and hands are starting to prune.” And then he turned his back to me, continuing his shower. I stood still for a moment, trying to process my emotions. How can he be so hot and cold? Loving and hateful all wrapped up in one. I went to speak, but just turned and made my way out of the shower. The mirror was fogged up and I was grateful that I didn’t have to see myself again.
The sky was dark and I could see the moonlight shining in through the balcony door. I must have slept most of the day. A pair of boxers and a blue T-shirt were laid out on the bed for me. I dressed slowly since my side hurt like something crazy. By the time I finished, Sylvester was making his way out of the bathroom. I couldn’t help but watch his strut. It screamed power… and confidence. A man that knew exactly what he wanted. Then I looked at the tattoos all over his arms and back. Why have I never looked at them before? On his back, angel wings were spread out across his shoulders. The name Savannah was written in cursive along with a birth and death date. A lot of his tattoos looked like quotes, but I couldn’t make them out in this light.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, breaking me out of my trance.
“Fine,” I lied. Even sitting down hurt like a bitch. He pulled on a pair of pajama pants before turning around to face me.
“Food should be here any minute,” he said, taking a few steps forward. I watched as he took a seat on the bed next to me. His eyes were unreadable as he brushed a stray curl from in front of my face.
“Thank you,” I find myself saying.
“For what?” His voice was soft, but had an urgency to it.
“For everything you’ve done. I appreciate it. And I’m sorry for bothering you about this, I had no one else to call.”
“I’m glad you called,” he admitted. I placed my hand on top of his and he flinched. What in the hell? “Why did you leave, Rae?” I pulled my hand back, cradling it against my chest. I can’t handle his mood swings right now.
“It doesn’t matter…”
“Yes, it does.” I looked over towards the balcony. “Why did you leave?”
“What did your assistant tell you?” I snapped. The sharp movement sent a pain right to my jaw, but I didn’t let him see that it hurt.
“She told me you just disappeared without so much as a goodbye.” Of course, that is all she would say. Fucking bitch…
“Well then there’s your answer.”
“Don’t get sassy,” he replied. His jaw clenched and it sent shivers of pleasure right through me. His eyes were like stone. “If you would have stayed, none of this would have happened to you.”
“You don’t know that.” My throat started to close, but I fought the urge. “Those men were going to find me either way. He always manages to find me,” I whispered. His glare cut right through me.
“No one is going to touch you. Ever. Again.” Venom dripped from his statement.
“And how can you be so sure?”
“Because I will be damned if another person touches you. I will kill them myself.” I stared at him, waiting for his serious tone to dissipate, but it never did.
“That’s a bit much…”
“Is it?” The look in his eyes was one I’ve never seen before. I don’t know whether to be terrified or turned on.
“I think they took my purse,” I said. He stood to his feet and walked over to his nightstand, grabbing his phone.
“What was in it?”
“My phone,” I said, trying to remember its contents.
“Any credit cards?” He started typing out something on his screen. When he looked up, I shook my head. “What else?” Then I remembered the envelope the girls at HP gave me.
“Two grand.” He raised his brows. “I had told the girls it was my last night at the club, so they all scraped together what they could give me.”
“That was very nice of them.” He finished typing out his message and leaned over to grab my hand. “Food is here.” I grabbed on and it took me a few seconds to push myself off the bed. He led the way out of the room and over to the kitchen island.
“What are we having?” He pulled out the chair for me. I sat down watching him walk over to the door and grab a bag. I wonder how that got inside?
“Chinese.” I sat in silence as he set the table. Gosh, I feel like a daughter that is being punished by her father. But damn I did not mind the view. The way he clenched his jaw whenever he was deep in thought. His muscles flexed every so often when he reached over the table to put something on my plate. I want him… badly.
“I want you to stay here.” I blinked a few times. Is he serious? “And I want you to come back to the office. It’s the best way to keep an eye on you.” Way to make it sound like a chore.
“I don’t need a babysitter. I can handle myself.”
“Clearly not,” he said, under his breath. My blood boiled. How dare he…
“Do you think I asked for this to happen? To be beaten and reminded about how my life is shit?” I spat out.
“The decisions you’re currently making keep landing you back in these predicaments. If you would just take the help I’m offering, then maybe you will see a change.” That’s it… I don’t need this shit. I pushed myself from the table as each ache made me mentally curse. “What are you doing?”
“Leaving.” I limped over to the front door. I unlocked it, but as soon as I pulled it open, it was slammed shut.
“I told you… You are not leaving me again.” He spun me around, trapping me between his arms. “What is so hard about you taking fucking directions?” Tears brimmed the corners of my eyes as I trembled before him.
“I don’t belong here! At your job or with you! I don’t fit in your world!”
“And you think you belong back at that club? On the street, fucking random men? Letting them do whatever the hell they want with you? Beating on you! Disrespecting you!”
“God! I have never met a more exhausting man in my life! I make the choices that are best at the time. If it helps me in the long run, what is so wrong with that?”
“Because you are worth so much more. That is all I am trying to show you.” His eyes melted over. No more ice… just Sylvester. The man I’m so invested in. “You have no idea how beautiful and dangerous you are.” Dangerous? What does he mean by that? He brushed his thumb over my lip before closing his eyes and placing his forehead against mine.
“I need to help you…,” he whispered. “Without you, I am ravenous. No one else can satisfy me the way you do,” he admitted. My heart pounded in my ears and my sex hummed from his words. He needs me. And only me.
“You’re so hot and cold with me, Sylvester. I can’t handle it…”
“Neither can I. I haven’t been this dependent on anyone. The only thing I ever wanted as much as I want you was….” He trailed off. He’s comparing me to his past addiction. I’m not sure if that is a good thing. He placed a light kiss on my lips. “Rae… stay with me.” Our lips met again and his hands trailed down to my hips, pulling me close. My skin felt as if it were on fire. Every touch ignites something deep inside of me. I should be running from this man… addiction is never a good thing and never ends well. He finally breaks the kiss and I’m breathless while he waits for an answer.
“Okay… but I have my own rules as well. You give me what I ask for and I’ll stay.” I could feel his heart thud against my chest when a grin appeared on his face.
“Anything,” he whispers. I pull him back into a kiss and before I know it, we’re spread across the kitchen island, ripping each other’s clothes off.
Chapter Four
HER POV
Most of the week I was in and out of bed. Sylvester made sure that I got as much rest as I needed to get back on my feet for work. Lord knows, I am not ready to step back in that office. Those women… all those judging eyes… I’m not sure I can handle that kind of pressure. Sylvester worked from home to keep me company, but went into the office early Saturday morning to prep with his business partner, Edward. I was going to be working under him rather than working for Sylvester. It was one of the rules that we both managed to agree on. Let’s hope Edward can keep his hands to himself…. I don’t need another work situation like that.
I was able to get a new phone with the same number thanks to Sylvester. However, I did have to object to his offer of staying with him. Neither one of us would be able to get anything done if we stayed in the same apartment. He arranged for me to stay at a vacant apartment two floors up from his. It was absolutely stunning. Ceiling to floor windows in the living room and the bathroom was very similar to his. I picked some furniture out from a catalog and it was delivered that Sunday, along with all of my new work clothes.
My nerves were shot by the time I finished straightening my hair. The goal of the day is to make it through the day. Especially since I’ll be working in the same area as Kim. I didn’t tell Sylvester about my lunch with her. I don’t need him doing me anymore favors by firing her. Although that would be nice not seeing her face every day. There was a knock at the door as I was finishing up with my makeup and accessories.
“One minute!” I slipped on my black sneakers, giving myself the once over. Here we go…
I grabbed my purse off the table before opening the door. Greg stood a solid foot and a half over me with a grin that would make any woman swoon. His head was shaved and he had a small silver hoop in his ear.
“Good morning, Ms. Briggs. Are you ready?”
“Yes, I just have to grab my keys,” I said, limping back to the table. Four days was not enough to recover fully so I will have to take it easy today. “You know you can call me Raven.”
“Noted,” he replied. “Would you like to stop for some coffee on the way to the office?” I closed the door and followed Greg down the hall.
“That sounds lovely. I wouldn’t mind grabbing a breakfast sandwich either.” He pushed the elevator button and we waited in silence, but curiosity got the best of me. “How long have you known Sylvester?” Greg looked down at his watch before answering.
“A little over ten years. He’s a good friend of mine. I was lucky enough that he needed a driver. I’m not sure what I would be doing if he didn’t offer me this job,” he said, with a grin. I have an idea…
“Does he not like to drive?” I could see the uncertainty in his eyes as we stepped into the elevator.
“He does, but he’s cut back on it. I’m not sure if he told you about his accident back in October.”
“He mentioned it, but never went into detail.” He looked down at me with raised brows. “I won’t say anything to anyone.”
He laughed. “My wife says the same thing and before I know it, she’s on the phone with all of her girlfriends.” I laughed. “But you seem trustworthy enough. It was a head on collision with a drunk driver.” I gasped as we stepped out of the elevator and made our way into the parking garage.
“Oh my gosh.” He opened my door and I watched as he walked around the car and got in.
“Luckily, they both made it out with just a few scrapes and bruises, but that seemed to scare him more than when he was….” He trailed off as he started the engine. More afraid than when he got stabbed…
“Well, I’m glad he has you to take him around safely.” Greg smiled in the rearview mirror before bringing his eyes back to the road.
The rest of the ride was in silence. It’s a good thing I had my coffee and sandwich to keep me occupied. Restarting my first day is going to be so awkward. It’s definitely going to give the girls something to talk about. Who does she think she is starting and then leaving for almost a week? Little do they know that I’ve been on bed rest because of the beat down I received from three men. That would be the perfect ice breaker…
Walking through the office was like stepping on glass. No matter how quiet I tried to be, all eyes were following me. I took a seat at my desk exhaling, as the panic settled in my chest. You can do this, Raven. Just get the job done. I went to place my purse on my desk, when a basket of cookies was set down in front of me. I looked up to see a broad- shouldered man with very deep dimples. His hair was a light brown and his eyes sparkled an ocean blue. Where have I seen this man before?
“It’s nice to meet you again, Raven.” His voice was smooth and soothing. “I’m Edward.” My boss… but where have we met before? At HP? Oh god, that would be so embarrassing.
“Good morning,” I finally whispered. I looked back down at the basket of cookies and it was an assortment. Chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, sugar cookies, and a bunch of other flavors.
“Those are just a token of my appreciation. You’re my first assistant and I wanted to make you feel as welcome as possible.” I smiled up at him. That is so thoughtful.
“Thank you. What exactly would you like me to start on first?” He pulled a thick blue folder out of his briefcase and placed it on my desk.
“We will keep it simple today. I just need these documents typed and printed. I’ll take them after you’re finished. Anything before 2010, please give those to Kim so that she can pass them on to Sylvester. She will answer all the calls, so you don’t have to worry about the phones. You and I go on lunch around the same time and that will be at one-thirty. I hope that isn’t too late for you. I like taking the last lunch because it gives me time to relax…” He paused, staring as Kim walked past us and into Sylvester’s office. I swear I saw a bit of drool. He shook his head before turning back to me. “You’re allowed to snack at your desk if that is too late for you to have lunch.”
“It’s fine,” I replied.
“Good. Do you have any questions for me?” I shook my head. “Alrighty, I’m right in this room if you need me. My extension is 332,” he said, walking into his office. I exhaled as the panic began to subside. He seems pretty decent. I put my purse in the first drawer of my desk and opened the folder. Holy shit… that is a lot of numbers. Let me start by taking out all the papers before 2010. That should be the easiest task.
As I sorted through the documents, Kim finally stepped out of Sylvester’s office, making her way over to me. I plastered a fake smile on my face.
“Good morning,” I said. She smiled down at me, not saying the same back to me. Bitch…
“This is your login information whenever you need to use the computer. Put it somewhere safe,” she said, placing a small envelope in front of me. The door to Edward’s office quickly swung open and he had a huge grin on his face. It was a big goofy looking grin, almost like a ten-year-old who has a crush on his school teacher. It was kind of adorable.
“Good morning Kim,” he said. She rolled her eyes and mumbled a good morning while jotting down some notes. “You look very pretty… as always.”
“Sylvester needs to speak with you in his office Raven,” she said, ignoring his statement. I looked in Edward’s direction and he tried to hide his disappointment with a smile. I stood to my feet and walked over to Sylvester’s door. “We’re taking our break at twelve- thirty. Sylvester wants you, me, and Maggie to go together.” I gulped. Absolutely not… I do not need another episode from last week.
“I don’t mind taking my break with Edward.” His eyes met mine and he nodded in my direction.
I opened the door as Sylvester was mid- conversation with someone. His office felt so much bigger than the last time I saw it. I guess that’s because I didn’t get a chance to look around. Everything consisted of a dark brown and mahogany. His desk took up one side of the room, along with a huge bookcase. I wonder if he’s actually read all of those books. There were some drawings on the walls of different houses, buildings, car models, and one of a huge park. Each one had the initials ‘SN’ on them. He must have drawn all of them. He’s more talented than I thought.
“Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to answer my question?” His voice filled the room. I finally looked at him and he was just a few inches from me. I took in his blood red button- down and black tie. His hair was messy, but styled in that way with some gel. His cologne and the smell of mint, swarmed through the air.
“What was your question?” I asked, suddenly breathless. He smiled and took a step closer.
“I said good morning… how are you feeling?” I took a step away from him and exhaled. His proximity was so overwhelming at times.
“Good morning,” I replied. He raised a brow, waiting for me to continue. “Oh, I feel alright. Thank you for asking. How are you feeling?” He eyed me from head to toe and a chill ran through me.
“Amorous.” I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks and my nipples pebbled beneath my blouse. “But I guess I’ll have to wait until later to do something about that won’t I?” I nodded and he poked out his bottom lip in a playful pout, making me laugh. I watched as he took a few steps back, turning on his heels as he reached his desk. He rummaged through a few papers as I tried to think of something to say. Why is it suddenly so difficult to talk to him?
“I love your drawings.” He lifted his head to look around the room.
“Thanks. I tried to have a bit of nostalgia in here. Most of them I did when I was fifteen. My father kept them for me.”
“That was sweet of him.”
“Mhmm. Did Edward give you those files?” Back to business…
“Yes.”
“And Kim talked to you about taking an earlier lunch? I know you were saying that you don’t fit in, so I arranged for the two of you to have the same lunch hour.”
“Yeah, about that… I’d rather take my lunch when Edward does.” He looked up from his papers and his eyes were stone.
“Why is that?”
“I’d be more comfortable. A good way to get to know my boss.”
“I’m your boss.” The challenge in his eyes and edge in his tone made my heart race.
“You know what I mean, Sylvester.” He sat on the edge of his desk, rubbing his hand over his chin. “You promised that you would let me make my own decisions if I agreed to work for you,” I reminded him.
“Well, when one of your decisions involves you having lunch with another man, I’m not too sure I can keep that promise.” I rubbed my hands along my arms as another chill ran through me.
“It’s not like that and you know it. Besides we agreed to be friends.”
“Friends? Friends don’t do what you and I did a few days ago.” I gasped, making him laugh. “What if I wanted to treat you to lunch?” I smiled.
“I would say no.”
“Always so quick to shut me down, Ms. Briggs.” He tried to keep a straight face, but his smile gave him away. “Alright, you can go have lunch with your new boss, but you better save dessert for me.” His eyelids lowered a bit and his glare was lustful. God, this man…. I went to say something when there was a knock on the door. Kim stepped in the room and came to stand next to me.
“Mr. Jones is on line two.” Sylvester grabbed his headset and went back to his computer. “Those files aren’t going to type themselves Raven,” Kim whispered. I gave her the side eye before following her out of Sylvester’s office.
***
Edward would come check up on me every hour to see how much progress I had made. I honestly think it was his way of checking on what Kim was doing. Poor guy, lusting after a woman that doesn’t even acknowledge him. With her attitude, she’s going to be alone for a very long time. I was halfway through the folder when I decided to take a much-needed bathroom break. My phone had been buzzing in my purse for about an hour, so it was about time I checked who was calling. When I made it to the restroom, I had six missed calls from an unknown number. Who could this be? I dialed the number back and they picked up on the second ring.
“Where the hell have you been?” Robin snapped into the phone. I had to pull it away from my ear.
“I’m working. What’s wrong? Whose number is this?”
“Working? What do you mean you’re working?” I don’t like the panic in her voice. Something must be wrong with mom.
“As in doing work… trying to pay my bills….”
“Don’t get fucking smart with me, Raven. I’ve been calling you since last week. What happened to you being in the hospital?” My palms began to sweat.
“How do you know about that?”
“Did you forget that I’m your emergency contact?” Fuck… “I thought you were dead. No one was returning my calls.” The crack in her voice, made a pit grow in my stomach.
“I’m fine. It was a work accident. I got a new job, so there’s no need to worry.” I could hear her talking to one of my nieces.
“Is that Julie?” I asked, hopeful. I haven’t talked to her in almost a year thanks to Lawrence. The jackass wouldn’t even let me visit for Christmas. And to think he would actually be okay with my mother moving down there is beyond me.
“Yeah, she keeps pulling on mom’s oxygen cord.” My eyes widened.
“You’re in New York right now?”
“Yes! I came to check on you.” Hmmm… I wonder how that went over with Lawrence.
“Is he with you?” She sniffled into the phone. A few women came into the restroom and I scurried over to the corner, moving out of their way.
“No. I left while he was at work,” she replied. Sneaking out like she always did, whenever she came down here.
“New number?”
“Burner phone,” she whispered. I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing.
“You know this is going to be the first place he looks.” We always get found, no matter how much we run and hide.
“Not this time. I have it handled. I just need to find a place for me and the girls to stay for a few days.”
“You can stay with me. I just got a new apartment…”
“How did you manage that?” She asked, cutting me off.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there to pick you up in an hour,” I said, hanging up the phone. I quickly made my way out of the restroom and back over to my desk. Edward stepped out of his office, locking the door.
“Hey, are you ready?” He asked. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was one- thirty. The elevator dinged and we watched as Kim and Maggie walked back into the office laughing. Edward waved and the two women whispered to one another and continued laughing.
“Yes, I’m ready. Can I ask a favor though?” I stood to my feet and walked around my desk to stand in front of him.
“Sure.”
“Would you mind taking me somewhere? I just have to pick up my sister and my nieces. Lunch will be my treat.” He smiled from ear to ear.
“I can’t pass up a free lunch,” he laughed. I gave his arm a squeeze and bent down to pick up my purse. When I stood back up, I saw Sylvester standing outside of his office talking to Kim. His shoulders were tense and his eyes were like an open flame as his cheeks burned a deep red. Edward placed his hand in the small of my back, letting me lead the way and Sylvester’s glare intensified. How am I ever going to deal with such a jealous man?
Edward was extremely kind for helping me pick up my sister even though she was grilling me like crazy. He just kept quiet about the situation and offered to take all of us to lunch. Since Robin was so upset, I took a few minutes to go call Ron and fill her in on everything that has happened the past week. She was just as upset that I didn’t call her sooner. After lunch, we took my sister and the girls back to my apartment, hurrying back to the office, so Edward could make his three o’clock meeting.
“Thank you so much for doing that. I truly appreciate it.” We stepped onto the elevator, waiting for the doors to close.
“Not a problem. Any friend of Sylvester’s is definitely a friend of mine,” he replied. I glanced in his direction.
“I have to ask… where have we met before?” Goosebumps formed on my arms.
“Five Guys,” he laughed. I exhaled. Okay, now I remember… he was with that girl. “It was a brief encounter, but I never forget a face.”
“You were with that lady at the time…”
“My sister, Constance.”
“Oh, I thought she was your girlfriend.” He laughed.
“No. At the moment, I only have eyes for one woman.”
“Kim?” He glanced down at me with that goofy grin.
“Is it that obvious?” I nodded, trying to suppress my laughter. “She’s so beautiful. I know this may be crossing a bit of a boundary, but I feel that I can trust you.”
“You can,” I replied. And I mean that. I’m sure he will keep all of the secrets that he heard in the car today.
“We kissed at the Christmas party and ever since then, I can’t get her off my mind.” Aww… that is so sweet. My heart flutters and breaks for him.
“Has she brought it up since?” He shook his head. “And I’m assuming that you guys were drinking that night as well.” He nodded. Oh boy…
“My sister says that I should move on from her, but I’m not sure how to. That night replays in my head every time I see her.” The elevator dinged and we both stepped out into the office.
“I think you should listen to your sister.” I was going to follow behind him, but he slowed his pace and walked along side of me. “There are a lot of great women outside of this building. I don’t think you should put all of your eggs in one basket, especially when she’s avoiding the situation.”
“I wouldn’t even know where to go to meet a girl. Since I got this promotion, work has been non-stop. I don’t know how Sylvester does it sometimes.” I giggled to myself… that’s because he comes home to someone willing to give him what he needs.
“We could grab a drink one night after work and I can introduce you to some of the girls at the club. A lot of them are single, although I’m not sure how you feel about older women.” I found out during lunch that Edward is only two years older than me.
“You’d do that?” he asked, stopping in his tracks. We were in front of my desk when he threw his arms around me, giving me a hug. I quickly glanced around the room to see a few people staring. I gave his back a few pats and stepped out of his grip.
“Sorry, probably should have mentioned that I’m a hugger,” he laughed. “I should be free Wednesday night, if that’s good for you.” I took a seat at my desk, pulling out the folder he gave me earlier.
“Sounds good,” I said, clearing my throat. He said his good-byes and made his way into Sylvester’s office for their meeting. Sweat beaded on the back of my neck as a few people’s eyes were still lingering on me.
“Making your move on to the next one?” I looked back up and Kim was right in front of my desk.
“Excuse me?”
“Just watch the moves you make here, Raven. People talk… a lot. They already have their suspicions about you and Sylvester. Don’t give them a reason to wonder about Edward too.” Before I could reply she shimmied back over to Sylvester’s office and closed the door behind her. She has some nerve, talking about me when she’s playing with this guy’s heart.
***
I tossed a quilt over Julie and Marie before giving them each a kiss on the forehead. I can’t remember the last time I got to spend this much time with them. Marie looks so much like my mother. I closed the door behind me, meeting Robin in the hall as she was coming out of the shower. Her wet curls hung in front of her tired eyes. I never realized how much we looked alike until now. Worry written all over our faces.
“Coffee?” I yawned.
“Tea please. I’ll be up all night if I drink coffee,” she whispered. “Are the girls asleep?”
“Yeah,” I said, leading her into the kitchen. I put on the tea kettle and we both took a seat at the table. She cradled her knees to her chest, wrapping herself in her own embrace. Something she always used to do when we were kids. Whenever we would hide in our crawl space, I would rest my head against her knee and we’d sing to one another, waiting for mom. That would take hours somedays and our stomachs growled until we couldn’t take it any longer.
“You gonna tell me how you managed to get this place?” She asked, breaking me away from my thoughts.
“Came with the job.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“You expect me to believe that Lawrence doesn’t know you’re here?” Her lips turned into a thin line as her eyes darted in my direction. I sighed out of frustration. “A friend is helping me get settled in.”
“And what are you giving him in return?” I’m not exactly sure. I know he agreed to be friends, but I can tell that he wants to be much more. I’m not ready to go down that road, especially since we’re both battling our own demons.
“I have to stay out of trouble I guess.”
“What kind of trouble are you in?” She asked. I stood to my feet as the tea kettle started to whistle. I grabbed two cups from the cabinet, setting them down on the counter. I’ll probably have to order more stuff from that catalog, depending on how long the girls will be here. I only got things in sets of two.
“What do you want in your tea?” I asked, ignoring her question.
“Just some honey if you have it.” I prepared both cups and brought them back over to the table. “Thank you.” I could see the slight tremor in her shoulders as she took a sip from her mug.
“Did he really not want you to come check on me?” I found myself asking. My stomach dropped as she pulled down the collar of her T-shirt, revealing the black and blue mark just below her collarbone. It was the size of a fist. I always wondered if he put his hands on her. Lawrence was so damned controlling.
“That son of a bitch,” I spat out.
“I had to leave this time. It took me awhile to get everything arranged, but I managed. Sorry to say it, but you being in the hospital sped up the process.” She wiped a stray tear off her cheek. “He… He hit Julie, a few weeks back for jumping into one of our monthly fights.”
I looked back over toward the bedroom door. No wonder I didn’t see that sparkle in her eye. She was always such a happy girl. I can’t believe he would stoop that low as to put his hands on his own daughter.
“He didn’t beat her, did he?” She shook her head.
“Only a slap across the cheek. I took the beating that night after I sent her to her room.”
“Jesus…”
“I left this morning right after he went to work. A neighbor had to drive us to the airport because he took all of the car keys.” Selfish asshole…
“You need to divorce him.”
“I don’t have the money to do that yet…”
“Why not? You’ve been working. And what about your savings account?” She sighed and placed her mug down.
“I haven’t had a job in three years, Raven. He made me quit after I had Marie. And…” She sucked her teeth. “I signed a prenup.” Holy shit…
“You didn’t…”
“He asked me to. I probably have five hundred that I’ve earned myself.” I sat up straight in my chair.
“Why haven’t you told me any of this?”
“I was embarrassed. I still am, especially the way I was hammering you about making your payments for mom,” she admitted. I ran my hands over my face. “There’s something else that I haven’t told you. I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about it.” My heart raced as I rested my elbows on the table.
“What is it?”
“You remember Eric?” I let my fingers drum along the edge of the table as I shuffled through different faces in my mind. Eric…. It sounds familiar.
“Your old boyfriend from high school? Ventburn?” She laughed.
“Vanderburgh. You could never get his last name right.”
“What about him?”
“He’s helping me leave Lawrence. We reconnected a few years ago.” I gave her a confused look.
“Why would he do that? Isn’t he in the Navy? That’s why you guys broke up.” She placed her hand on top of mine and tears brimmed the corners of her eyes.
“He’s Julie’s father.” My mouth fell open.
Holy hell…. We always said that Julie and Lawrence didn’t resemble each other, but I thought she would grow to look like him. I stood to my feet and paced around the room. I’m going to need something a little stronger than tea. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. Then I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured myself some. I took three large gulps, before meeting Robin’s eyes again. She was waiting for my response.
“How? Does he know? Does… Does Lawrence know?” I asked, fumbling over my own words.
“It was two years after Lawrence and I got married. We ran into each other one afternoon and…” she trailed off. “He knows about her. I even introduced them and she adores him. I’m not sure if Lawrence knows. I had my suspicions and I thought that was the real reason behind him slapping her.”
“I’ll kill him if it was.” I poured myself another glass, bringing the bottle over to the table. “Why did you wait so long to tell me?”
“When I got that call about you being in the hospital, I knew I had to come clean. I couldn’t live with myself if I never told you. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but you were always so angry with me.” I bowed my head.
“I was never angry with you, Robin. You just had terrible timing whenever you called,” I giggled. She laughed and I reached across the table to grab her hand now. “What are you going to do? It’s not going to be easy since Marie is Lawrence’s baby. She is his baby, right?”
“Yes,” she laughed. “Eric is going to help me figure it all out. He wants us to move in with him.”
“Really? Where does he live?”
“I’ll be in Jersey. Probably an hour away from you and mom.”
“That’s a big step.”
“I know… but I could always depend on him. I love him.” She used her free hand to wipe her eyes.
I leaned forward, pulling her into a tight hug. I remember how much time she used to spend with Eric after dad died. He was definitely her rock. I’m so glad she has him to take care of her. A knock at the door startled the both of us and I glanced over at the clock. It was going on eleven. Sylvester did say that he would stop by later tonight. I gave her shoulders a light squeeze.
“No worries, it’s my friend.”
“I’ll go check on the girls.” I watched as she walked over to the bedroom door and slowly tiptoed into the room. Wow… what a conversation. A part of me felt relieved now that she finally told me what was going on. Here I always envied her life because she lived in a big house with a rich husband. Little did I know, she was going through the same physical and mental abuse that I was. I guess childhood trauma has a way of haunting you for the rest of your life. I took a long sip of wine and made my way over to the door.
HIS POV
The meeting wrapped up over an hour ago, but Edward and I were still working. I was itching to ask him where he took Raven for lunch. Maybe it was a bad idea to have her work underneath him. They were close in age and seemed to have a few things in common. Who’s to say that they won’t start hooking up. I’ll murder him if they do… I shook my head, trying to get my head back in the game.
“You okay Sylvester?” Edward asked.
“Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“You’re clenching the edge of your desk.” I let go of the table and stood to my feet. I need a drink. I walked over to my shelf and pulled out the whisky, hidden in the back. “Nervous about the account?”
“No. Just a lot on my mind.” There was a knock on the door and then it slowly opened. Kim stepped in the room with a bag in hand. My lunch order. Some food should definitely distract me. When she placed it on the desk, I noticed Edward didn’t look in her direction. That’s a first… he’s always looked her way. This time she looked at him, aware of the fact that he didn’t turn her way or speak to her.
“Do you need anything else, Sylvester?”
“I’m good Kim. Thank you.”
“Edward? Do you need anything?” She asked. What the hell is going on? Since when does she even speak to him?
“I’m good.” Not even a peek in her direction. She squared her shoulders and made her way out of the room. I watched as his own shoulders relaxed and he exhaled.
“What was that?” I asked, taking a seat at my desk. I took a long swig and enjoyed the sting it left.
“What?”
“You usually drool whenever Kim steps foot in the same room as you.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“She doesn’t seem interested, so it’s best I don’t waste my time. Raven says I should move on.” My eyes flew in his direction and my skin felt prickly.
“Raven said that?”
“My sister too, but yeah she did. She offered to take me out for a drink Wednesday night to show me off to the ladies,” he replied. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my temper under control.
Not being ready for a relationship… wanting to be friends… I can’t believe I fell for that shit. A bunch of fucking lies.
“Did she tell you that during lunch?” I tried to keep some optimism in my tone, but on the inside, I was boiling hot.
“Yeah. We had lunch with her sister and her nieces at that new taco place down the road.” I gripped the glass as I swallowed the remainder of the dark liquid. Already meeting members of her family… he didn’t even have to get her an apartment and he’s already ahead of me. Next thing you know he’ll be meeting her mother after the operation I helped her pay for. I refilled my glass and emptied it again.
“Seems like you two have gotten close. Her first day hasn’t even ended yet.” Edward looked up at me and I put a fake smile on my face. I could ring his fucking neck.
“Yeah, she seems like a great girl. Thanks for letting me have her. She’s going to make an awesome assistant.” I slammed my hands on the desk a little harder than necessary, startling him. “Whoa… are you okay?”
“I forgot that I have to make a very important phone call. Would you mind finishing up those codes by yourself? I’ll check them when you’re finished.”
“No problem,” he said, grinning. “Enjoy your lunch. Next time you should come with me and Raven. That taco spot was incredible.”
I gave him a wave as he closed the door behind him. Then I picked up my glass, throwing it at the wall. Fuck…I knew this would happen. I have to get rid of him. Send him to another company. Or maybe just walk out there right now and fire his ass. Show Raven who really runs this place.
I ran my hands over my face and took a seat. I can’t do that. Edward has proven his loyalty since he told me about John. And he’s a great partner. I would be a fool to get rid of him. I reached into my desk, pulling out two packets of sugar and one of my business cards. I ripped open the packets, sprinkling the sugar along the table. I took a deep breath as I sorted the sugar into two piles. A chill went through me as the tension in my shoulders eased.
My therapist told me that I’m supposed to be over this phase already. I find it way too comforting. Especially when I can’t get my mind off her. I should probably make an appointment with Dr. Phillips. It’s been almost three months since I’ve spoken to him and I feel like I’m slowly spiraling out of control. I pulled out my phone, sending Kim a text.
Me: Can you get in touch with Dr. Phillips and make an appointment? Preferably on a Saturday. Also, can you have Steve bring a broom to my office?
I exhaled and sat back in my seat, before leaning forward and sweeping the sugar on the floor.
***
I stood at her front door, bottle of wine in hand and temper through the roof. It’s been almost ten minutes and for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to knock. I don’t want to lash out at her without hearing her side. I lost control of my life once, I can’t go through that again and fuck up everything that I’ve worked so hard to get back. I can’t let Raven unhinge me…
I knocked on the door, listening to the shuffling around on the other side. There were a few hushed whispers and then I could hear the locks on the door. It opened and the first thing I saw were her feet. Her toenails were yellow, like a sunflower. Most women would opt for red or white, keeping the man’s attention. But yellow really fit her and went well with her melanin skin. My eyes roamed up her legs and over her shorts. Her shirt was lifted slightly and the butterfly tattoo peeked out from behind it. The tank top barely covered her breast, making me harder than steel. She smelled like baked goods and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her into a kiss.
Raven leaned in, putting her arms around me, returning the kiss. I caressed her back, unable to hide the longing I’ve had to touch her. She opened her mouth as I dipped my tongue inside, letting it move with hers. I don’t know if this need for her is ever going to end. I never thought a person could have the same effect on me as a drug did. She’s dangerous.
She places her hand on my chest, lightly pushing me away. Once she’s finally able to catch her breath, her gaze meets mine.
“Wow… that was…”
“Delicious,” I said, giving her behind a squeeze. “I’ve been waiting to do that. And so much more.” I reached for the door and she caught my arm, alarm written on her face.
“We can’t.”
“Why not?” Anger surged through me.
“My sister and my nieces are in there.”
“Do you not want me to meet them?” She let go of my arm and I took a step back.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea….”
“Oh, so Edward can meet your sister. But I can’t?” I snapped. Her eyelids fluttered and she crossed her arms over her chest.
“I guess word does travel fast at your office.”
“And people move faster.” My mouth was moving before I could think of what to say. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This is not going how I want it to go…
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You and Edward, going out for drinks on Wednesday night. What’s that all about?”
“There is nothing wrong with two friends going out for a drink.”
“You and I went out for drinks…”
“That’s different.”
“How so? Who’s to say you two won’t start fucking?” She gasped and placed her hands on her hips.
“Because my pussy is not for sale and I don’t throw it around to any man that gives me a fucking compliment. And you need to understand that you don’t own it. I can go out with whomever I want, Sylvester.” I clenched the bottle in my hand. “And before you make a bigger fool out of yourself, you can’t come in because my nieces are sleeping and my sister isn’t in the mood to talk. So, I suggest you go drink that by yourself and cool off!” She said, turning toward the door. I looped my fingers in her shorts, tugging her backward.
“You need to stop walking away from me when I’m speaking to you.” I draped my arm around her waist, giving her enough space to move, but keeping her close enough to feel her warmth. I rested my head against her shoulder, exhaling. “I’m sorry.” I whispered against her skin. Her shoulders relaxed as I placed my lips against them.
“These jealous fits have to stop, Sylvester. They’re exhausting.” I kissed along her neck and she shivered. My free hand cupped one of her breasts as I let my thumb graze her nipple.
“I’m sorry… come back to my apartment and I’ll make it up to you.” Raven’s head fell to the side giving me more access to her neck. Her skin was warm as I made small circles with my tongue. She tasted just as sweet as she smelled.
“I’m really tired. Today really wore me out…”
“I’m not taking no for an answer Rae… my day was just as hectic and I need you. Right now,” I said, nipping her ear. She turned around to face me and I pulled her in closer, giving her a feel of how much I wanted her. She moaned, pressing herself against me.
“Your neediness is starting to get on my nerves,” She said, biting my bottom lip.
Little does she know, it’s starting to get on my nerves too. I was never like this with any of my exes. When I was with Myrah, I couldn’t wait to go to work just to get away from her. But Raven… I’m not sure what this is. Hopefully, this hold she has over me doesn’t pull me under. Lord knows if I’ll be able to handle my addiction a second time around.
Chapter Five
HER POV
The workload around the office really started to pick up. All of the filing, organizing, getting in touch with clients was very tiresome. It took up most of the day and made work go by pretty fast. Edward would be so busy that I would have to remind him about going on lunch. I am extremely grateful that I was given this opportunity. If it weren’t for Sylvester, I’d probably still be down at HP, shaking my ass to pay rent.
I grabbed the two large stacks of papers that were sitting on my desk from last night, balancing them in both of my arms. Then the first stack slipped from my hands, scattering across the floor. Great… As I bent down to pick them up, Kim and Maggie both came into the room, laughing amongst themselves. They glanced in my direction, but continued walking into Sylvester’s office.
“Good morning Raven.” I stared as the blue dress shoes stepped in front of me. “Would you like some help?” He bent down to help pick up my papers before I could give him an answer.
“Thank you, Keith. Oh, and good morning.” He was one of the few guys in the office that has been speaking to me. Every day he would walk past my desk and smile. He had the whitest teeth I ever did see. Keith was just a few years older than me, but the stress of the job made him look much older. “How are you?”
“I’m pretty good. Well, that was before I made this big mess,” I laughed. He helped me sort out the stack of papers before pulling me to my feet. “Thank you.”
“It’s not a problem at all. Are you headed to the copy room?” I nodded. “Me too. Mind if I join you?” I shrugged my shoulders as he gestured for me to lead the way. He grabbed the two stacks of papers from my hands and carried them for me. I could feel the eyes watching us as we made our way down the hall. It’s as if I can’t have a conversation with anyone in this place without people watching. Although, I doubt this is even a conversation, since he’s doing most of the talking. I can’t believe how nervous I am and I used to take off my clothes for guys like him.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” We walked into the copy room and he placed the papers next to the copy machine.
“Sorry. How’s your morning going so far?” I asked.
“Well, I’m currently talking to a beautiful woman, so it’s going great.” My cheeks heated as I turned on the machine. “You mind if I ask where you’re from?”
“I live in the area, but I grew up in Harlem.” His grin widened. “How about you?” Repeating his own questions, seemed to be the safest option. I can’t believe I’m blushing like a teenager.
“I could tell. I can hear it in your voice and by the way you hold yourself. People from Harlem have a realness about them. Same thing about people from Brooklyn.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“Heck yeah! Can’t you tell?” He leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest.
“I’m going to assume you’re from Brooklyn.”
“You know it, beautiful.” That sent a tingle down my spine. “How are you liking the job? I used to be an assistant before I got promoted.”
“It is keeping me pretty busy. I’m not on my feet as much so that is a good thing. It can get stressful at times, but I try to keep a clear head,” I rambled. God Raven…. Stop babbling.
“Well maybe we can grab a drink and brainstorm some ways we can help with that stress.” I giggled.
“Umm… can I get back to you on that?”
“Of course.” He reached for my hand while pulling a pen out of his pocket. Then he scribbled a number across my palm, not taking his eyes off me. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.” He kissed the back of my hand before leaving the room. So much for using the copy room. He was probably just in here to give me his number. I looked down at the ten-digit number on my palm and found myself smiling. When was the last time a guy gave me his phone number?
“Are you done socializing?” I gasped as Kim stood with her hands on her hips in the doorway. I quickly stuffed my hands into my pockets, like a kid stealing from a candy store. “Sylvester needs to speak with us in his office. You can gawk at your palm later,” she replied, turning back toward the office. I wonder if she saw Keith write his number on my hand. I shuffled behind her, ignoring my vibrating phone in my pocket. I’ll call whoever that is later.
Kim stepped into the room and I followed behind her, greeting Sylvester and Edward. I took a seat in front of both of them, taking in each man’s appearance. Edward had a blue- gray suit on that fit his physique very well. He looked so sophisticated, but there was just something that drew the eye towards Sylvester. His suit was jet black, setting off the indigo dress shirt. The way he held his shoulders back as he spoke with so much confidence made my skin tingle. A man so powerful and alluring.
I looked down at my hand, suddenly uncertain about my decision to take Keith up on his offer. Sylvester seemed to be interested, but how could we pursue anything further with the workload that he carried on his shoulders? Nights have become extremely lonely and Keith seems like the kind of guy that would not keep me waiting. He wouldn’t have me going to bed alone and waking up alone like Sylvester does. If I didn’t hear the shower running or smell the coffee brewing in the morning, I’d never know he was there.
“Raven?” I blinked a few times unaware that the meeting had started. “Are you okay with that?” Edward asked. I looked in Sylvester’s direction and his eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched tightly. My gaze followed his down to my palm and I quickly flipped my hand over.
“Okay with what?”
Edward smiled. “We’re going to Boston next weekend to check out the rest of the renovations. Will you be available to tag along?”
“I’ve never been.”
“Oh, you’ll love it! Sylvester has helped create so many beautiful museums out there. You will be so amazed. I know I was.” I never knew that Edward was such a fan of Sylvester.
“Thank you, Edward,” Sylvester said, turning his attention back towards his work. His fist clenched around his pen as he jotted down some notes.
“What would I be doing?” I asked.
“The same thing you do here, but you would more or less be shadowing Kim. She’s been to Boston with us before. She mainly goes around talking to business associates as well as customers, getting the reviews for the museum. Seeing if there is anything that we could improve. Even looking for new artists to display their work.”
“I would love to go.” I watched Sylvester’s jaw slowly unclench, but he did not bring his eyes to meet mine. God, he is so hot and cold. How can I ever get used to a man like him? Maybe I should give Keith a chance.
He turned to both Edward and Kim going over our flight arrangements and how long we would be there. I tuned them out, my mind going over to my sister and her situation. I got a few calls from an unknown number last night and I’m pretty sure that it was Lawrence. The snake bastard. I could ring his neck for putting his hands on my sister and my niece. I’m glad that she has Eric to help her get away from him. I jumped a bit when I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket again. I pulled it out to see I had three text messages.
Spice: I can’t wait to see you for lunch today! I managed to get an extra hour in case things with Edward goes well. (Received 9:30 am)
Ron: Hey! Do you think we can grab lunch later? I have so much to tell you! Please, please, please can it be something messy or greasy?? I need junk food. (Received 9:58 am)
Unknown number: I know she’s with you Raven. She can’t hide from me forever (Received 10:07 am)
I gulped and clenched my phone in my hand. This son of a bitch thinks he can text me after what he did to my sister. He doesn’t deserve to know where she is. I sent him a ‘wrong number’ text before deleting it and blocking his number. Then, I quickly sent Ron and Spice a text back, letting Ron know that she could meet up with us for lunch. Since it’s the first time Edward and Spice are meeting, I figure it will be good to bring Ron along so that I’m not a complete third wheel. I’m so glad that she agreed to meet up with him. He doesn’t need to be following Kim around like a lost puppy anymore.
“Are we boring you?” Kim asked. I glanced in her direction, taking in her appearance as well. God, why have I never noticed how wicked she looked? Her eyes were a piercing light brown and her long hair draped over her shoulders making her look like a witch.
“Not at all. Just a family issue.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have your phone out in meetings in the first place. It’s very unprofessional.” I rolled my eyes, slipping it back into my pocket.
“I’m all ears,” I said, plastering a fake smile on my face. She sucked her teeth, muttering a few words under her breath. That’s it… I’m so over her attitude. “What is your problem, Kim?” Her eyes widened and so did Edward’s and Sylvester’s. I was even shocked by the words that came out of my mouth.
“I don’t have a problem with you.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. My blood boiled…. She is such a liar.
“It seems like you do. Still think I’m not qualified for the position?” Her eyes shot over to Sylvester as her mouth fell open. Ohhh, she still hasn’t told him what she said to me that day at lunch. Interesting…
“This isn’t the time nor the place for that,” she replied.
“Hmmm, sure it isn’t. If you were the woman that you think you are, then you would say it.” Kim quickly spun toward me in her seat.
“Excuse me?? I don’t know who you think you are speaking to me that way….”
“Whoa, whoa ladies please!” Edward said. “Let’s not argue about silly things. We have a lot of work to do.”
“Fine,” Kim and I said, in unison. I looked over at Sylvester as Edward continued on with the meeting. He bit his bottom lip, trying to hide his smile. Glad to see that he finds this entertaining.
The rest of the morning went by awkwardly. I tried my best not to pay attention to the death glares I was receiving from Kim, but it was really hard to ignore. I don’t understand how she can be the one upset in this situation. All I was trying to do was prove her wrong about me not belonging here. There must be something deeper behind her reasoning for not liking me. Maybe she’s doing it for her stalker friend that was into Sylvester. Edward was locking the door to his office as my alarm went off for lunch. He stepped in front of my desk, giving me a quick spin for approval on his outfit. I laughed, sending a thumbs up his way.
“Good, it’s been a while since I’ve been on a date. I hope she likes me.”
“She will.” Nikki took me under her wing when no one else at the club wanted to. Plus, I haven’t seen a guy in her life either, so she’s probably just as nervous. “Oh, and I have another one of my girlfriends tagging along with us. They should be downstairs waiting.”
“A date with three beautiful women? It must be my lucky day,” he joked. I looped my arm through his and we made our way over to the elevator. We stopped when Keith stepped out in front of us.
“Hi,” I smiled. He looked between Edward and I, smirking. “I’ll meet you downstairs, Eddie.” He nodded in my direction and I waited until the doors closed.
“I can see why Sylvester was so angry with me this morning,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets.
“What?”
“Well, it makes sense now. Him and Edward being business partners. Seeing the two of you together. He doesn’t want anyone pushing up on his best friend’s girl.”
“Whoa whoa whoa…. What are you talking about? Sylvester told you, Edward and I were together?” I crossed my arms over my chest and turned my back toward the eyes watching us.
“He told me not to approach you, if it wasn’t work related. I just put two and two together. Explains why you said no to our date.” What the actual fuck? Why would Sylvester do something like that? And he was supposed to be helping me fit in, but instead he’s making me the odd man out.
“I didn’t say no. I just… asked if I could get back to you. I don’t want to jump into something so quickly.” Keith looked up from his feet with a huge grin.
“So, you’re saying that I have a shot?” I laughed, leaning against the wall.
“Maybe.” I scanned the room, noticing Kim, Maggie and another woman who had her back turned. They were whispering amongst each other, sending glances my way. For such a busy company, these people are the nosiest sons of bitches I have ever met.
“What are you doing tonight around seven?” I watched as his fingers ran along the sleeve of my blouse. The warmth sent tingles to my groin. God, I shouldn’t be into this guy, but I have to show Sylvester that he doesn’t control who I go out with. I deserve attention when I want it.
“Apparently going out for drinks with a guy I barely know.” He leaned forward, bringing his lips close to my ear.
“Sounds like he’s a lucky guy,” he joked. “I’ll send the company car for you around six- fifty,” he replied, kissing my cheek. I watched as he walked away, noticing the disapproving glances. The woman standing by Kim finally turned around, revealing herself. Janet stood tall and proud with a grin on her face. I bet that bitch can’t wait to run and tell Sylvester. I gave her a wave before turning toward the elevator. That will definitely give Sylvester and I more to discuss tonight.
***
“Raven, this guy wants you so bad. Why are you playing so hard to get?” Ron asked. She leaned her hand over the balcony, letting the ashes fall from her cigarette.
“I’m not playing. He thinks that he can do whatever he wants all the time and I’m not having it.”
“Is that why you agreed to meet up with this new guy?” She asked. I couldn’t bring my eyes to meet hers, so I took the cigarette from her hand. “Mhmm…. You’re playing with fire.”
“Oh whatever.” I looked back through the glass window to see Edward and Nikki smiling and laughing.
“Whose idea was it for those two to meet?”
“Mine. He’s been such a great help at work, I thought I would return the favor. He’s been obsessing over Kim.”
“The bitch from lunch?” I nodded, passing her the cigarette back. A waiter came by and gave us a drink menu. “Does she still need an ass whooping? It’s been a while since I dragged a bitch.” I laughed a little too loud.
“No, but the poor guy was practically drooling over her. You know something, I have a feeling that she’s been going back to Sylvester telling him everything that I’ve been doing.”
“Yeah? You think she would go through all that trouble?”
“I wouldn’t put it past her. It explains why he knows just about everything.” She’s probably trying to clear the way for her friend Janet. If I can barely keep Sylvester’s attention, then I know she is going to have a hell of a time doing it. I brushed the ashes from my pants as the waiter came back to take our drink orders. My eye caught the enormous Ruby on Ron’s finger as she gestured toward the menu. Holy shit, where did she get that?
“…And for you Ma’am?” He asked.
“I’ll have the same.” He quickly jotted it down and turned on his heels. “What is that?”
“What?” She asked, playing dumb. I reached for her left hand, pulling it towards me. “Oh…. That.”
“Yes that!” I said, jumping in my seat. “Johnny proposed?”
“Not Johnny….” Her eyes sparkled and I gasped.
“Dimitri?” She nodded. “And you said yes???”
“Yes!” I pulled her into a tight hug, yelping in her ear. We earned a few glares from the other people dining around us.
“Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me? When? Where? Oh my god, what about Johnny??” I asked, suddenly overwhelmed with questions. She sighed in disgust.
“Remember that little getaway Johnny had last month?” Pieces of her blonde hair whipped in her face as a gust of wind came by.
“Yeah, you said he had to lay low for a bit.” She tossed the remainder of her cigarette over the balcony.
“Yeah well, he was actually laying up with his ex- girlfriend.”
“Big boned Brenda?” She nodded, blowing smoke over her shoulder.
“Got a few sleeping pictures of him from her phone. The grimy bitch.” I placed my hand over hers, giving it a light squeeze. “I was going to tell you, but I didn’t want to pile more shit on you. As far as Dima, he was showing hints when I started picking up more shifts. Then while in Vegas, he confessed that he’s loved me for the last two years.”
“So, you married him? I didn’t know you liked him like that.”
“I’ve had feelings, but I couldn’t let it interfere with my relationship with Johnny. I’m not getting any younger. Both my parents are addicts and I haven’t seen them since I was fifteen, so that gets family out of the way for a wedding. He’s an orphan, so it worked out for the best.” As dreary as that sounds, she is right. Big weddings are mainly for your families.
“I’m your family,” I said, laughing. She gripped both of my hands.
“My biggest regret was not having you there by my side. It literally kills me that one of the happiest days of my life, my best friend was recovering from three assholes jumping her.” I bowed my head, guilt taking over. “We can have a small ceremony at the house. Invite all the girls from HP, so I can have some bridesmaids.”
“Sounds great to me.” We sat back in our chairs as the waiter brought our martinis to the table. Who said it was too early to drink? I have another five hours to my shift and a bunch of nosy bitches waiting for me back at the office. I glanced down at my watch to see that we only had half an hour of our break left. When I looked back up to cheers with Ron, I spotted Greg inside at the bar. What the hell is he doing here?
“Ron, I’ll be right back,” I said, excusing myself from the table. I hurried past a few women mingling by the bar and tapped on his shoulder.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered.
“I’m doing my job, Ms. Briggs.” He smiled. God, it’s hard to be angry with such a kind man.
“Did Sylvester tell you to follow me?”
“It’s my job,” he repeated. I let out a frustrated sigh. “You were attacked a little over a week ago. Did you really think he would let you out without protection? It’s still not safe.” Ugh!! I hate how he’s treating me like a child that needs to be monitored.
“I can take care of myself, Greg.”
“I know that. But like I said Ms. Briggs, I’m only doing my job. Just pretend I’m not even here,” he said, patting my arm. I went to object, but he closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m not even here.” I laughed, too tired to argue. Oh man, Sylvester is just full of surprises. Telling all my co-workers to not talk to me, having me followed, leaving me by myself all hours of the night. He has one hell of an argument coming his way. I turned back toward the table where Edward and Nikki were sitting, but they were no longer there. Then I spotted them in the corner… really getting to know each other. Wow… nervous my ass. I laughed, making my way back out to the balcony with Ron.
***
It was ten minutes to seven as I paced back and forth in front of Sylvester’s door. He’s been in there with Kim for the last two hours and it’s driving me nuts. I hate this whole professional thing, especially when all I want to do is rip his head off. Get it together Raven… don’t let him see how much this affects you. I have all the control… he doesn’t. Besides, I don’t want to get too worked up before meeting up with Keith. Oh boy…. A first date. Am I ready for this? Accepting a new man in my life. Chills ran down my arms and I exhaled. Relax… deal with one thing at a time.
I grabbed the knob to Sylvester’s office and pushed it open before I could talk myself out of it. Then I slammed it shut, earning a glare from Kim and Sylvester. Rage surged through my body when I caught the smug look on his face.
“I need to speak with you, Mr. Nash.” I said, dragging out his name.
“We’re in the middle of something.” He replied, shooing me away.
“Now.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he tried to hide his smirk.
“Kim, will you excuse us?” Her eyes darted in his direction as if she were in disbelief.
“Sylvester…” He put his hand up, not taking his eyes off me.
“We can finish it tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” I clenched my thighs together, suddenly aware of how aroused I was. This is freaking nuts…. A man has never had this much control over my emotions just by a single look. Kim hesitated, but then slowly rose up from her chair, gathering up her paperwork.
“Good night,” I said, as she made her way out of the door. She rolled her eyes and slammed it shut.
Silence filled the room as we glared at one another. His hunter green eyes sparkled as if he were playing a game. This cocky motherfucker… I watched, breathless as he stood to his feet, shimming out of his suit jacket.
“What seems to be the problem, Ms. Briggs?” Sylvester slowly began to unbutton his dress shirt. Oh, if he thinks we’re about to have sex, then he has got the wrong idea. But damn was he fucking hot. The tattoo peeking out from behind those top three buttons, sweat beading along his forehead… I took a step back against the wall.
“You have Greg following me?”
“Yes.” His honesty surprised me. I was expecting more of a fight.
“Why?” I watched as he cleared his desk. Making some last- minute notes and filing away papers. He was doing all the right things just to piss me off.
“You’re not safe,” he finally said. “Those men are still out there and it would be foolish on my part to let you wander off on your own.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“So, you keep telling me.” I watched as he rolled up his sleeves and made his way around his desk. I put up my hand, objecting him to move any further and he laughed.
“Why are you telling people in the office not to speak to me unless its business related?” He cocked his head to the side.
“I said that?”
“Don’t play games!” He let out a chuckle, ruffling his fingers through his messy hair. God, I could just eat him up. “You told Keith not to speak to me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do! You have every man in this building afraid to say anything to me! It needs to stop! Now!”
“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” His question took the wind from my lungs. His gaze was riveted on my face, then slowly moved down my body. I’m sure he could see how aroused I was. My nipples were so hard, they could probably cut through glass.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. What are you going to do if I don’t stop?” His tone was cold yet sensual. “I’m letting them know what is mine…”
“Oh my God!!! I’m not an object! And the last time I checked, I’m still single! There is no ring on my finger! No man in my bed every night…” He raised a brow, giving me a smirk. He was the man in my bed every night.
“I think you’re overreacting.”
I scoffed. “Overreacting? You’re being… an asshole!” He laughed, surprised by my use of words. “I don’t have time for this, I have somewhere to be.” I replied, throwing up my hands in frustration. I reached for the doorknob when his warm hand grasped mine.
“Don’t be angry with me…”
“How can I not be angry when you are ruining my chances of meeting new people.” I turned to look up in his direction. I was frozen in place as his chest was literally centimeters away from my breasts. One touch from him now would have me unraveled. “You said that you were going to help me fit in. How are you going to do that when you’re telling people to stay away from me?”
I gasped as his hands gripped my waist, pulling my body toward his. I took in his tempting, attractive physique as his cologne embraced me. His thumbs slowly rubbed the fabric of my blouse.
“Meeting new people? Do you not want to be with me? Am I not satisfying you?” His fingers moved along my skin, sending shivers through me.
“I want to be able to make that decision for myself. I don’t want to be given orders.” Sylvester took a step back, giving me space to breathe. I could see the hesitance in his eyes as he fought against what he wanted to say.
“Are you really considering going out with Keith?”
“What makes you think I’m going out with him?” The accusation was present in his eyes.
“I saw the number on your hand earlier and he’s been talking about it around the office all afternoon.”
“Well…”
“He has nine cats and still lives with his mother,” he said, cutting my statement short. I scrunched up my nose.
“How do you know that?”
“Two shots of vodka and he sings like a bird.” I giggled, staring down at my feet. I never would have guessed that. Sylvester grabbed my chin. “Are you?” I caught a glimpse at his watch and saw it was a little after seven.
“He said he was going to send the company car to pick me up at seven. It would be nice to have some company.”
“Keith doesn’t have that kind of pull here,” he replied. I laughed, as his fingers rubbed along my jaw. “Am I not good enough?” I shifted away from his touch… he has me so hot and bothered I can’t even think straight.
“You’re always working. It gets lonely in that apartment.”
“I’m with you every night, Rae.”
“When I’m asleep doesn’t count….”
“I’m here now.” I watched his tongue dart from his mouth, wetting his lips.
I looked up at him through my lashes, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. Then my lips instinctively found their way to his. A warmth set deep in my belly as he pressed his body against mine. My calm was shattered with the hunger of his kiss as my hands got reacquainted with his body. Sylvester untucked my blouse from my slacks, cupping my breasts. He moved across my jaw as my lips burned in the aftermath of his fiery possession. His growl rippled through my entire body.
“Dammit Rae,” he groaned. His hands swept down my legs, lifting me up to wrap around his waist. “You. Are. Mine… no matter how much you protest, baby. My name is the only name you’re going to scream while you come. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I moaned. His tongue swept over my collar bone, up my neck, dipping into my ear. Every nerve in my body came to life, as his fingers worked over my nipples. “And you’re mine,” I found myself saying. He stopped kissing my neck and pulled away to examine my face. Shit… I just ruined the moment. But his gaze was of admiration rather than confusion. My heart skipped a beat as he placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Rae, I’ve been yours since I laid eyes on you at the club.”
HIS POV
Raven’s words made my head spin. And you’re mine… She has no idea how long I’ve waited to hear someone say that back to me. All the years of burying myself in my work, spending money on women who would barely show me any affection when I needed it, dealing with unloyal co- workers. I’ve finally gotten to the point where someone is willing to give themselves to me like I am willing to give myself to them.
I pressed our bodies against the wall, kissing down her chest as her hands worked for my belt. I need her to see how much she means to me. I refuse to lose her to a douchebag like Keith, or anyone else. Frustration was evident, as I placed her feet back down on the ground.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh…” I kneeled down in front of her, slowly pulling her pants to her ankles. “Step out of them.”
Raven did as she was told, kicking off her sneakers in the process. I lifted one of her legs, draping it over my shoulder, leaning in toward her sex. The smell of her made me harder than I thought I could ever be.
“You’re mouthwatering, Rae.” I pulled her thong to the side, lightly teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. I watched her throw her head back as my tongue swept through her slick folds, circling her clit.
“God Sylvester, it’s so hard to stay mad at you when you do that,” she moaned. The sight of her was magnificent. Panting and moaning above me… the scent of her wafting through my nose. Not to mention her taste…. As sweet as strawberries. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I sucked her clit into my mouth. I grabbed her other leg, wrapping them both around my shoulders, burying my face within her sweet, warm haven. Her juices dripped down my chin… my neck… all the way to my chest, as I tried to lap up as much of her as I could. She’s fucking perfect. I could stay here forever, pleasuring and being near her.
“Oh, fuck that feels good! Oh my god…. I- I- I’m….” She moaned, unable to finish her sentence. The more she clenched, the harder I sucked and circled her with my tongue. She screamed out of pure bliss and I felt myself become drenched. Raven’s body trembled and she looked stunning. Tired and pleasured all wrapped up in one. I placed her feet back on the ground and she slid down the wall to the floor. I used my hand to wipe her wetness from my chin, bringing each of my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean.
“I’ve… never done that before,” she panted.
“Squirted?” She nodded. “Hope it felt as good as it tasted.” A hint of red flushed in her cheeks.
“I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest.” I chuckled, sitting down beside her. “Sorry about the mess,” she replied, gesturing towards my shirt.
“Don’t be… it was just as amazing for me.” I looked at my watch and it was going on seven-thirty. So much for her date…. I groaned as she gripped my cock in her hand, pushing me back onto the floor.
“Your turn,” Raven whispered.
Hunger flashed in her eyes as she yanked my pants down. Her lips captured mine, pulling me further into her spell. The soft movement of her lips were suddenly all I needed. My muscles relaxed and the tension drained from my body as she kissed down my chest. Then I closed my eyes as her warm mouth encircled my cock. God, she makes my mind drift back to the place I used to go when I needed to escape. She’s just as intense as the drug. Her warm embrace… Her kiss… hypnotizing and as powerful as black magic.
In this moment, her mouth wrapped around my cock, if she asked, I would give her the world. I could get lost in her. The sting from her fingernails digging into my thighs was exactly what I needed to bring my soul back to earth. Her eyes, illuminated by the fire burning deep within them. Her lips… swollen, plump, and red around the head of my cock. Hair wild like a lioness hunting for her next meal. She looks fucking incredible.
I watch as Raven moves, slowly up my chest, not taking her eyes away from mine. I was completely stuck. Heart pounding through my ears and palms a sweaty mess. She gripped my length in her hands, stroking all the way to the base, making me feel as if I were going to explode. God, what is she doing to me? My breath stalls as she slides her thong over before sinking down on me. A groan rippled through my entire body as she clenched around me. Then she began to move… ever so slowly. Shattering my world. The feeling… God I can’t even describe how amazing she felt… like silk sheets on a cool night, after an exhausting day. My hands… getting lost within the curves of her warm skin, finding the place that they want to be most. Raven gasped as my fingers pinched and tugged at her nipples.
“Sylvester…. Oh fuck, Sylvester.” The room was filled with the symphony of her moans… even my own surprised me. No woman has ever brought this side out of me. She started to pick up her rhythm, riding me like her life depended on it. My balls tightened as she pounded against me.
“Holy shit Rae, that feels amazing!” I lifted my hips, thrusting quickly until I felt my seed burst into her. Then she collapsed onto my chest, shaking from her own orgasm.
The room spun… sending chills through me. God… I’m done for. No one else is going to make me feel the way that she does. Dangerous she is indeed. Raven’s curls were now soft waves along my chest as her breathing slowed. The soft snores proved my plan to be a success, but was also bittersweet. I can’t use sex to keep her here. Eventually she’s going to want more from me and I have to find a way to give it to her. I don’t know what I’ll do if she leaves… or what bad habits I will fall back into.
KIM’S POV
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I slammed my briefcase down on my desk. That… That fat bitch! Ugh, she makes me sick. Thinking that she can just come in here and run everything. And Sylvester just lets her! Things have been such a mess between us since she started working here. I thought she was going to be a passing phase like Janet, but now he doesn’t even… ugh, when is it going to be my turn?
I frantically buttoned up my coat, forcing myself not to look back at his office. The elevator doors opened as I texted Maggie, saying that I would have time to go shopping for the movie night. A pain shot through my stomach, as I glanced down at the wine bottle in my purse. All those hours at the gym, extra Pilates classes, and two to three hours of sleep a night… done for nothing! Raven just sits at her desk, stuffing her face like she’s a god damned pig. How does he find her more interesting and attractive than me? I have all of my degrees, had been the top of my class, and did three internships while working two jobs. He even said I was the best assistant he has ever had. And yet, he’s slumming it with that community college oinker… who even knows if she graduated.
The elevator opened and I spotted Keith standing by the front door. That dog has been sniffing after every woman in the office since his girlfriend left him. If I was anything like Raven, I’d sleep with him to make her jealous. But I don’t want him thinking that he is even worth an ounce of my time. What a sorry excuse for a man. The pea- brained pigeon…
“Hey there, Kim. You look very lovely this evening.”
I rolled my eyes. “What are you doing here this late?”
“I’m waiting for Raven. We’re supposed to grab a drink. Have you seen her?” Of course, her first move around the office is with this skeeze ball. Oh… so that means she isn’t interested in Sylvester if she’s going out with Keith. I still have a chance to tell Sylvester how I feel.
“I think I saw her in the ladies room. I will go double check if she’s upstairs.” I spun on my heels, trying to contain my excitement.
Yes… everything is falling back into place. Now, I can tell Sylvester how I’ve loved him since the day I became his assistant. I’m sure he’s felt it and was afraid to say anything first. Relationships aren’t his strong suit from what I’ve seen. But he doesn’t have to worry about me giving up on him. I’m one hundred percent dedicated to him and this company. The late nights together, the “accidental” brushing of our hands, telling me how lucky he is to have me. He does like me.
When the elevator reached the office floor, I sprinted down the hall, heart pounding in my throat. I went to knock on the door when I heard a noise. My body froze as I strained to make out what it was. That can’t be what I think it is. No… he wouldn’t be. Then I heard her. Saying his name, over and over. I held my stomach, suddenly feeling sick. How… how could he? In our special place. The tears swelled in my eyes and I quickly ran toward the staircase. That fucking whore! Coming into our lives and destroying what could have been. How could he let her do that to me? How could he do that to me? I burst through the side door, ignoring Keith’s calls and out into the cool night air… finally able to catch my breath.
****
“Maybe you should slow down. We still do have work in the morning,” Maggie said, as I poured my fourth glass of wine.
“Why should I? I’ve already lost the one guy that I have liked for the past three years to a fat cow! I should just call out sick. After what I heard tonight…. I can’t even look at him,” I slurred.
“She’s not fat…”
“Yes, she is!! Her life revolves around carbs, Maggie! I saw her devour the amount of pasta that I would eat in two weeks! She’s a whale!” I spat out. Maggie gave me a disapproving look. I know… I’m the last person who should be fat shamming. My mother sent me to fat camp.
“Talking about her weight isn’t going to make you feel better, Kim.”
“It might,” I said, bringing my glass to my lips. She poked me in my side with her foot as I laughed. “I thought I finally had him this time, Mags. We were spending so much time together.”
“I told you, he is just like his father. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you how many women I had to have escorted off the premises. His father is a dog and he’s no different. Just look how he treated Janet.”
“Janet had it coming and you know it. I love her to death, but you know how obsessive she gets after she sleeps with someone. Sylvester wasn’t into her….”
“Oh, there you go making excuses for him again.” Maggie grabbed the bowl of popcorn and sat back on the couch.
“I’m not making excuses. He’s different when we’re alone. Always making jokes, making sure we always have breakfast, lunch or dinner. He cares…”
“About getting his work done,” she said, cutting me off. I looked in her direction and she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t see why you don’t give Edward a chance. He’s been after you since you guys kissed at the Christmas party.”
“Ugh… don’t remind me. That was one of the worst decisions I had made in a long time… along with half a loaf of bread I ate that night. He isn’t going places like Sylvester is. He will always be second best compared to Sylvester. I want to be with the best. And now I have to fight even harder, since this hungry hippo stepped into our lives. She needs to go!”
“God, what is it with you and her weight, Kim? Her and I are practically the same size. Are you calling me fat too?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Well… you could do a few more squats at the gym.”
Maggie gasped. “You bitch!” She said, tossing some popcorn at me. I hid behind a pillow, when the doorbell rang. Finally, Janet is here with dinner. I swear that girl is going to be late to her own funeral.
“I’m only teasing. But seriously, once Raven is out of the picture, you’ll see.” I placed my glass down on the table to go answer the door.
“And how are you going to do that?” Maggie yelled after me. I opened the door, but stepped back when Janet burst through it. She rushed into the living room, eyes almost bulging out of her head.
“Geez, you could say excuse me, or even hello.”
“I’m sorry, but I found something. This guy gave it to me outside.”
“Did you recognize him?” Maggie asked. I walked over to them, grabbing the bag out of Janet’s arms. I’ve been waiting for this cheat day all week. No reason to worry about my weight if I have no one to show off my progress to.
“Nope, all he said was that it was from an old friend.”
“An old friend?” I grabbed a chicken finger from the box, dipping it into my ranch sauce. Oh my God…. That is amazing!
Janet pulled a manila envelope from her purse, quickly opening it. She slapped the pictures on the table and the chicken finger fell from my hand. Holy shit!
“Oh my God,” Maggie and I said, in unison.
“I know!” Janet screamed, unable to contain her excitement. It was pictures of Raven… performing oral sex on multiple men. I pushed the first picture out of the way to see another…. And another. Even one of her dancing in a G-string and pasties. She’s… she’s a stripper and a prostitute? That’s why her resume was so skimpy. No job listed before this one. It explains so much.
“W-where- What?” Maggie was at a loss for words.
“I knew something was off about her,” I whispered. “I have to tell Sylvester. He needs to know.” I said, pulling out my phone. What if he’s still with her? That will give her the opportunity to win him over. I have to tell him when he’s alone. Janet placed her hand over my phone.
“We can get back at her for the way she talked to me that night, Kim. We corner her in the office and blackmail her. Sylvester doesn’t have to know about it.”
“He needs to know that he’s sleeping with a prostitute!” Janet’s mouth fell open. Shit…
“What? He’s sleeping with her? You said they were only talking,” she said, turning towards Maggie. She grabbed Janet’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
“That is what we thought too,” Maggie replied.
“I heard them in his office a few hours ago.” Janet bowed her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. I feel so bad keeping this secret from Janet. She’s my best friend and has no idea that we love the same man. Then her head shot up and she grabbed the pictures off the table, walking over to my computer.
“What are you doing?” Maggie and I asked, following behind her.
“Sending them.” Janet logged onto our company website, making an anonymous email.
“To who?” We asked again.
“To everyone! She wants to sleep with my man… well I have news for her. It’s not going to happen again. I’m getting her the fuck out of Charette Design.”
“Janet! That is not a good idea. You don’t know what she’s going through or what the intentions behind those pictures were…” Maggie said.
“Well obviously, someone wanted me to do something with them. I’m only doing my civic duty,” she giggled. I watched in disbelief as she put them into my scanner.
“Kim, tell her she can’t do this,” Maggie said. I watched the panicked expression on her face. I was frozen in place. I should let her do this… it will get Raven out of our lives and mine back on track with Sylvester’s. Everyone wins!
“Sylvester needs to know,” I replied.
“And so do the other hundred employees at the company,” Janet said, laughing. Maggie looked between the two of us, before snatching the pictures away. “Hey! What the hell are you doing?”
“It’s not right! You have no idea what that girl is going through and the both of you want to blackmail her to please the biggest jerk of the company?! He’s just like his father! Uses women and then spits them out after picking his teeth with their weary bones! You two should be ashamed of yourselves!”
“Maggie….”
“And what makes you think he won’t find out where the pictures came from? He can trace them to your computer, Kim! Think!” She yelled. Her chest heaved from being out of breath and I started to sweat. She’s right… That would have been very stupid to use my computer.
“Okay, we won’t send anything. I will talk to Sylvester in the morning about what we found.” She gave me one of her murderous glances. “I promise.” I grabbed the photos from her hands, and ripped them in half. Janet gasped; disappointment evident on her face. Maggie’s shoulders relaxed and she cast me an approving smile.
“Good, I’m going to go have a smoke,” she replied, grabbing her purse. Once she was out on the balcony, I looked down at the missed opportunity scattered on the floor.
“I made copies.” The hairs stood on the back of my neck, when Janet grabbed my shoulder. “That’s what took me so long to get here. I know you hate her as much as I do. She’s standing in the way of your promotion. All you have to do is say the word and I’ll send them. I know a guy who will let me use his computer. He’s good with all that computer shit, so I’m sure he can make it untraceable. Just say the word,” she whispered, looking out towards the balcony. My heart pounded just like it did when I was running toward his office door. She’s in the way of greater things….
“Do it,” I replied.
Chapter Six
HER POV
I thought I would be more excited about going to Boston, but the thought of being with Kim the whole time makes me want to barf. Literally… I held my stomach as it lurched from the smell of my sister scrambling eggs. I must be getting a bug or something because I haven’t been able to handle the smell. And I’ve always loved eggs.
“Is your tummy bothering you again, Auntie?” Julie asked, with a mouth full of food.
“No sweetie, it’s just another belly bubble,” I replied, making both her and Marie laugh. I grabbed a mug from the cabinet, pouring myself a cup of coffee.
“You were out late last night.” Robin gave me a smirk, sweat still staining her T- shirt from her morning workout. I never realized how much I missed her until she stepped through my door. I feel complete having her here and I hate to see her go, especially with all that she’s dealing with. Fucking Lawrence…. The low life prick.
“Sylvester has everyone working late.”
“You were working alright,” she said, swiveling her hips in a circle. I laughed, tossing a piece of toast at her. “What’s his deal anyway? You guys dating?” She walked over to the girls, scooping the eggs on to their plates.
“I’m not sure. He’s always working… and I don’t want to be a bother…”
“Rae, you are obligated to know what his intentions are. Don’t be his good time gal and not get anything in return.” I laughed, gesturing at the apartment full of stuff.
“I think it’s safe to say that he has given me plenty.” We both laughed, until we heard a loud thud at the door.
“ROBIN! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!” I looked over at my sister and her eyes were enormous with terror.
“Oh my god…. Oh my god,” She panicked. The girls looked back and forth at each other as Robin pulled them into her arms. “I-I-I don’t know h-h-how he found us. I was careful this time,” She stuttered.
“What time is Eric coming?” I whispered.
“Not for another hour.” Marie started to cry as the banging grew louder on the door. “Shhh… you have to be quiet, sweetheart.”
“Go into the bedroom and hide,” I whispered. Robin shuffled Julie and Marie into the bedroom but stopped at the door, turning to face me. Her eyes overflowed with tears and she was hesitant. “Go. Close the door,” I whispered. Once they were hidden, I looked over at the clock on the wall. Eight- thirty. Fuck…. Sylvester is already at the office. I reached into my pocket, sending out an S.O.S text to Greg.
“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU BITCH! I KNOW MY WIFE IS IN THERE WITH YOU!!” Lawrence yelled again, making me jump and drop my phone. I walked over to the door, slipping the chain lock over it.
“What are you doing here, Lawrence?”
“I’m here for my wife and children!! Now open the damn door!” I turned the knob, opening it slightly. My eyes burned from the stench of alcohol coming off him.
“You need to leave. There is no way my sister is going with you when you’re drunk out of your mind.”
“Where is she?” His eyes were blood shot, clothes a rumpled mess, and he looked as if he hadn’t showered or slept in weeks. My hands shook on the doorknob as I braced myself to slam it.
“Leave. That’s your final warning. If you don’t, then I’m calling the police,” I replied. Hatred blazed in his eyes and my mouth went dry. Every nerve in my body tingled as I leaned forward to close the door. Suddenly, I was thrown backwards as his foot kicked it open, shattering the chain. I grabbed onto the counter for support as I tried to focus. Stars and dots danced in my line of vision, as a dull ache settled and I tasted blood.
“ROBIN! GET OUT HERE, NOW! DON’T MAKE THIS HARDER THAN IT NEEDS TO BE!” Lawrence barged into the apartment, heading towards the bathroom. I searched through the drawers for some form of protection, but my vision was so out of focus that I couldn’t make out the objects. I could hear him rummaging and throwing things around in the bathroom, before he came back into the living room. I reached for the skillet Robin had been using, and jumped in front of the bedroom door as he was turning the knob.
“Get the hell out of my house!” I said, propping the skillet above my shoulder, preparing to swing. Rage filled his eyes as he towered over me.
“Move out of my way, slut! I’m taking my kids back before you and my whore of a wife corrupt them any further!” I widened my stance, nudging him away with my knee. “You think you can fight me?” He asked, reaching for my neck. I swung the skillet, smashing his hand against the wall. He screamed, pulling his hand back, when the door flew open. Robin stood trembling before us. No, no no….
“Robin, get back in the room,” I said, trying to fight away the bile rising in my throat. The room was starting to spin and the nausea was overwhelming.
“Please don’t fight him, Raven. It will only make things worse,” she cried. Lawrence cradled his hand to his chest, a satisfactory grin settling on his lips.
“Get the girls and let’s go.” Robin was stuck… completely frozen in place. The scars from our childhood trauma were evident in her eyes. I haven’t seen her this afraid in years. Not since that night…. The cowardly bastard knew he was going to get his way. “Now!” he yelled, making the both of us jump out of our skin. I have to protect her like she protected me…
“NO! She’s not going anywhere, you son of a bitch!” He went to raise his hand to strike me, when it was caught by a big black fist. I turned to see Greg, holding a taser against Lawrence’s rib cage. Eric stood behind him, pistol in hand.Thank God.
“The lady asked you to leave. You can either go willingly or get dragged out of here while getting a good ass beating. It’s your call.” Greg said. Lawrence looked between the four of us, contemplating his next move. He pulled away from Greg, losing his balance and hitting the wall.
“You can’t run forever,” he said, looking at Robin. “I’ll see you in court,” he replied, before spitting at her feet. I watched as he wobbled out of the apartment, still holding his hand to his chest. The weight in the room lifted and I could finally breath. Robin took off, leaping into Eric’s arms. She kissed him repeatedly, squeezing the life out of him. I turned to put the skillet down on the table.
“Is everyone alright?” Greg asked. I nodded, plopping down in my chair. “Did he do that to you?” I placed my hand over my lip, pulling away to see the blood.
“He kicked the door open. I’ve taken worse blows.” Then I was pulled into a bear hug by Robin, as she sobbed into my shoulder.
“Please, don’t you ever do that again…. Thank you so much, Raven.” I held her tightly, relief taking over my body. We won this battle… but I know Lawrence is going to give us one hell of a war.
****
I rushed over to the elevator, totally aware of how late I was. God, of all days for Lawrence to pop up. I looked at my phone again… still no text from Edward or Sylvester. I am in deep shit. Covering up the bruise on my forehead and busted lip took much longer than I anticipated. I also spent the last half hour throwing up after the adrenaline rush. My stomach hates me and all I can hold in is avocado toast. Greg insisted that he tell Sylvester what happened, but I didn’t want to throw him off his game this morning. He had a huge meeting with some guys interested in a partnership with his company. The doors opened to the office floor and I could feel the eyes on me as I walked through the room. A few whispers and giggles. Keith stood in the break room, having a cup of coffee with a few co-workers. Shit, I totally forgot about our plans to have drinks last night. His eyes locked on mine and he winked. I stopped mid- wave when a strange feeling rushed through me as he nudged the other two guys and pointed in my direction. I guess I’ll figure that out later.
I said ‘good morning’ to a few of the ladies I passed and got no response. Fiona from the mail room even whispered something under her breath, that I could have sworn sounded like the word slut. I spun on my heels asking her to repeat herself, but she continued down the hall, turning her nose up at me. What is going on? My stomach flipped double time when I saw Edward sitting on the edge of my desk, with his arms crossed.
“Morning Eddie, I can explain why I’m late….” He put up his hand for me to stop talking. I placed my purse on my desk, suddenly feeling nauseous again.
“Come with me.” His tone was harsh and there was a nervous look in his eyes. I looked around the room to see more people staring. My eyes locked on Janet. Why was she here again? She gave me a smirk, as I followed him into his office and watched as he closed the door behind him. Goosebumps formed on my arms while I waited for him to speak. He rubbed his hands over his face, pacing back and forth in front of his desk.
“What’s going on?” I asked. He stopped to look at me, a mixture of sorrow and pity. Then his hand turned the computer screen to face me and my legs went numb.
“It was emailed to everyone this morning. Sylvester hasn’t received an email, I already checked.” I was at a loss for words. I remember that night like it was yesterday… It was when I first got introduced to John… and a few of his friends. My mouth and thighs ached from the memory. Then, before I could grab the chair, my knees gave out from under me. Edward walked over to my side, helping me up.
“Those… were… supposed to be d-d-deleted,” I managed to say. The tears blurred my vision.
“I’ve been trying to find out who sent it, but I can’t trace the email,” he said, holding me up. Then he cupped my chin, brushing his thumb over my lip. “What happened to your face?” I couldn’t get my thoughts together. Everything was crashing down on me. Then I felt it. My stomach heaved and I pushed away from Edward, rushing over to his trash can. I slumped in front of it as the aches rushed through my entire body. There was nothing left to come up, so I dry heaved as Edward held my hair back.
“Raven, what do you want me to do? I’m at a loss here.” I sobbed and heaved, while Edward rubbed my back. He tried to comfort me in the best way he could until the silence was too much for him. “My sister Constance was in an abusive relationship for years. None of us knew until she ended up in the hospital. I tell people that she lost her hearing over time, but that wasn’t the real reason. When she finally opened up to me, I realized all the signs were right in front of me and I didn’t even know. Hell, maybe I just didn’t care enough. I hated the guy and told her I wouldn’t come around if he was there.” I felt something cold rub my arm and when I turned it was a bottle of water. He gave me a tissue to wipe my face and we sat on the floor against his desk.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I’m starting to see all those signs with you. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” I bowed my head, but he lifted my chin in his direction. “I know you have a past, Raven. We all do. And I know that you’re just trying to better yourself. All those people out there don’t know what we had to do to get here.” I looked in his direction.
“We?”
He nodded. “I had a DUI back when I was twenty- one that landed one of my friends in the hospital. I came out without a scratch. Surprised I even made it through college. The situation haunted me for years. Seeing him fly through that windshield… I’ve been sober for six years now… or at least I was,” he trailed off, deep in thought.
“Wow, Eddie. What about the Christmas party? Is that when you relapsed?”
“No, I had apple juice most of the night. But it was the night John invited both Sylvester and I out to a club. I was so stressed out with work and my meditation wasn’t working. I thought…” He cleared his throat. “I thought if I just had one drink, it would help.”
“Did it work?”
“It didn’t dawn on me what I was doing until I ordered my third Rum and coke. That accident kept replaying in my head every time I reached for the glass, but I just wanted to relax. I ended up leaving early because John started getting agitated and I was a mess. Everyone is so wrapped up in their own lives that they never notice a cry for help. Or just never care to ask. You’re the first person I’m telling.” I leaned my head against his shoulder as the tears continued to fall. This situation is so much worse….
“At least only one person knows your secret. God, there are so many people that work here that have probably already seen that email. I told Sylvester I wouldn’t fit in here. They’re going to destroy me…”
“None of them have room to judge. You’re taking the steps to make your life better. Sure, you had to make a few risky choices, but look where it landed you. A billion-dollar company.”
“I didn’t work for the job like everyone else did, Eddie. Kim made that very clear my first day.”
“Screw her! I’m starting to notice she’s not a nice person.” I laughed, surprising him.
“You’re just now realizing that?”
“Blinded by her beauty,” he joked, lightening my mood. “But I want you to know, if you ever need my help or just need someone to talk to… I’m here.” I quickly pulled him into a tight hug. I never would have thought he would come to my rescue. Men were always taking from me… but Eddie is giving me true friendship.
“You want to take the rest of the day off? Maybe tell me what happened to your face?” I nodded, but the weariness of the day started to weigh on my shoulders.
“I think I’ll go home. I haven’t been able to keep anything down and I just want to curl up in bed,” I replied, taking a sip of water. Eddie jumped to his feet and walked around his desk to grab something. He came back with a box of crackers.
“You’re not the only person to puke in this office. I have to scarf these down before meetings sometimes, so my stomach doesn’t growl,” he laughed. Then his thumb brushed over my lip again. “I hope you kicked their ass back.” I laughed, leaning my head on his shoulder and went on to tell him about Lawrence.
KIM’S POV
I squeezed my leather notepad so tightly that I’m sure there was going to be an indentation from my fingers. My mind raced as I thought of what to say to Sylvester. She’s a whore…. There is a prostitute working here and it’s Raven. Man, I wish I can just blurt it out like that. She doesn’t deserve an explanation. She lied to him. She lied to all of us. I walked down the hall to find Janet at my desk. She was typing on my computer and I instantly panicked. What the hell is she doing here? And on my computer at that… she better not try to frame me for all of this.
“Good morning.” She brought her coffee mug to her lips.
“What are you doing here? And why are you on my computer?” I tilted the screen towards me and saw that it was just a regular document.
“I’m covering for Stacy today.” I exhaled, shaking from the chill running through my body. Why can’t I stop fidgeting?“Geez, will you relax? Everything is going to be fine. The guy I was telling you about is sending the email around eight- thirty. That gives you enough time to tell Sylvester. Then, when Raven comes into work, he will give her the boot.” She sat back in the chair with a huge grin plastered on her face. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I still haven’t figured out what I’m going to say. I was up all night. What if he doesn’t fire her like we think he will? What if we’re just wasting our time?” I jumped when she slapped the manila envelope on my desk.
“Get a grip, Kim. If he doesn’t fire her, then she will leave on her own from embarrassment. She would be stupid to stay after everyone in the office sees those pictures. Now go in there and finish the job. I’ve done my part,” she said, getting up to leave. I watched her walk away, flaunting herself down the hall. She’s so determined to get Sylvester back. What a fucking joke… she’s lucky she even got that one night with him. My blood boiled at the thought.
I took a deep breath, picked up my notepad with the manila envelope, and knocked on Sylvester’s door. He yelled for me to come in and the first thing I smelled was his scent. Woodsy yet sweet. A smell that haunted me every night because I only had the handkerchief to stay by my side. I watched as he finished up with a call and had to catch myself from drooling. The crisp white button down and a deep purple tie around his neck. What I wouldn’t give to tug on it and pull him into a kiss. His hair was combed instead of the usual bed head that I loved. I wish I could run my fingers through it… focus, all will happen in due time. He wrapped up his call and took a seat at his desk.
“Good morning, Kim,” Sylvester said, with a bright smile. A twinge goes straight to my heart as I think back to last night. And here I thought that smile was only for me. I dropped the envelope on his desk, crossing my arms. “I hope you’re not upset about last night. I just got off the phone with Mike and managed to get us an extension. We can work all day if you want. I know how much you like that,” he joked. Another twinge… why does he have to be so charming? God, I can’t let this bitch take what is rightfully mine. I deserve his love… not some whore.
“We have bigger problems,” I said, putting on my game face. “Those were left on my doorstep last night.” He gave me a confused look before reaching over the desk for the envelope. Let’s see what he has to say about his golden star now. Sylvester flipped through the photos; his expression unreadable. Poor thing must be in shock. He should have never trusted someone he picked up off the street. The first thing he should do is go get tested for any STD’s.
“Has anyone else seen these?” His voice was stern and venomous.
“No,” I lied. I watched as he rolled his shoulders back, putting the pictures back into the envelope.
“Good,” he replied, stuffing the pictures into his desk drawer. “Ready to work?”
My mouth dropped open. “What are you going to do about her? She’s obviously a prostitute. Do you realize what that can do to the company name if someone were to find out? Not to mention what people would be saying about you!”
“Trust me, I could care less about what people say about me…”
“She has to go! We can’t have a prostitute working for us…”
“Me.” His tone was like ice, cutting my statement short. “She works for me, not us. As far as everything else goes, she’s turning her life around.” What the fuck? He knew???
“You knew she was a prostitute and you still hired her? How could you be so stupid?” Sudden anger lit his eyes. “Mr. Nash would’ve never put up with this.”
“You don’t know half of the shit my father did behind closed doors, Kim. The type of people that he hired. How do you think your best friend got the job?” He snapped. Then he rolled his eyes as if he regretted saying that.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“Nothing. Now, let’s get prepared for our meeting with Mr. Stallins.”
“But what did you mean about Maggie?” He let out a frustrated noise, rubbing his hand over his face.
“Drop it! I don’t want to hear about this again. Are we clear?” I stared at him in utter disbelief. How… How could he defend her? My shoulders slumped and it felt as if my heart was in a chokehold.
“Fine,” I said, taking a seat. My phone buzzed on the desk and I read the text from Janet. The deed has been done.
****
10:57 am
I stepped out of Sylvester’s office, exhausted and frustrated. My mind a complete mess, thinking back to what he said about Maggie. She got hired here a few months before me, so what could he have meant? I dropped my notepad on my desk, not caring if it knocked over anything as Janet came rushing over.
“Hey, what happened?”
“Nothing,” I said, still in disbelief.
“What do you mean nothing?”
“He knew already. And he’s not going to do anything about it, so these pictures better fucking work.”
“You have to be kidding me. Damn, she has her claws in him deep.”
“Ugh, tell me about it.” That just means I have to work three times as hard to end it between them. Plan B is in effect. “Where is the tramp anyway?” I asked. The elevator doors down the hall opened and a blonde stepped through them. I could hear the jingling of her loud chains that were wrapped around her baggy pants.
“She was late this morning. Got a few cold shoulders from the girls and Edward took her into his office as soon as she got here. It’s been almost twenty minutes.”
“Excuse me, I’m looking for Kim. Do you ladies know where I can find her?”
Janet and I turned toward the woman. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, make-up stains still showing on her cheeks and her clothes looked like they were going to fall off her body. She looks like someone that stepped out of one of those Emo stores in the mall, but the knock-off version. Don’t tell me Sylvester is just going to keep hiring people off the street. I will quit right here and now.
“We’re actually in the middle of a conversation…” Janet started to say.
“I didn’t ask all of that. I specifically asked for Kim and where I could find her,” she snapped. It was as if my veins were on fire, I was so angry.
“I’m Kim. What is it that you need?” I asked, crossing my arms. I went to turn my head when she picked up the mug from my desk and drenched me in coffee. The entire office gasped and then went silent. Thank God, the coffee was cold.
“What the hell is your problem?” Janet yelled, patting me down with napkins.
“She knows what the fuck that was for! And I can give you a little something too, bitch! You’re both lucky I don’t reach across this table and smack the shit out of both you hoes!”
“Ron!!” I turned as Edward’s door flew open and Raven ran over, grabbing the woman’s arm.
“What should I do?” Janet whispered. Her hands shook as she grabbed some tissues for me to use.
“Call security and have this mongrel escorted out of here!!” I yelled.
“I’ll show you a mongrel!” She said, knocking everything off my desk. Janet and I jumped back as my computer sparked and the screen went black. I saw some of my co-workers pulling out their phones to record, while others laughed. This is not how all of this was supposed to turn out. Before I could react, Maggie stepped in between us, pushing me back towards Janet.
“What is going on here?” She asked.
“Ask that bitch! She has been out for Raven’s blood since she started at this shithole!” Raven tried to calm down the woman, but she got pushed behind the blonde. Her face was beet red, making her green eyes fierce and vengeful.
“Well, this isn’t the place to have some kind of a throw down. Let’s be mature,” Maggie said.
“Mature? You call emailing private pictures, mature?! And I know in my gut it was that stuck up cunt right behind you!” The blonde yelled. Maggie turned to face me, accusation already settling in her eyes.
“I have no idea what she’s talking about,” I lied, wiping the rest of the coffee off my face. The burning anger in Maggie’s eyes made the guilt rip through me.
“Raven, can I please speak with you and your friend privately? We don’t want to cause more of a scene.”
“Sure,” Raven said, grabbing her friend’s hand. The blonde stepped forward and Maggie, blocked her from getting too close.
“I’ll be back for you, bitch. Watch yourself.” I rolled my eyes, totally unphased by her threats. All I have to do is tell security to keep an eye out for her and she will never be allowed back in this building again. I watched all three women walk down the hall and disappear behind the elevator doors.
“Holy shit, Kim,” Janet whispered. “I wasn’t expecting things to go down like that.” I looked up, finally aware of all the eyes on me. My gaze landed on Edward’s as he stood in his doorway. The dangerous gleam in his eyes sent shivers up my spin.
“I need some air,” I replied, feeling as if the room was going to swallow me up.
“I’ll go with you.”
“No. Just give me ten minutes to myself, Janet. I have to figure all of this out,” I said, on the verge of tears. I rushed past her, ignoring the stares from my co-workers and into the bathroom. Once I was in a stall, I plopped down on the toilet, burying my head between my knees. How could this not have worked? It was the perfect way to get her out of here. My vision blurred and I grabbed a piece of toilet paper to wipe away the tears before they fell. He knew… how could he put all of us at risk like that? Putting his own life at risk… All for a prostitute. God knows how infested she is. I jumped when I heard the bathroom door open and the clicking of heels. A pair of black suede Jimmy Choo heels stood in front of the stall door and my heart pounded.
“She quit.” I jumped to my feet, pushing the door open, suddenly filled with joy. Maggie took a few steps back and her face and neck were red.
“That’s too bad.”
“Cut the act Kim! I know it was you!” I turned away, the hurt in her eyes was too much to bear. “How could you be so cruel?”
“I was saving the company.” Like taking weeds out of a garden. I walked over to the sink to wash my hands and caught Maggie staring at me in the mirror.
“Is that what you’re telling yourself?” I shrugged. “You ruined her chances of getting a better life. Do you not see that?”
“She didn’t belong here, Maggie! Raven was not qualified for this job! Not one bit! The only reason she was here was because she fucked the boss.”
“Something that you’re dying to do as well. She just beat you to it,” I spun around on my heels, wounded from her comment. She knows that was too soon.
“That was a low blow.”
“What you did was no better. I’ve never been more ashamed in my life. I thought you were better than this. You stooped down to Janet’s level. We both promised that we would never go there. No matter how hard it gets for us.”
“How did you get the job here, Maggie?” I asked, changing the subject. Her eyebrows flew up in surprise.
“You already know that…”
“Sylvester said that I didn’t know the type of people Mr. Nash hired here. You were one of those people… so tell me. How did you get the job?” I swallowed as my mouth felt drier by the second. Please be the way that you told me… I can’t handle anymore secrets.
Maggie sighed. “It’s not going to make you feel any better or change anything.”
“Tell me.” I gripped the sink from behind because I couldn’t get my hands to stop shaking.
“I… I was in the same program as Sylvester when I met his father.”
“What program?” Maggie looked up at me in disbelief and let out a small laugh.
“You don’t know Sylvester at all. How do you expect him to be with you and you know nothing about him?”
“I do know him! Now stop avoiding the subject and just tell me!” My voice cracked and Maggie couldn’t bring her eyes to meet mine.
“We were in the same rehabilitation program. I had already been there for five months when I met Sebastian and Sylvester. He was a quiet guy. Liked to stay to himself. His father thought I could help him make friends because I seemed like a nice girl who somewhat had her shit together. Then, Sebastian found out who my parents were and gave me a job when I got out.” My head began to spin. How could I have missed this? I did my homework on Sylvester and he was clean. No records. No jail time.
“W-W-What was he there for?” I stuttered.
“He was on drugs. Got into some trouble that landed him in the hospital. Sebastian never went into detail about it.” Oh my God… Is that why he’s in therapy with Dr. Phillips? I just thought it was stress and he had no one to talk to.
“And what about you?”
“That’s personal.”
“Oh, is it? Don’t want to ruin your pristine image but will drag Sylvester through the mud.” Her eyes darted in my direction, and she took a few steps forward.
“That’s because you need to know that he is a dog! Just like his father!” I went to speak, but she continued.
“I loved him.”
“Sylvester?”
“Ugh, God no. Sebastian. He took care of me. Gave me a place to stay when my parents refused to let me back in the house. Had faith that I could overcome my addiction. And I did… only because he loved me. Or so I thought. All those women, I had escorted from the premises were all women he took care of. Once his wife found out about us, she threatened to divorce him. I thought he’d pick me because they were having so many issues… but he didn’t.”
“Why did you stay?”
“This job distracted me from my life… I guess you can say that it became my new… obsession.”
“How come none of these things pop up when searching your files?” Maggie tilted her head to the side in disgust.
“You checked my file?”
“I needed to know who I was working with,” I admitted. She scoffed, folding her arms over her chest.
“Sebastian took care of everything. Only a few people know.”
“How could you not tell me? I thought we were friends.”
“You honestly think I would tell you about my past with the way you judge people? Look at the way you just treated Raven. And she did nothing to you. All she did was fall for the wrong guy. Just like I fell for the wrong guy. He’s a user… just like his father. He got Janet first, then you and now he’s using Raven…”
“You’re wrong about him, Maggie. Sylvester is better than his father.”
“Wake up, Kim! That man is only about getting his fix… and sadly that’s with Raven. Not you.” Tears rolled down my cheeks and I turned my back to her. “Kim, I’m just trying to tell you the truth…”
“Get out. I don’t want to speak to you.” Silence filled the room, but then I heard the clicking of her heels, the door close and finally the rippling of my sobs.
Chapter Seven
HIS POV
“…Thank you so much gentlemen for giving me a moment of your time. I hope we will be in touch soon,” I replied, before hanging up the phone. My mind replayed the meeting over as I went through all the times I fumbled over my words or had to correct myself. And that loud screaming outside of the door. What could that have been this early in the morning? I definitely have to get this room sound proofed. A knock on my door brought me out of my daze.
“Come in,” I said, pulling a few files up on my computer. Edward stepped in the room and looked just as drained as I felt. I told him to take the day off to get some rest.
“Hey Sylvester, we have a problem on our hands.”
“We’re going to have an even bigger problem if you don’t start getting more rest. I need you on your game this weekend in Boston. Have you tried those sleeping pills I recommended?”
“I have, but they make me all groggy. That’s not why I’m here though. It’s about Raven.” I stopped scrolling through my files and sat up straight. Not another Raven situation. After this morning with Kim, I am burnt out. I can’t believe someone took those photos of her in such a vulnerable state. I honestly can’t believe she allowed it.
“What about her? And what the hell was all that screaming outside of my door? I had to tell Jacob Waters that it was construction.”
“You need to call her. Better yet, go see her.” Why is he telling me to go see my woman?
“Why?” I asked on the defense. I already don’t like them being so close and now he’s telling me what I should be doing with her? I’m going to have to set some boundaries in this partnership and how personal it can be.
“Have you not checked your phone?” He frantically ran his fingers through his hair, and I was starting to get worried. What the fuck is going on?
“It’s on silent,” I said, pulling it out of my pocket. I opened my messages; four from Greg and three from him. My heart raced as I read through them. Fucking hell….
“The entire building got the email?” I asked loosening my tie. The room grew hot as I unbuttoned my shirt.
“Everyone except you.”
“God dammit!” I said, slamming my phone on my desk. “Where is she now? Did she even come in?”
“Yeah, after her little incident this morning. She was pretty banged up.” Shock couldn’t even describe how I felt at the moment.
“She told you what happened… and I didn’t get so much as a text from her?” The room shifted and I couldn’t sit down anymore. I grabbed the glass on my desk and walked over to the shelf where I kept my Scotch.
“She didn’t want to, but when I called her in to talk, she collapsed and I saw her face. A busted lip and bruise on her forehead.” How could she not call me? Something always happens when I’m not around…. She probably feels like she can’t rely on me. I paced around the room, throwing the Scotch back like a mad man. It was the only thing keeping me rooted to the ground. She must have lost all faith in me… she doesn’t deserve this. All she wanted was a fresh start. Or did she? Maybe she feels like I forced her to be here. I just wanted to be close to her…. Get her away from the life she once knew, but it keeps following her. And I just fed her to the biggest wolves of all.
“What are you going to do?” Edward asked, sitting on the edge of my desk. Definitely going to have to set some boundaries.
“I’ll figure it out.”
“We have to do something now. The email is still going around…”
“Don’t worry about it, Edward! I will handle it.” I snapped. He gave me a brutal unfriendly glare, stepping close to me.
“You’re not doing this yourself, Sylvester! We’re on the same team and I care about her too.” I stood toe to toe with him as the anger pulsed through my veins. Does he really think he can win this argument with the way I’m feeling right now? A bulldozer couldn’t stop me.
“I didn’t ask for your help and neither did she. So, I suggest you back down,” I warned. His nostrils flared, but he stood his ground. Not even moving as the stench of Scotch sat between us.
“I’m helping whether you like it or not. Like I said, I care for her too and she trusts me.” I felt a twinge in my gut but ignored it. “You may not want to hear that right now, but she was just humiliated in front of half the building and left in tears. Her friend came in to defend her which was the screaming you heard. I think Kim has something to do with this.”
“Why would Kim do that if she just handed me the photos herself?” Edward took two steps back and I exhaled. I knew he would back down.
“I don’t know. Why do women do half the shit they do?” I chuckled, letting his joke lighten the mood. “But Raven basically told me Kim has been at her throat since she started here. And I believe her. Kim is territorial over you.” I went to speak when her voice came through the intercom.
“Sylvester, your father is on line three.” I gestured for Edward to put him on speaker and we both jumped when his loud voice boomed through the phone.
“What in the hell do you have going on down there, Sylvester? I’m getting calls from clients saying that they’re going to go along with a new architectural company! And now you’re sending pornography around the office?” I glanced in Edward’s direction, and he shrugged his shoulders.
“Dad, I have no idea what you’re….”
“Your mother says you know that woman! She was laid up in your apartment. Beaten and in your clothing. Why are you sending around her naked photos?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. I knew mother was going to go back and tell him about that. Focus, one thing at a time…
“You don’t have to worry about that. Edward is on the job.” Our eyes met and I snapped at him so he could start taking notes of everything my father was about to say. I know it is going to be a lot. “As far as our clients go, no one has said anything to me about leaving. We have been on top of it, especially in Boston.”
“That’s probably where all your focus is. I told you when I handed over my position, that you need to keep in touch with everyone. Old clients, new clients, and all those in between.”
“Who has decided to go a different route?” I asked pouring myself another glass of Scotch.
“Troy Madison and the Dandridge Museum.” Fuck… the Dandridge Museum was a big account. The first account that my father let me work on by myself. He was so proud of me that he bought me a Rolex that Christmas. Replacing the one that was stolen and landed me in the emergency room. How in the hell did I let that one slip under my nose? I watched as Edward scrolled through my computer for any emails we may have missed.
“Did they mention what was wrong? Did they need a service that we weren’t able to provide? I was close with Bill; I’m surprised he didn’t reach out.”
“John started a sole proprietorship and has been sniffing behind all of our clients left and right…”
The bastard...
“How long has this been going on?”
“Sylvester open your fucking eyes, it’s been going on since you told me about what he was doing to the company! We just added fuel to the flame by firing him! You would know this if you answered your damned phone!” I threw back the rest of my Scotch as the guilt surged through me. Seems like a lot would have been prevented if I just answered my phone. Especially everything with Raven.
“I’ll fix it. I will reach out to Troy and Bill. Have separate meetings with them after I get back from Boston…”
“You better! Or else I’m coming down there myself to finish what you can’t seem to handle. And that woman needs to go if she’s the reason you’re slacking. Don’t lose focus on everything we’ve done because of a quick fuck. Get what you need from her and give her the boot.” I clenched my glass tightly in my hand wanting it to shatter between my fingers. I walked over to the phone and ended the call.
“Fucking prick,” I said under my breath.
“John or your father?” Edward asked. His jaw was clenched as he turned the computer towards me.
“Both,” I exhaled. I read through the email from Troy Madison, seeing that it was sent two weeks ago. How did this not come to my attention? Kim is in charge of answering all my emails. I pressed the red button on the phone, telling Kim to come into the office asap. She quietly stepped into the room, with a coffee-stained shirt and flushed cheeks.
“Did you need something?” Her tone was dry and dismissive which set me over the edge.
“Can you explain why I never received notice about this email?” I said pointing to the screen. She walked over to us, glancing at the computer.
“Must have slipped my mind. Won’t happen again.” I took a step back and laughed. Edward’s eyes darted between the both of us.
“Do you still want this job?” Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.
“Of course, I do.”
“Because your attitude right now is saying otherwise. I need that hard-working woman that I saw yesterday and every day before that. All of us need to be on our game now that John is trying to sabotage us. We are a team.”
“I’m sorry, it’s been a rough day,” she replied. Edward sucked his teeth.
“I bet it has. Ruining someone’s life and having coffee thrown at you can be quite exhausting,” Edward said, sarcastically. I took a seat on the edge of my desk waiting for her to explain herself.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied. “But I do have some unfortunate news. Raven decided to quit.” I glared at Kim, trying to make out her true reaction. Any sign that will show she is the one behind this. And why would she go to these lengths to get rid of Raven?
“Well, isn’t that just great for you? Now you can have Sylvester all to yourself.” Edward said, standing to his feet.
“Says the man who has been drooling after me since he started here,” she snapped.
“Luckily Raven was here to help me see the error of my ways. Once she showed me the type of person you were, I was able to find someone amazing.”
“Oh right, the other stripper… or shall we call her a prostitute?” Edward squared his shoulders as the two went back and forth arguing. This is becoming ridiculous.
“Hey, hey, hey! That is enough! This needs to stop if we’re going to continue working together.” I replied.
“Look, I don’t know why he keeps attacking me! I didn’t send those emails. Her friend had the wrong assumptions about me!”
“And why is that?” I finally asked. Her eyes met mine and she looked like she was on the verge of tears. “Was there something going on with you and Raven for her friend to think that you would do something so cruel?” I watched as she fidgeted with her sleeves and rocked back on her heels.
“I only pushed her to be her best. I guess she couldn’t handle it.”
“Bullshit,” Edward said. Her eyes were like fire and threw daggers in his direction.
“You told me no one else saw the pictures, Kim. Now suddenly, they are all around the office. Do you expect me to believe you had nothing to do with this?” I poured my fourth glass of Scotch, offering Edward some. He grabbed the extra glass off my desk and poured the auburn liquid into his cup.
“I didn’t,” she replied. Then she sighed and I saw the tears run down her cheeks. “I-I-It was Janet. After you dismissed me so rudely last night, she came to pick me up from the office and…. And we heard you and Raven. In here.” Oh…Sweat beaded along my brow and I wiped it away.
“Having a meeting?” Edward asked. I shook my head as flashes of last night made my cock twitch. “Oh,” Edward said, as realization hit. “Way to go, Sylvester.” I held in my laughter as Kim tossed a pencil at him.
“I wasn’t lying when I said the pictures just showed up on my doorstep. Janet was furious, so she had them emailed from one of her friends or some guy who knew how to make it untraceable. I had nothing to do with it.” I looked up as more tears fell from her eyes. I can’t believe Janet would stoop this low. If anything, she should have come after me… not Raven.
“Thank you for telling me the truth, Kim.” Edward looked over at me in disbelief. No worries, I’m definitely keeping this in the back of my mind. I don’t believe for a second that Kim had nothing to do with it. “When you get a chance tell Janet to come to my office and have security ready to escort her off the premises. Schedule a meeting in the next half hour with everyone so I can make sure that this email gets deleted and under control. Edward… we may have to pull a few late nights to get this company back in order. Are you up for it?” I asked.
“You know it.”
“As for you Kim, I will see you in Boston. Take the next two days to collect yourself. I need you ready and focused within the next few days. You’re officially on probation.” She went to say something, but I stopped her. “This is non-negotiable. Edward and I will handle everything until we land in Boston. Are we clear?” She nodded and made her way out of the room.
“You know she’s lying right?” I looked over at my partner and gave him a chuckle.
“We have other things to focus on right now. Getting that email deleted is our first priority,” I said, rebuttoning my shirt. And it is going to bring me so much pleasure finally getting Janet out of my hair. I hate that it had to come to this for me to get the job done.
******
Greg texted me that he took Raven and her friend home. Said she seemed like she was in a daze and didn’t speak. I got that text over three hours ago. I’m not sure what kept me from calling Raven. Edward and I were so busy with the last-minute details of our Boston trip and reaching out to old clients that the time just flew by. He kept insisting I go see her but something inside of me was afraid that she wouldn’t want to see me. Even after our time together last night. Her smile… her scent… those eyes. I can’t imagine not having it in my life anymore. I don’t want to be a constant reminder of how she can’t rely on a man to be there for her. Deep down that is all I want, but I don’t know how to do that and focus on my work. Most people would call her a distraction, but to me, work becomes the problem whenever I am with her. I only want to be in her presence. Forget about responsibilities and take care of her. No one else mattered this much. Is this what I have been missing? That empty feeling, I would feel late at night. Coke was always a temporary escape… but Raven’s hold is strong and fills me up to max capacity.
I held the box of pizza in hand, placing the wine bottle and chocolate on top so I could open her door. Music blasted from the other side, loud enough for me to hear the lyrics. When I pushed the door open, the first thing I saw was a knocked-over canvas and red paint splattered all over the floor. I put the food down on the counter and picked up the canvas. The words failure and loser were scribbled in black paint and a red handprint smudged over them. Chills ran up my spine as I placed the canvas on the counter next to the food.
“Rae?” I shouted over the music. I walked over to the stereo and pushed the power button. Clothes were scattered from the living room floor all the way into the bedroom. I grabbed a few wet paper towels to get the paint off the floor when I saw steam coming out from underneath the bathroom door. After cleaning up the mess, I walked over to the door, knocked, and waited for her to answer.
“Rae… are you alright?” No answer. I turned the knob pushing the door open slowly. My heart sank when I saw the empty pill container in the sink with no label and an empty Hennessy bottle. Red paint was smeared across the marble countertop and along the shower door. And then my eyes landed on her, face-first on the floor and water beating down on her back. I rushed into the shower, scooping her into my arms.
“Raven! Raven, wake up!” I said, shaking her. Fuck, this can’t be happening. “Raven, baby please! Open your eyes!” I smoothed her hair out of her face, lightly smacking her cheeks, doing anything to get a reaction. “RAVEN!!” I growled. Then her eyes fluttered open, slightly rolling in the back of her head.
“Sylvester…” I slid down to the floor as the water came down on both of us. I pulled her onto my lap, holding her head in my hands. “Hi,” she said, with a weak smile.
“What did you take?” I asked frantically. Her eyes started to close again, but I squeezed her cheeks. “Hey, hey, hey! I need you to stay awake for me. Can you do that?”
“I’m tired.”
“I know, you can go to sleep soon. I need to know what you took first?” I looked down at her underclothes and she got paint all over the white lace.
“…Xanax.”
“How many?” Her eyes fluttered open again and she tried to focus. Then she held up one finger. “The bottle is empty Raven. Are you sure you only took one?” She nodded before placing her head on my shoulder. It doesn’t help that she probably had half a bottle of liquor with it. I reached up and turned off the shower before standing up and carrying Raven to her room. Her arms and legs were limp as noodles and I fought the urge to take her to the hospital. I have to trust that she wouldn’t try to kill herself… she wouldn’t do that to her family and friends… or me. She’s not a coward like I was… trying to find an easy way out.
I grabbed a towel and one of my T-shirts before laying her down on the bed to change. Then I stripped out my clothing with shaking hands and crawled into bed next to her. I couldn’t get my body to settle down or relax. My chest tightened as if I were having a panic attack. The last time my body felt this uneasy was at Savannah’s funeral. Everyone’s eyes on me… her porcelain skin in that baby blue dress… her tiny hands with the pink fingernails. Blue and pink were her favorite colors. I couldn’t move that day. I stayed in the back, but her body in the casket was the only thing that I could see. It took my breath away. She was gone… my baby sister.
I gripped Raven’s hand in mine, warming her cool flesh. Her fingers were like prunes, making my stomach do a backflip. How long had she been like that? What would have happened had I not gotten here sooner? God, this is probably how my mother felt when she would find me passed out in my room. I never want to feel this pain ever again. Just move so that I know you are okay… that you are still here with me. Her fingers gripped mine and I exhaled, pulling her into my chest. The tightness subsided and the uneasiness drifted away.
HER POV
‘I’m so sorry… I will do better for us, Rae. I promise. You mean so much to me.’
Those words seemed like a song being whispered in my ear. But where were they coming from? How long have I been like this? Weighted down and more tired than I have ever been. I thought the phrase the weight of the world on your shoulders was an exaggeration. I feel like shit. I thought the Xanax was going to help me relax. Maybe mixing with the Hennessey was a bad idea. Taking it with Patron never had this much of an effect on me… but then again, I always had food in my stomach. I opened my eyes and they ached from the orange tint in the room. The Sun must be setting. Wow, I’ve been out most of the day. I went to sit up, but there actually was a weight around me. Something warm…. Too warm. Smothering me. I tried sitting up again, but it pulled me back down.
“Thank God, you’re alright.” The voice was raspy. I looked over my shoulder and Sylvester had his arms wrapped around me. “How are you feeling?”
“Fuzzy. What are you doing here? When did I get in bed?” I asked as the day flooded back into my memory. And what an exhausting day it was.
“I found you…”
“Found me? What are you talking about?” We both sat up in the bed and I scooted away from him, needing some space.
“You don’t remember?” I shook my head. All I wanted to do was forget the last 24 hours, so I took Xanax. Or was it more than one? Fuck, how can I not remember how many I took. Sylvester grabbed my legs, pulling me onto his lap and my head began to spin. “I found you passed out in the shower. There was an empty bottle of pills and a Hennessey bottle.”
“Oh…”
“Rae… what the hell were you thinking? Mixing alcohol with Xanax. Were… were you trying…” He trailed off, rubbing his hand over his face.
“No… I don’t know, I was just trying to relax. I tried painting to ease my mind, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I had some leftover pills from Donna and I was… I was just trying to relax.” He took my hands in his, kissing my knuckles.
“Do you remember how many you took? When I woke you up, you said only one?” The anxious look on his face told me that he knew that wasn’t true, but he wanted to believe it.
“I’m not sure. There were a few pills in the bottle. Did… did you find any when you…” He shook his head. Fuck….
“Maybe the rest fell down the drain,” he replied. Yeah right… “What happened to you earlier would have made anyone do what you did. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me,” he kissed my cheek. “I’m going to make it up to you.” His lips trailed along my neck and I felt the hot exhalation of his breath across my chest.
“I’m not going back there,” I replied, stopping him. “I’ve been humiliated enough.”
“I know. I fired Janet this afternoon and made every single person delete that email. Now if you want to file a complaint against her you can and I will gladly help you.” I shook my head. I willingly took those photos and they were bound to get out anyway. John was spiteful like that.
“What about Kim?” He looked down at our interlaced fingers, squeezing them tight.
“She claims that she and Janet heard us in my office last night, which set Janet into a jealous rage.”
I’m not surprised they heard us last night, the sex was mind-blowing lately. It’s getting harder and harder to resist him, especially now since I’ve staked a claim on him. There is no way I’m letting him go. But I know Kim is not going to make it easy… I see how crazy possessive she is over Sylvester.
“So, it was all Janet? Kim is blameless?” I asked again.
“She said she had nothing to do with it.”
“And you believe her,” I exhaled. Of course, he does… little Ms. Perfect gets off easy.
“I didn’t say that. I do believe that Janet was the one that set everything up, but I don’t believe she acted alone in this. Kim brought those photos to me a few hours before they were sent out. That’s not a coincidence. Claims that they were left on her doorstep…”
“John,” I said, cutting his statement short. Sylvester’s eyes were suddenly murderous.
“What about him?”
“He took those photos, the first night we met.” I could feel his body stiffen underneath me.
“That sick bastard. With or without your consent?”
I sighed. “With… Maxwell said he would pay us a lot of money if I let him take those photos. Little did I know I would only get half of that check.” Sylvester placed his head against my chest, whispering how sorry he was. “You must be ashamed of me.”
His head shot up and our eyes locked. “What?”
“I embarrassed you. Now everyone is going to know what I am and that you were paying me for sex.” He brought his hand to my face and caressed my cheek. The warmth settled the chill in my bones.
“Rae. I wish there was a way I could show you how important you are to me. You are far from someone I just paid to have sex with. Baby, you saved my life. I can’t stress that enough. Everything about you intrigued me from the first time you looked my way. You are stunning. More beautiful than all the women I see every day at work.” I bowed my head, trying to hide my tears, but he caught my chin. “We’ve only known each other for a short time, but I feel closer to you than I’ve felt to the people I have known my entire life. Having you here with me feels right. And I don’t know what I would do if you walked out that door. I can’t even describe to you the panic… and the pain I felt finding you in that bathroom.”
“I… I didn’t mean to scare you. I was trying to relax.” I choked on the lie I was trying to tell him and myself. I just wanted some peace, no matter how many pills it took. No more judgement. No more pain. No more running. I’m tired of it all. I want to be fucking happy and at peace.
“I will do everything in my power to prevent you from feeling that low again.”
“Do you really mean that?” I asked. He leaned forward kissing the stray tear on my cheek.
“I do.” Despite my arms feeling so weak, I wrapped them around his neck, hugging him as tightly as I could. All the times I’ve wanted to believe that a man was going to do right by me, I never truly believed it until this moment. It just sucks that it had to come down to all this for it to finally happen. My stomach violently growled making me jump.
“Hungry?” He asked, jokingly. I nodded, using the back of my hand to wipe my eyes. “Well, it’s a good thing I brought pizza with me. You rest and I will go get you some,” He replied, pulling the cover back over my legs.
*****
One Week Later…
Unemployment has been an angel and a demon in my life. Even though it has only been a few days, I have never been more stressed out and relaxed all at once. Sylvester kept me company and worked from home until he had to leave for Boston. And he made sure to keep me satisfied… I could barely walk him to the door that morning. He’s made sure to check in with me every morning and every night before bed, keeping his promise. I love hearing the happiness in his voice since he has been back in his hometown. It has brought me some happiness as well; Hearing about the projects he has planned and how great his team is. Even Edward would call to check in with me. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t come back. It would make sense why their trip got extended. I occupied myself with some much-needed rest, yoga, and painting. I never realized how much the club and working for Maxwell took up my time. And I don’t miss it one bit.
“Do you want the purple dress or the black one?” Ron asked, stepping out of the dressing room. She insisted that we pick outfits for my birthday next week. I haven’t celebrated my birthday in five years. I have too many bad memories of it to start making happy memories now. I don’t even think I told Sylvester.
“She definitely needs to wear the purple one. It’s backless and you have the ass to fill it out, sweet pea.” Nikki stepped out of the dressing room next to Ron, wearing a cherry red catsuit.
“She’s not lying about that,” Ron replied, smacking my behind. I laughed as she walked over to the mirror wearing the dress that I had tried on about an hour ago. I hate shopping… even hated it as a kid. If Ron had the choice, she would make it into a profession. She turned her back to the mirror looking over the Navy-blue Halter Satin body con dress with disgust.
I sucked my teeth. “Will you just get the dress. You look amazing.”
“Only if you get the purple one,” she said putting her hand on her hips.
“Does it have to be for my birthday? I just want to stay in that night. Pop some popcorn and open a bottle of wine.”
“No,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. “You said Sylvester has nothing planned so, your birthday is mine this year. I want us to have fun. Maybe wake up married in Vegas or something.”
“We’re in New York,” Nikki and I said.
“Let me dream,” Ron replied. I dropped back into the chair in defeat.
“How are you so sure that he isn’t trying to surprise her for her birthday? I doubt he would just ignore it.” I looked down at my hands, picking at my nail polish. “He does know about your birthday next week, right sweet pea?” I bit my bottom lip as Ron made her way over to me with another pair of shoes. She’s trying to kill me with these stilettoes.
“I think so.” Ron and Nikki stopped what they were doing to look at me. “What?”
“You and Sylvester have been together for how long and you haven’t exchanged birthdays?” Nikki said, taking a seat on the arm of my chair.
“I’m sure he’s seen it on the website…”
“What website?” Oh shit… Nikki doesn’t know that part of my life. I swallowed, slightly turning in her direction.
“FlyGirlz. All my information is there and the first night we met, he read my profile.” Her eyes assumed a questioning look.
“Oh, sweet pea… I didn’t think you… How long have you been doing that?” She said, with distaste.
“A few years, but I stopped once I met him.” Ron sucked her teeth, looking back at us over her shoulder.
“Don’t discriminate, Nikki. We all play for the same team.”
“Ugh, you do it too?”
“You know it, baby. And I get a fat paycheck at the end of the night and tell my men when and if they get to touch me. I love my job.” She replied twerking, making me giggle.
That was the difference between Ron and I. She loved the rush of it all. The highs and the lows, she always managed to find a positive outcome. I, on the other hand, found it revolting at times. Some of the men reminded me of my mother’s boyfriends, which kept me up most nights. The way they talked. The way they treated me. The way they didn’t care about how I felt afterward… it was too much. The traumatized girl I buried deep inside, never got the chance to heal. But I’m hoping I can trust again. Sylvester has made me hopeful.
“You never seemed like the type to do that kind of thing.” Nikki grabbed my hand, stopping me from picking at my nails. “I noticed how uncomfortable you would get when those men would touch you while dancing,” she whispered, so Ron couldn’t hear. I waited until she walked back into the dressing room to answer.
“I needed the money. I don’t do it anymore…”
“Because of Sylvester?” She asked crossing her arms. I nodded. “And what is he getting out of all this? Better not just be a booty call.”
I laughed. “You sound like my sister.”
“I’m serious, sweet pea. You’re saying this guy doesn’t even know your birthday is next week. What has he done for you?”
“So much Nikki. He paid for my mother’s surgery and gave me a place to stay.”
“Are you guys in a relationship? Are you dating?” I rubbed the back of my neck, unsure of what to say. “Does he want to be with you?”
“I think so…”
“Yes, he does!” Ron shouted from the dressing room. “Coming from someone who has dated a shit ton of dirtbags and a handful of good guys, not one of them has done for me what Sylvester has done for Raven.”
“He sounds more like a sugar daddy. You need to ask him where he sees this going and you need to figure out where you want it to go. Life is too short to be playing all these types of games.”
“I know.”
“Now, can you unzip me please before I pass out,” she said, standing to her feet. I laughed while unzipping her suit.
“Besides, we need to get rid of that bitch Kim first,” Ron replied. Nikki took her place in the dressing room as Ron stepped out in another cocktail dress.
“Who is Kim?” Nikki asked.
Ron huffed. “Keep up, grandma! She’s the one that embarrassed Raven at her job…. The one your man was obsessed with before he met your prehistoric ass.” I let out a gut-wrenching laugh as Nikki came back out of the dressing room and threw a dress at Ron’s head. I love how their personalities meshed so well together. It feels like I have three sisters now instead of one. Then my phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out to check who it was.
Sylvester: Hello gorgeous, just finishing up with my meeting and heading back to the hotel for dinner and drinks. Wishing you were here <3 What have you been up to? Hope your day has been well.
Received 5:40 pm
I smiled down at my phone, feeling a warm sensation in my stomach. The last few days, just texting him and talking over the phone has made my body feel things that I have never felt before. I always thought I would feel like this when I was dating Maxwell, but it was more fear than excitement. Constantly afraid of messing up with one of his clients or coming up short on one of my nights at the club. Maybe this friendship with Sylvester can turn into something more… he did say that he would wait until I was ready. But how do I know I am truly ready? Do I just give it a shot? Go along with this gut feeling, even if it means getting let down yet again. Would he let me down? He's always so consumed with work, what if he doesn’t have enough time for me?
“What are you so deep in thought about?” Ron asked.
“Umm…” she looked down at my phone and read the text.
“Wishing you were here, huh?” Her smile stretched all the way to her ears, making her green eyes sparkle. “Look at your face. I have never seen that,” she said, crouching down in front of me.
“Seen what?”
“Happiness.” I used my free hand to hide my smile, but she pulled it away. “Go for it, Rae. Whatever you think the outcome may be, good or bad… give it a chance.” I gave her hand a squeeze, before pulling it back to reply to his message.
Me: Hi :) my day has been eventful. Dress shopping for my birthday next Saturday with Nikki and Ron. I wish I were there with you too <3 How is your day going?
Sent 5:45pm
I watched in anticipation as the three bubbles danced along the screen. God, I feel like a teenage girl waiting for her crush to text her back.
Sylvester: Not as exciting as yours. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep in my meeting with Evan.
Received 5:47 pm
I’ve been meaning to ask you about your special day, but I guess that answers that question. Would you be free Sunday for a little getaway?
Received 5:47 pm
I went to reply but saw the three dots return to the screen.
Sylvester: Hahaha of course you’re free… since you up and left my poor partner without an assistant and me without my eye candy (too soon?)
Received 5:50 pm
Me: Well, it was a bit of a hostile work environment Mr. Nash. A bit too catty for my liking lol. Besides I’m sure there is plenty of eye candy in that office for you to admire (and yes, it was too soon XD )
Sent 5:53 pm
Sylvester: None as sweet as you ;) so what do you say?
Received 5:55pm
I went to reply when my phone started to ring. It was the facility where my mom stayed.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hi Ms. Briggs, this is Sylvia from Seder Brooke assistant living facility….”
“Is my mom alright?” I asked, panic setting in my chest.
“Yes, she’s fine. I just wanted to ask you about her recent visitors.”
“Visitors? The only visitors allowed are me and my sister.”
“I thought so. They said if I called you would know who they were. John and Maxwell.” My blood ran cold. How in the hell do they know where my mother is staying? I never once told Maxwell about the facility. And when the fuck did he get out of prison??
“Do not let them in to see her,” I yelled into the phone. Ron and Nikki came to stand by my side. “I am on my way,” I said before hanging up. I quickly dialed Greg and asked him to pick me up as soon as he could.
“What’s going on?” They asked.
“Maxwell is out of prison. He’s… he’s trying to get to my mom.” I said between shaky breathes. Their already large eyes grew into wide circles and Ron rubbed my shoulders to calm me down.
“I’m going with you,” she said.
“No. Just go back home to Dimitri and stay safe. I will call you as soon as I leave. I promise.” I looked through the window and saw the black SUV pull up in front of the store. Greg was always just a few minutes away. I gave Nikki and Ron a hug before taking off outside and hopping into the truck. Greg sped down the road before I could even put on my seat belt.
“This guy must really have a death wish,” He said, looking at me through the rearview mirror.
“Yeah, he does.” I bounced my knee repeatedly against the door, tossing my phone back and forth between my hands.
“Did you want to call Sylvester or should I?” I looked down at my phone, totally forgetting that I never replied to him. A little getaway… sounds amazing, but I have to get my life under control before I can start truly living.
“I will.” I heard a few horns blaring in the background as I dialed his number. He picked up on the third ring.
“Hey! Let me go somewhere quieter,” he shouted over the music and a few voices. I listened as he excused himself from his colleagues and the loud noise slowly died down. “Sorry about that. I was waiting for your text, but I’d much rather hear your voice.” His words made my heart flutter. I wish he were here right now beside me.
“I- uh- I…” I couldn’t get the words to come out without the tears. The thought of seeing Maxwell and John without him by my side terrified me. I can’t imagine the rage they have towards me for costing them their jobs and losing so much money.
“What’s wrong, Rae?” The phone trembled in my hand.
“Put me on speaker,” Greg said while jumping over two lanes and picking up speed. I did as he said, trying to catch my breath. It felt as if my tongue was in a knot. “Sylvester?”
“Yeah, Greg what is going on?”
“It’s Maxwell and John. They are with Raven’s mother. We are on our way over there now.”
“What? When was he released?” A pain grew in my stomach as the memories of the last time I saw him flooded into my mind. I lost him over a thousand dollars and I ignored him. He will mop up the floor with me and make my mother and sister watch.
“I got the news this morning. I’ve been with Raven most of the day.” I watched as he crossed back over two lanes and then swerved into the middle lane, dodging three cars. What the hell is he doing? He’s going way over the speed limit. “I think we’ve got bigger problems,” he finally admitted as his eyes darted back and forth between the rearview mirror and the road. I turned around to look through the back window to see the dark blue van following us. Oh God, no….That’s the same van that was following me that night.
“What is going on?” Sylvester asked. My hands were shaking at this point and all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball. Go to my happy place. Away from all the drama. I ducked as bullets came crashing through the back window. Pieces of glass flew all over the car, some landing all over me.
“Fuck!” Greg screamed. He swerved, trying to get control of the wheel.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” That was all I could say. I did not mean for my drama to spill into theirs. I don’t want them to suffer because I couldn’t do this alone.
“Raven!” Everything sounded muffled, but Sylvester’s voice was clear as day. The phone sat on the floor and I finally realized I was covering my ears. “I’m coming! You just hold on!” he shouted.
I wanted to believe that he was coming… That I would wake up right now and he would be by my side, holding me. But I knew that wasn’t true. I listened as Greg dialed 911, telling them about where we were. Then I felt a sharp pinch against my knee and calf. The driver rammed into my side of the car, denting and catching my leg between the metal. Blood poured down my leg as I tried to get it free. I was unable to breathe. Everything was closing in around me and my chest tightened.
Focus! Raven Focus! Get your leg free!
I went to pull my leg forward when another gunshot came through the side window, closer to my head. I looked up and saw the panic set in Greg’s eyes as he tried to steer his car through the traffic.
Again Raven! Get your fucking leg free!
I pulled forward, letting out a loud shriek as the metal tugged at my flesh. I bit my bottom lip, turning away so I couldn’t see the skin tear.
“Hold on, Raven!” I heard. I wasn’t sure if it was Greg or Sylvester. Was he still on the phone? I don’t want him to hear if we don’t make it. That would crush him. I pulled forward again and my leg finally got free, just in time for the car to take the next blow. I gripped the handle above the door as we were pushed over two lanes into the oncoming traffic. Greg swerved through the cars and finally collided with the bridge.
Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!
Our bodies lifted from our seats as we crashed down into the murky green water. The grip of the seat belt knocked the wind out of me but saved me from the blow I would have taken. My vision went in and out and my ears were ringing. I covered my head as the back window exploded from the bullets flying through it. I held my head down, trying to keep out of the way when one grazed my shoulder. My heart pounded as water started rushing through the windows, making a sick slurping noise. We’re sinking… dear God, we’re sinking.
“Greg! What do we do?” I finally looked up once the gunshots stopped, only to see his head buried in his chest. Blood running down the side and behind his ears. Oh no, please don’t be dead. More water rushed into the car as I fumbled to undo my seat belt. The ice-cold water sent prickles up my spine as I pulled myself to the front seat.
“Greg!!!” My teeth were chattering as I grabbed hold of his face, giving him a swift smack. My heart sank as the gurgling sound came to a halt and water filled the car. “Greg!! Please!!” I lifted one of his eyelids…. Nothing. I quickly placed two fingers on the side of his neck. He has a pulse, thank goodness. I looked towards the back window and knew that I couldn’t get the both of us out that way. What if one of us got caught on something, then we would both drown. My hands shook from the cold water as I searched through Greg’s pockets for something to use to get us out of here. Just a phone, taser, and picture of his wife.
I turned and rummaged through the glove compartment, finding a small handgun. Yes! I tucked the gun under my arm as I leaned over to unbuckle Greg’s seatbelt.
“Hold on Greg, just hold on.” My breaths were shallow as the windows started to crack. I pointed the gun at the driver’s side window, took the deepest breath I could, and pulled the trigger. Gallons of cold water rushed in, knocking me back against the door. Pins and needles danced along my flesh. It was mind-numbing cold. I felt around for Greg and started pushing his body through the window with all my strength. I followed behind him, ignoring the pain in my leg and shoulder. My chest tightened as I wrapped my arms around his, pushing our bodies up toward the surface. I kicked as hard as I could, keeping my eye on the light above us.
Everything burned. My chest, my throat, my legs. How far did we sink? Every part of my body wanted to give up, but Sylvester’s words popped into my mind. I’m coming! Just hold on… He wouldn’t want me to give up. He said he was coming for me…. I owe it to him to try and fight. I will not let Maxwell win. My heart pounded so hard, that I thought it would explode. Then, we burst through the surface and I gasped. The cold air stabbed at my lungs, but I tried to breathe in as much air as I could. The weight of Greg’s body pulled us back down underwater. Fuck! How am I going to get us out? I went to scream, but water rushed into my mouth.
Don’t give up! Keep going!
I kicked my feet as hard and fast as I could, tightening my arms around Greg, and pushing us back up to the surface.
“Help!! Help!!” I managed to get out between coughs. My legs throbbed as I tried to keep us afloat and the adrenaline was starting to die down. The salty water left a bad taste in my mouth and stung my eyes. I could see people gathering along the bridge, pointing down at us. That drop was at least fifteen feet. The sirens in the distance did nothing to soothe my pounding heart but I knew help was on the way. I gasped as Greg started to spit up water. I used my head to nudge his own out of the water when a life raft ring came my way. Using the last bit of strength I had, I kicked and used my one arm to swim over to it. The sound of sirens and firemen screaming were the last things I heard before we went under.
HIS POV
“Sylvester, what the hell is going on? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” Edward’s voice was muffled as I raced around the room, gathering up my things. Why am I wasting time? I don’t need any of this shit. I let everything in my arms drop to the floor. “Sylvester!”
“Raven is in trouble,” I turned toward the dresser and grabbed my phone. Then, I opened the door, sprinting down the hallway, ignoring his calls.
“What kind of trouble?” He was right on my heels, suit jacket in hand.
“I’m about to find out.” The both of us made it down to the lobby and ran through the double doors. My car was waiting for me. I stopped when I saw Edward reach for the door handle. “What are you doing?”
“Going with you….”
“I need you to stay here.”
“No,” he replied. I exhaled, slamming my door shut. This motherfucker and his hero complex…
“Look, I don’t have time to argue with you about this. You’re next in charge and I need you to be here with Kim in case anything falls out of place.”
“The hell I am! Raven comes before her any day.”
“Our jobs are on the line here. You’re the only person I trust to leave in charge.” His body turned to stone as he fought the urge to argue back with me. “I will call you as soon as I get back to Manhattan and will let you talk to her as soon as I see her.”
“You fucking better.” He closed his car door and made his way back over to the hotel doors. Geez, you would think he was Raven’s boyfriend and not me. “Sylvester?”
“What?”
“Whatever or whomever you’re trying to save her from…. You better be careful. I don’t want to lose two friends,” he replied before going back inside.
My body was thrown forward as we came to another sharp stop. I rubbed my eyes as the taxi driver cursed at the person cutting in front of him. I can’t believe I dozed off for a third time, especially in a taxi. The rain was coming down in buckets as puddles along the sidewalks began to look like rivers. The last time it rained like this was the night I told Raven about my scars. Crazy how that night seemed so much simpler than tonight. Hearing those gunshots, her screaming, a loud crash, and then nothing… my heart has been pounding since. Please be alright…
We finally pulled up in front of Lenox Hill Hospital around midnight. I tossed the driver two fifty-dollar bills and sprinted through the emergency room doors… and what a busy night it was. I walked over to the front desk, cut in front of a few people, and gave my name to the nurse.
“Your wife seems to be here a lot, Mr. Nash.” Her eyes were accusatory, but I didn’t care. I just need to see Rae.
“How is she?” The woman scrolled through her chart and the anticipation was driving me nuts.
“Not as bad as last time. A bullet did graze her shoulder and her leg had to be stitched up. Other than that, just a few scrapes and bruises.”
“And the man?”
“Huh?”
“Did she come in with a man? He should have been driving the car. Gregory Snyder.” The woman moved her bangs from in front of her eyes as she continued to scroll through the computer.
“He’s in surgery.” My heart dropped.
“What? Is he going to be alright?”
“The doctors are doing all that they can to help him. If you’d like to, you can have a seat in the waiting area while I check in with the doctor.” I bowed my head in my hands. Fuck… how could I put Greg in this position? He has helped me so much over the years. Pulled me out of my depressive mind state every chance he got. Driven me around willingly after my accident. If something happens to him, I will never forgive myself.
I exhaled, feeling the weight of sleepless nights finally land on my shoulders. Something must change. I can’t keep up with all these unexpected accidents. I got my life under control before, I can’t let it get out of hand again. Fix one problem at a time…. Obviously, Maxwell is the bigger issue here, so how can I get rid of him? Framing him didn’t work. Maybe I could write him a check and tell him to stay away from Raven. But who’s to say that will work? He will probably demand more money or tell me to fuck off. Then I will definitely have to get physical with him… and that will not be a good look.
“Husband huh?” I looked up from my phone to see a woman before me. Hair pulled back into a tight bun and bare face. The peacoat she wore hung all the way to her knees, showing off her lavender workout clothes. The scowl on her face let me know exactly who she was and how much she resembled her sister. She grabbed my arm, pulling me over to the corner of the room, so no one could hear us. Damn, she’s strong.
“You need to explain to me how involved you are with Raven right now,” she said wagging her finger in my face. “Or else I’m going to march right over there and tell them that you are not whom you say you are.” I stared at her in utter amazement at how much she looked like her sister, except Raven has that little beauty mark above her lip and her eyes are lighter.
“I don't know if I can tell you that.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not sure how much you know about your sister’s life and I’m not obligated to tell,” I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my face.
“How about starting with your relationship status? I’ve never had any friends get me an apartment.” She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest making me chuckle. “Something funny?”
“No, nothing. Sorry… you just resemble Rae so much. Some of your mannerisms are the same.” She waited for me to continue. “We take care of each other.”
“Mmm… and how exactly is she taking care of you? Whatever your name is.”
“Sylvester Nash. And I think this is something you and your sister should discuss. Robin, right?” She nodded. “Look, I really care for your sister…”
“How old are you?” She asked cutting my statement short.
“I’m thirty-seven…”
“You know she’s not even in her thirties.”
“I’m aware. What does that have to do with anything?”
“I know men like you.” She snapped.
“Men like me? What are you…?”
“You prey on young women and take advantage of them when they are struggling. Give them a nice place to stay and have them ride your dick at your beck and call! Well, my sister is not going to be one of your conquests! She’s a good woman!! And I refuse to let her go down the same path my mother and I did. So, if you know what’s good for you, then you better get the fuck out of here!” I looked around and saw that there were a few eyes on us.
“I am not one of those guys. I am far from that. I love Raven….” I stopped short. Holy fuck… Did I just say that? Is that what this is? Love? Why I can’t get her off my fucking mind? Why I have the instinct to kill any man that looks in her direction? My God, when did I get here?
I took a few steps back to collect myself. I can’t believe how easily that rolled off my tongue. Do I really love her? Robin watched me with cautious eyes, but I could see her shoulders tense.
“I’m sorry, I-I’ve never said that before… about a woman I was pursuing. Only….” I’ve only ever said I loved my sister, Savannah. She is the only person I have said that out loud to. None of my ex-girlfriends, none of my friends, not even my parents. But this love is so different from the way I loved Savannah.
“My sister does not need to be groomed…”
“I’m not grooming her,” I said trying to hide my irritation. “Raven has been helping me cope for the last few weeks. I’ve depended on her more than she has been on me.” The icy glare she had began to melt and I could see her visibly relax.
“I find that hard to believe,” she said rolling her eyes. “But that does sound like Raven. Always taking care of other people. I just wish she would have told me how much trouble she was in.” Robin paced back and forth, rubbing her forehead.
“Believe me, if I didn’t ask her… she wouldn’t tell me either.”
“You’re going to tell me what has been going on with my sister.” I went to speak, but she raised her hand, which was a few inches from my mouth. “And before you give me some bullshit excuse, I'm going to ask that little butthole herself when she wakes up. At least your news will lighten the blow before I go in there.” I held in my laughter. I wonder where Raven has been hiding this spitfire. I bet if she was around more often, Raven wouldn’t be in such a mess.
“I will tell you what I can,” I replied.
“That is all I’m asking. That last phone call I received and then not hearing from her nearly killed me,” she said sitting in one of the chairs. I can only imagine how she felt after news like that. My chest almost caved in when I got the call. I watched as she sat back in the chair to stretch and yawn.
“Tired?” I asked.
“You have no idea. This move has been hell on Earth.”
“You and your husband moving closer to take care of your mom?” Her eyes shot up from the floor.
“Who told you that?”
“No one… I’m just making conversation,” I replied. My phone vibrated in my pocket, but I ignored it.
“Well, I’m sure Raven told you that I’m in the middle of a divorce.”
“No, she didn’t but I’m sorry to hear that…”
“I’m not. I am so happy to be getting away from him…” she exhaled. “I will finally be able to see my sister and my mother when I want.” I took a seat next to her.
“I’m assuming he is one of the men you were comparing me to. The groomer.” She gave me a sympathetic look but quickly turned her gaze to the doctors rushing someone into the hospital. One of them was on top of the young man performing CPR as they wheeled him in.
“We haven’t had much luck with men in our lives…” Robin said as I brought my gaze back her way.
“Rae mentioned that a few times. Took her a long time to trust me. I’m still not sure if she fully does trust me.”
“And you trust her?” She asked.
“Absolutely.” And I mean that all the way to my core. Raven has given me no reason not to trust her. For someone to go through the things that she has gone through, I can totally understand why it is taking her so long to open up. I just hope she gives me the opportunity to be there for her when she does.
“How long have you known each other?”
“A couple of months… feels like years almost,” I replied smiling down at my hands. And it has been a hell of a ride.
“Did you give her that money for our mother’s surgery?” I looked up to find her examining me. Trying to feel me out as if I’m the bad guy.
“What makes you think that?”
“I know she didn’t make that money on her own in such a short time. Did you give it to her?” I nodded. “Why would you do that for a woman you barely knew?”
“She helped me when I was at a low point in my life. Saved my life if I’m being totally honest.”
“And how did she do that?” I chuckled as that first night of us together played over in my head.
“I’m afraid that is private information.” My phone vibrated again and this time I took it out of my pocket. An alert from the security company for my office. At this hour? I clicked on the notification, reading through the message. There was a breach in the security system about a few hours ago. I stood to my feet, quickly dialing the security office. The front desk picked up on the second ring.
“Mr. Nash, we’re sorry to disturb your evening but we picked up on something on the security camera. A couple of guys got into the building and broke into your office. The night janitor called us as soon as they left.”
“How did they get in the building? Were there any damages?”
“Not from what I can see on the footage. It looks like they had access to get in. An old key card maybe.” Ugh, son of a bitch. “Do you want us to notify the police? Or at least notify your father?”
“No, not yet. Let me check it out first and I will call myself.”
“Yes sir,” he replied before hanging up. God, this day just keeps getting worse and worse. Raven was right about this Maxwell character; he is not going to give up without a fight. And I will surely be waiting for him. I turned back to Robin, who quickly turned her head to make it seem like she wasn’t listening.
“Everything alright?”
“I’m not sure. I have to go check something out at my office, but I’m going to leave you my number so you can let me know when Raven wakes up.” I held out my hand for her to give me her phone.
“Oh, is that right? And what makes you think we are cool enough to exchange numbers? I still don’t trust you.”
“Yeah well, your sister does. And I gave her my word that I would be here for her whenever she needs me. You can either take the number or I will give it to the nurse at the front desk. Either way, I will find out when she wakes up,” I said sternly. We glared at one another, waiting for the other to cave. But I refused. I will not lose her again. Robin pulled her phone from her pocket and reluctantly put it in my hand. I typed in my number and gave it back to her.
“Thank you. I should be back within the hour,” I replied before rushing out the door to fetch a taxi.
Sleep rimmed the back of my eyelids as the taxi driver rushed through the night. When did I get here? Up all night, running all over New York, trying to protect people left and right, while putting myself in harm's way. You should have just let her go, Sylvester. She has been nothing but trouble since she stepped foot into your life. She brought back that old addiction. The one I’ve had so much control over the last eight years. The feeling of wanting something so bad that you would kill for it… Is this what I want? To keep battling addiction? Fight every morning to pull myself out of bed away from her. Ignore the chills I get when I’m away from her for too long. Jerking off under my desk as she pops into my mind… her breasts… the way her ass sits up like a stallion’s… how soft and tender her thighs feel as I pry them apart and devour her sweetness. Fuck…. Just the thought of her makes me hard as a rock. Doctor Phillips told me that I couldn’t have the life I wanted if I was fixated on the thing that was slowly killing me. Maybe now I can actually have the life I truly want… craving her. Loving her wouldn’t be so harmful…
My muscles ached as I stretched in the elevator, ignoring my ringing phone. I know my father got the notification as well. I just hoped they would have let me make the call. Always so loyal to a man that never gave a fuck about them. He only cares how he will look at the end of the day. I walked down the hall, examining every nook and cranny. Nothing seems out of place here. So, it was an intentional attack on me. The door to my office was splintered open as if they used a crowbar to get in and my name tag was split in two. I slowly pushed it open, checking for anything that could harm me. Cold air came from the room and I could hear the cars outside. They must have busted the window. I took a step inside and stopped on instinct. Something new was in the air… kissing my neck, my cheeks, and then my lips. A familiar smell… one that I haven’t smelled in a very very long time. Holy shit… it can’t be. My mouth went dry and I let out a shaky breath as the scent went through my nostrils, putting my lungs in a chokehold. I flipped the light on and looked around the room. Glass from my cabinet and window was scattered all over the floor. My computer was smashed, drawings from my childhood ripped up as well as all my books. None of it mattered. My eyes were locked on the four white lines on my desk. Lined up perfectly for me to see… next to a note. Sweat began to pour down my face and I couldn’t bring myself to move. This spiteful bastard… I’m going to fucking kill him for this. My fingers pressed against the spot on my arm where I used to inject the cocaine, as it burned and my flesh clenched. The light in the room shined down on the white powder and I licked my lips.
One line… one fucking line… no one would know.
I turned away, pressing my forehead against the wall. Shit. What am I going to do?
Grab the note. Just grab the note and get out of here.
I stepped over all the books and files scattered across the floor and made my way over to the desk. The powder started to glow the closer I got to it. Each tiny crystal shimmered like diamonds at a jewelry store. My breathing was the only thing I could hear in the room; rough and ragged. I leaned forward grabbing the note as my hand brushed against the powder. Oh God… my mouth watered as it sparkled on my flesh. I was trembling so badly that I could barely read the note. I brought it close to my face, bringing the sweet scent closer to my being.
Fuck… just a little taste. What harm could just this little bit do?
I jumped as my cell phone vibrated my entire body, bringing me back to Earth. I shook my head, suddenly lightheaded. I quickly brushed my hand along my slacks and reached into my pocket. My ears rang as I put the phone to my ear. The voice on the other end made my heart skip a beat.
“Where the fuck are you?!” My mother spat out. I couldn’t speak… my mouth was too dry. I looked down at the powder, willing myself to walk away, but I couldn’t move my feet. They felt like cement blocks. “Sylvester!” My vision went in and out of focus as I brought the note back to my face.
Now I know your secret, pretty boy. Hope that bitch was worth it.
-MM
“I-I-I need your help,” I finally choked out.
****
I sat on one of the desks outside the office as police officers walked in and out of the building. They came out to talk to me and I nodded on occasion, but my father did most of the talking. My mind was back in that room… on that desk with those four, long glorious white lines. Missed chance…. A missed moment to forget about everything for just a little while. A wonderful yet disastrous setback. My body didn’t care, and neither did my mind. They missed the escape. And what a great one it used to be. But my heart remembered the pain on my mother's face every time she would look at me. I wonder what disappointed look I would get from Raven if she found out how truly weak, I was.
“Sylvester.” I looked up, blinking from the harsh light. My mother stood in front of me, in silk red pajamas and white slippers. “Are you okay?” I nodded but she grabbed my chin, bringing my face close to hers. I know exactly what she is thinking.
“I said I’m fine, mom.” I pulled her hand away from me.
“You don’t look fine. This is not fine…. None of this is fine! It’s a fucking mess!” She whispered harshly. “Who could have possibly done this?” I rubbed my hand over my eyes, trying to keep myself awake. I need to get a coffee asap.
“I have an idea of who it was.”
“Who?” She asked, crossing her arms. Someone that I’m going to have to take care of, but she doesn’t need to know about that.
“They said a key card was used to get into the building, so it had to either be John or Janet.”
“Janet? That little annoying woman that always followed you around. Kim’s friend?” I nodded. “Why would she be involved in this? And we haven’t heard from John since your father fired him.” Oh, I guess father didn’t mention our phone call last week to her. How else would Maxwell have known about the coke?
“I fired her a few days ago for sending that email around.”
“And we’re back to that girl in your bed…” I sucked my teeth.
“She has a name.”
“Yeah, well you haven’t told me what it was! And why she is so important to you!” I bowed my head, trying to massage my temples to stop the spinning.
“Raven.” I watched as she paced back and forth, glancing back over at my father and the officer.
“If this is because of her, then she needs to go, Sylvester.”
“She doesn’t work here anymore either, mother…”
“I mean from your life.” I finally looked back up to see her eyes were glassy as if she were going to cry. “I saw the cocaine in that room… You’re lucky your father and I got here to clean it up before the police saw. We’re hiding evidence to save you, and you just keep pulling us down under. She needs to go.” My throat was suddenly dry and I fought to speak.
“I didn’t ask you to do that. It was a setup to get me in trouble…”
“Oh, sure it was.”
“I’m telling you the truth. Test me right now and you’ll see I’m clean. Did I want to snort those four lines? Yes, every fucking particle on that table, but I didn’t. I answered the phone and told you to come straight here. Raven has nothing to do with this. She’s currently in the hospital now and so is Greg. Cut me some fucking slack! I’m trying to do the right thing!” She quickly turned, striking my cheek, as tears rolled down her face.
“You have some nerve asking me to cut you some slack. All the years of pain and torment you put me and your father through. Sitting up every night, wondering if you were alive or dead. Picking you up so you wouldn’t drown in your own vomit. We saved your life, time and time again, while you spat in our faces. What did you expect us to think when we came in and saw all of this?” I stood to my feet, towering over her, but she didn’t budge or back down. My mother… the strongest woman in town. Or at least the woman she pretended to be.
“I expect you to believe in me. Not keep punishing me for my past mistakes. To defend your crackhead son whenever there were whispers about me in the halls. I’ve been sober for ten years and you’re acting as if I want to fall back down that hole. That woman, the one you keep thinking is going to ruin me, has saved me in more ways than anyone has. And if you would stop judging her for two seconds you would see that….” We both turned when my father marched out towards us and gripped my arm tightly.
“What in the hell is wrong with you?” he said smacking me with his free hand. “Do you realize the trouble you could have gotten us into?” I stepped out of the way as he reached to hit me a second time.
“I understand that the situation is bad, but those drugs were not mine….”
“You expect me to believe that with the way you’ve been acting? Not answering your phone and losing clients! Hanging around with that tramp…” The throbbing in my head increased and I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.
“Let's make this very clear. Neither one of you is allowed to speak about Raven. I will destroy everything you’ve ever handed to me if you bring her up again,” I snapped. A fire burned in both of their eyes, but I didn’t care. All those years of kissing up to them are over.
“What did you just say to me?” He said stepping forward.
“Oh, you heard me. I never asked for any of this and have been driving myself insane trying to keep it all afloat. And the only thing you care about is how it makes you look. I’m pretty sure your old partner did this and you’re mad at me! It’s unbelievable.”
“What does he mean, Sebastian?” My mother asked. He glanced over his shoulder at her.
“I will tell you later,” he said bringing his eyes back to me. “As for you. You’re done. I’m taking back over since you’re incapable of doing the job. I don’t know why I ever put any faith in you.”
“Sebastian,” My mother gasped. I went to speak as my phone went off in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out to an unknown number.
“Hello?” I asked putting the phone to my ear. My parents both rolled their eyes, but I turned my back toward them.
“She’s awake,” a small breathy voice said from the other end.
***
The hair on the back of my neck stood to attention as I buried my nose deep in my cup, enjoying the caramelized nutty aroma. Coffee. A much needed one after the night I’ve had. I took a long sip as another nurse walked into Raven’s room to check her vitals. I’ve been waiting for almost a half hour now as she explained to her sister the events that have occurred the last few weeks. Robin can take as much time as she needs with her… I don’t mind waiting. As soon as she’s done, I’m taking Raven away from here. Going as far away as we possibly can. My father's words bounced around in my head like a pinball machine. I don’t know why I ever put any faith in you… Like I’m the one to blame for this. If he would have opened his eyes all those years ago, he would have seen John for the snake that he was… but no. He wants to blame the crackhead for a son he was dealt with. Well fuck him and fuck that company. They can burn to the ground for all I care. I’ll start my own company.
“Mr. Nash?” I turned toward the nurse. “Mr. Snyder is out of surgery if you would like to see him.”
“Oh, yes please. Which room is he in?”
“I’ll take you to him,” she replied with a smile. “Do you want to let your wife know…”
“It’s okay. She knows I’m here. I don’t want to disturb her time with her sister.” She nodded before turning on her heels and heading down the hall. I followed behind her, trying to keep my mind on track. I rubbed my eyes as flashes of white lines played over and over again. The sweet and sour smell that it left in the room… almost as strong as gasoline. The pinch of the needle against my flesh and the sting it left in my nose. Most would think it was a painful process… but not for me. It got rid of the pain. All my worries and doubts were put on hold after just one injection or snort. What I wouldn’t give for that moment. I buried my nose in my coffee cup as we rounded the corner to Greg’s room. Distract yourself before he sees what a mess you are.
“Here you are Mr. Nash,” she said holding open the curtain. I thanked her before stepping into the room. My eyes locked on the two hundred and fifty-pound man before me and the guilt ripped through me like a knife. My friend. My mentor… for fucks sake my brother. How could I put this on him?
“Greg?” My voice tremored, so unrecognizable. He shifted slightly, turning his head in my direction. When he went to sit up, I rushed to his side to stop him. “Don’t move. You need your rest.”
“What is rest when you can’t even have any painkillers?” He whispered, stifling a laugh. I pulled up a chair, placing my coffee cup on his tray. “You look like shit,” he joked.
I chuckled. “I could say the same about you.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees as the guilt continued to tear through me. “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t you dare apologize Sylvester. This was not your fault…”
“I knew the risk. She told me how dangerous he was, but I didn’t listen. And now the both of you are in hospital beds.”
“Oh, you know I’ve been in worse situations than this. Although I would kill for some morphine right now. My body isn’t like it used to be,” he laughed.
“How are you laughing right now? You could have died… both of you could have died. The nurse told me Raven pulled you out of the car,” I spat out. This time, Greg forced himself to sit up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, turning to face me. My heart ached to look at the bandages and bruises all over his arms and legs.
“You have to laugh, Sylvester. Especially with the fucked situations you and I have been through. I’m not going to lie, out of all the women you have been with, this one is involved in some crazy shit. But I can also tell that she is the one you care about the most. So, what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know, Greg. I’ve never dealt with anything like this before. They broke into my office. Had coke all over my desk and… and… fuck man, I almost caved. I got some on my hand and I was so ready to go back down that road. To just not feel anything… I was so weak…”
“You are never as weak as you think you are. You walked away and that makes you stronger than you think.”
“But I wanted to…”
“Everyone wants to! It makes you human! You don’t think I want to raid their medicine closet and take every painkiller they have in there right now? Well, I do! But I know what that would do to Melissa and my kids. Throwing away all the good things I’ve done for a twenty-minute escape. When you’re in that state of mind, you know it’s not worth it.” I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face. “What brought you out of it?”
“Raven… and what she would think of me if I gave in. I don’t want her to see that side of me.”
“Well, that’s good. Keep her in mind the next time you get tempted.”
“You’re supposed to be resting, Mr. Snyder,” the nurse said. She came into the room, pulling the covers back for him.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve rested enough. My friend is in need of a driver and needs to be taken home. Don’t you see how tired and ugly he is?” He gestured toward me. The three of us laughed as we helped Greg settle back into bed.
“You won’t be driving until you’re recovered. I probably won't be needing you for a while anyway,” I replied.
“Wow, you’re already accepting new driver’s applications?” he joked.
“I uhh… I left Charette Design.” He looked up in disbelief, but I waited for the nurse to leave the room before I answered. “My folks didn’t believe me.”
“They never do.”
“They got rid of the evidence before the police got there and basically told me how much of a fuck up I am.” I grabbed the coffee cup off his tray, swirling around the last bit of liquid before chugging it.
“Look, I know you were trying to prove to your parents… mainly your father that you were capable of handling things on your own. But the way you were burying yourself in your work wasn’t healthy. Anyone can look at you and see how exhausted you are. Take this time to relax and figure out things with Raven. She seems like more of a priority to you now than work ever did.”
“I think that concussion made you a wise man,” I whispered. He laughed.
“I’ve always been a wise man. My stupidity just outshined it.” I grabbed his hand pulling him into a tight hug. Even though I’ve spent years with Dr. Phillips, Greg has always been my true therapist. He knows exactly what I’ve been through and knows how to talk me off the ledge. I would have been lost if anything happened to him.
“Do you know if they called Melissa? I know she is going to flip out.”
“I did,” he fell back onto the bed, rolling his eyes. “I figured she would want to know. I told her you were fine.”
“Now my entire family is going to hear about it. You know she has a big mouth…”
“Who has a big mouth?” We both turned around to see the 4’9” brunette standing by the door with crossed arms. I looked back down at Greg and he was speechless. I held in my laugh. “Gregory Lamar Snyder, how are you going to get into an accident, have surgery, and not expect me to tell your family? I should punch you in that big grizzly bear head of yours,” she said trying to laugh away her tears. He smiled, but I could see that wall he kept up for appearances start to crumble. Melissa is the only one that can see through the act he puts on for others. She’s the only reason he got through rehab.
“I will give you guys a minute. I’ll be right down the hall if you need me.” He nodded before pulling his wife into his arms, as I made my way out of the room.
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine: KIM'S POV
I yanked at the knots in my hair, tugging as hard as I possibly could. I welcomed the pain. Serves me right for going this long without showing my hair some attention. It's exactly what I get for letting my love for a man control so much of my life. Ugh, how could I have done that to Janet? I know she was only doing what I asked and I threw her under the bus to save my own ass. The last few nights I had to turn off my phone and ignore her calls. She must take responsibility for this. My position was way more important than hers. Plus, she had her chance with Sylvester already. Now it is my turn. I’ve worked too hard to let Raven and Janet get in the way. Soon he will know who is really here for him.
I placed the brush down on the sink and smoothed my hair back behind my ears. My stress splotches were starting to show, which means I will have to ice my face twice as long tonight. I turned off the bathroom light and stepped out into the room.
“Sylvester,” I gasped. He was sitting on the bed, head in his hands. How did he get in here?
“I hope I didn’t startle you,” he whispered. He looked up, eyes just as tired as the first time I saw them, and gave me a weak smile.
“No… I was just… how did you get in?” He held the room key between his fingers.
“I wanted to see you.” His eyes raked over my body, making me sweat in places I shouldn’t be sweating.
“Oh?”
He stood to his feet. “Oh,” he repeated. As my breath got stuck in my throat, I watched him walk toward me. “I can’t get you off my mind, Kim.”
“R-R-Really?” He pinned me between himself and the wall, both arms on the side of my head.
“Yes really. You’re all I ever think about. The way you speak and hold yourself in such a professional manner. How you conduct business and always stand by my side. How tight and fit you keep yourself… just for me. You look amazing,” he whispered against my neck. His breath fanned along my shoulder, almost making my knees give away.
“Thank you, it’s not an easy job.” I shivered as he placed a kiss on my collarbone.
“You make it look flawless.” He nipped at my neck and I wrapped my arms around him to hold myself up. Lord, this man can make a blind woman weak in the knees.
“What about Raven?” He brought his face close to mine and our lips were inches apart.
“She means nothing to me. I only want you.” Then he kissed me. So soft and slow that I could feel it in my toes. His hands slowly ran down my legs, pulling them up and around his waist. My arms tightened around his neck as he carried me over to the bed.
“God Kim, you’re so stunning. I don’t know why it took me so long to see how amazing you are.” I pulled him back into a kiss, not wanting him to ever stop. He tastes like candy… and I can’t even remember the last time I had candy. Sylvester placed me down on the bed and I watched in amazement as he unbuttoned his shirt. His body was perfect. Smooth chest and abdomen with a perfect V-line. Very light chest hair and the only tattoos visible were the ones on his arms. I’ve always hated tattoos, but he made them look so sexy. He reached down and tugged at the string on my robe.
“Are you ready?” He asked. More than you know…. I nodded, slowly pulling open my robe. I watched in disbelief as his fingers worked to unbuckle his belt. Holy shit this is happening. This is really happening. My gaze landed on the bit of pubic hair peeking from his boxers. Ugh, will definitely have to get rid of that. He leaned forward and let his hand caress my breasts.
“You like that?” He asked. His voice hummed through my body, making me quiver.
“Yes…” Sylvester hovered over me, kissing along my neck and down my chest. Oh god, that feels amazing. He continued to caress my breasts, making me gasp when he pulled the bra cups down to pinch my nipples between his fingers. I went to cross my legs because the building pressure was too much. Sylvester gripped my leg with his free hand, keeping them apart. His hand trailed up my thigh and it felt as if my heart was going to explode.
“You have been a very naughty girl, Kim.”
“I have?” The feel of his hands on my body had my thoughts in shambles. How can his touch be this powerful?
“Oh yes…” His tongue lightly brushed over my nipple and I arched into his touch. I couldn’t contain my excitement as his fingers made lazy circles on the outside of my panties. “It wasn’t just Janet that sent the email.” My eyes shot open and his tongue flicked over my nipple again.
“What?” I tried sitting up but he pressed his body against mine so I’d stay in place.
“You told Janet to send the picture and made her take all the blame.” My mind couldn’t grasp what he was saying. His tongue and fingers were too much… The pleasure had me paralyzed.
“I… it wasn’t my fault…”
“You ruined a woman’s life. Just to have me… all to yourself.” His hand finally slipped into my panties and a moan rippled through me.
“Say it.” His teeth nipped around the fleshy part of my breasts and the pressure continued to build as his thumb rubbed my clit. Fuck….
“It wasn’t me,” I moaned. He stopped abruptly making me look up. His face… oh my, his eyes. Have I ever seen something this fucking hot? The panting. The hunger. The anger.
“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped. “Tell the truth and I’ll keep going.” The air was knocked from my lungs. I nodded and he leaned back down taking my nipple into his mouth.
“I helped send the email,” I whispered in his ear. He growled, ripping my panties apart.
“Tell him what else you did.” I quickly turned my head to see Janet standing in the corner of the room. Her cheeks were tear-stained and she was wearing a long white button-down. The same one Sylvester has on. He ground his hips against mine when I saw something shiny in her hand. Is that what I think it is? No…
“Tell me,” he said making his way back up my neck.
“Tell him how you ruined our lives just to be a part of his.” I tried to speak but Sylvester’s lips captured mine, making my head spin.
“Tell him! Or I will end it all! Right here!” She brought the knife to her wrist. Oh god no…
“Yes Kim, tell me.” He growled, finally pushing himself inside me. Fuck! God, he’s big. How did they manage to take all of him? He pinned my hands above my head as we both fell into a rhythm. He consumed my moans like they were oxygen for his lungs. Thrusting everything he had into me. It was too good to speak.
“I thought we were friends,” Janet cried. We are… we are friends. I tried to turn and tell her, but Sylvester needed this. I need this. She had her moment with him. My eye caught hers as she brought the knife to her neck. No, no, no!!! I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.
***
I shot up out of bed, gasping for air. My hair and nightgown were drenched in sweat, practically clinging to my skin. I looked around only to see the faint glow of light coming from the bathroom. It was a dream. I don’t know whether to be happy or disappointed. The way Sylvester was touching me felt so real. I collapsed back onto my pillows letting out a sigh of relief. What a crazy dream… so amazing and frightening. This thing with Janet is going to eat me alive. I looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand and it was twenty minutes after midnight. Then I jumped as my phone vibrated. I flipped it over to see it was Edward. What the hell does he want?
“This is Kim,” I said, putting the phone on speaker.
“You sleep like a dead person, you know that?”
“What?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“I’ve called you three times.”
“Why?” There’s no reason he should be calling me this late in the first place.
“Sylvester went back to Manhattan…”
“What? When? Why would he do that,” I asked.
“A few hours ago. He left us in charge…”
“What could have been so important that he had to leave in the middle of renovations?”
“Well, if you shut up and stop cutting me off, then I can tell you why,” he snapped. Whoa… somebody is on edge. “He went to see Raven.” Of course, he did. I stayed silent waiting for him to continue.
“He said that she may be in some kind of trouble, but I think it is worse than that. He wouldn’t have left so quickly.”
“When is she not in trouble? Probably got picked up for prostitution or something,” I laughed. Edward sucked his teeth.
“Raven is not a prostitute. You need to watch what you say about her, Kim. She’s important to Sylvester.”
“Oh please, they’ve known each other for less than three months. How close could they possibly be?” I asked, adjusting my pillows.
“Closer than you’ll ever get with him.” My face grew hot and I clenched my covers with my free hand. I don’t know who gave this piece of shit the confidence to talk to me like this, especially since he used to worship the ground I walked on.
“Is there a purpose to this call or are you still obsessed with me and wanted to hear my voice while you jerked off?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I wanted to let you know that I’m leaving as well.”
“What?” This has got to be a joke. How is it that Raven has so much control? All of them run back to take care of her like they’re her servants.
“Evan has it under control. He said as long as we come back in two weeks to finalize the contracts, he has the rest handled. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to stay or go.” I sit back, resting my head against the headboard as the dream floods my mind. I can’t take not knowing how he feels about me. His touch… His scent… I can practically smell him on my skin. There is no way I could’ve had such a vivid dream and it not mean something.
“Well?” Edward said, breaking me away from my thoughts.
“Give me twenty minutes to get ready,” I said, scrambling to my feet.
“You have ten. That’s how long it will take the driver to get here, so you better pack fast.” The line went dead. Ugh, fucking asshole.
***
We arrived at Lenox Hill Hospital at two forty-five in the morning and I wanted to pull every strand of hair out of my head. I can’t even describe how loud Edward’s snoring was on the way up here. How his prostitute girlfriend can get any sleep is beyond me. He sounded like a woodchipper. And that’s not even the worst of it. The driver was flying down the road so fast, I’m surprised we didn’t get pulled over by the police.
I wrapped my jacket tightly around myself, following behind Edward. Ugh, I hate hospitals. They’ve always creeped me out. The smell of chemicals, skin, and death all mixed together. Reminds me too much of my childhood, that summer dad got sick. I push that thought quickly from my mind refocusing on the purpose of being here. Telling Sylvester how I feel. But how can one concentrate with people coughing and sneezing all around you?
“Excuse me, ma’am. We’re looking for Raven Briggs. Is she here?” Edward asked a passing nurse.
“I thought we were looking for Sylvester.” I snapped.
“Obviously we will find him with Raven since she’s the one admitted,” he said glancing over his shoulder. The woman directed us down the hall to her room and we both walked in silence. His concern for Raven is sickening. He’s barely known her that long. Same as Sylvester. Drooling over a woman who gives herself away willingly for money. She did a mediocre job at the office and every time I saw her, she was in the break room. Eating. God, she never stopped eating. It was like her life depended on it. Sylvester needs a woman who is going to take care of him and make sure his life stays on track. Not some oinker that is going to make him eat his way into an early grave… like my father.
“Kim? Edward?” The both of us stop right in front of her door as Sylvester was making his way down the hall. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his wife beater, and… is that a tattoo? How have I never seen that before? I hope he doesn’t have as many on his torso as he has on his arms. I gulped as Sylvester motioned for us to step back from Raven’s door. He walked quickly towards us with a harsh look on his face. Boy, does he look exhausted. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look this tired. What has Raven done to him?
“What are you doing here?” I looked up at Edward as he scratched the back of his head.
“We wanted to be here for you in your time of need…”
“She wanted to see you. I’m here to see Raven. How’s she doing? Have you seen her yet?” Edward asked eagerly. I watched as Sylvester’s jaw clenched and he rubbed his hand over his chin.
“You’re talking as if she’s your woman. What happened to the other prostitute?” I spat out. Edward’s eyes cut in my direction and his nostrils flared.
“Nikki is not a prostitute! You need to shut the fuck up about things you don’t know!” I looked up at Sylvester, waiting for him to defend me like he always does but he was quiet. “Besides, friends check on each other. You would know that if you had any.”
“I do have friends…”
“Your vibrator doesn’t count,” he said. I gasped, giving him a shove. How fucking dare he insult me like that! “And the two women you treat like garbage don’t count either. Especially after the way you threw Janet under the bus and got her fired because you’re a jealous bitch.”
“Edward.” Sylvester snapped. My heart was pounding and my face was too hot for comfort. Never in my life have I had a man call me a bitch… at least not to my face. Put him in his place Sylvester. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for the show to unfold.
“Did you two forget about Boston? Our clients? We can’t screw this up, I have a lot riding on this,” he said, frustration evident on his face. That is what he’s worried about? Not that this neanderthal just called me a jealous bitch?
“Mr. Stallins has everything under control. We just have to go back in two weeks to finalize some things…” Edward trails off as we both take in Sylvester’s defeated appearance. He runs his hands through his hair and sighs deeply. “What’s going on?” He’s silent, placing his back against the wall and bowing his head. And for a moment all we hear are heart monitors and doctors shuffling in and out of rooms.
“Sylvester.” I take a step forward. “Did something happen?”
“Obviously,” Edward said under his breath. I roll my eyes, not taking my focus off Sylvester. “Does this have something to do with the alarms going off?” Edward asks.
“Alarms? What are you talking about?” Sylvester chuckles, making my stomach drop. What the hell is going on? Who is this disheveled man in front of me right now? This is not the strong man I’ve fallen for…
“There was a break-in. Pretty sure it was someone we know.” He raises his eyebrows indicating that he knows exactly who it was. “My father is taking back over and I’ve decided to leave Charette Design…”
“What?!” I shriek. “When did you decide this? And why are we just now hearing about it?” Edward sucks his teeth, stepping in front of me.
“What is your next step?” He asks. The two men exchange a look as if they are having a secret conversation. “I’m behind you on whatever you do.”
“It’s going to be tough starting from the bottom. I don’t want to ask you to give up all you already have.” Edward extends his hand and Sylvester stares at it for what seems like forever. Then he slowly takes Edward’s hand and they shake.
“That is what business partners do.” My head is spinning. What in the actual fuck?
“Hello? One of you please explain what is going on! How could you leave and not say anything to us? You didn’t take the time to consider what position that would put us in since we work so closely with you.”
“God! For once in your miserable life, can you think of someone other than yourself?! I have never met such a selfish fucking person! Open your damn eyes and see that Charette Design was making Sylvester crazy. His father is a complete asshole… no offense.” Sylvester nodded with a smirk. “This project in Boston was his dream and he cared enough to let the both of us be a part of it.” I looked between the both of them, tears swelling in my eyes. All those long hours together and not once did he say he hated it there. What the hell am I supposed to believe? I turn my attention to Sylvester.
“I’d like to speak with you. Alone,” I said snarling the last word at Edward.
“Sure. I could use another coffee. Edward, let Rae know that I will be right back.” Sylvester pushes himself off the wall, gesturing for me to lead the way. We walk side by side but don’t speak. The little voice in the back of my head was becoming annoying as I fought against telling him the truth about my feelings.
“I know this is a lot for you, Kim.” He says, breaking the silence. I scoff. Such an unattractive sound, making my face flush from embarrassment. “You still have a job at Charette Design if that is what you are worried about. You will just be working with my father.”
“You think I want to work for your father?” I repeat in disbelief. After the way he treated Maggie, I should spit in his coffee.
“You have before…” he says trailing off.
“That’s basically starting all over again. I’ve worked so hard to get to where I am now…” Stop with the bullshit and just confess how you feel…
“I know that is how it will feel, but I will put in a good word for you.” I stop short, frustrated by the turn the conversation was taking.
“What is going on with you?” I snap. “Do you honestly think I’ve been at the company this long because I like it? You made work bearable! Seeing you every day, afternoon lunches, late-night meetings, and all those hours on the phone together. All our time together behind those office doors and suddenly you’re pushing me to work for your father. Don’t you feel the chemistry between us?” My heart was pounding so much that it felt like it was going to explode out of my chest.
“Kim…” His eyes hastily glanced around to see if anyone was watching.
“Do I mean nothing to you? These last few years, have you felt nothing?” His stare was intense as he finally caught on to my confession. He sighed, rubbing his fingers over his eyes as if I just added another brick to the weight on his shoulders.
“You know I am appreciative of everything you’ve ever done for me. The amount of time and effort you put into your work has never gone unnoticed. You are an amazing secretary and I was lucky to have you working for me.” I looked into his green eyes, not seeing the sparkle that made my heart flutter. It’s was a blank slate… like all emotion was drained from his body. I never thought it was possible to actually feel your heart break before the words meant to hurt you even came out, but here I am. The part of Sylvester that I’ve kept so close to my heart has fallen and broken into a million pieces. The air is vacuumed from my lungs as I wait for him to speak. Please let me be overreacting. Tell me that you love me as much as I love you. Kiss me the way you kissed me in my dream…
I take the initiative and step forward, but he moves back. Pressing himself against the wall… not breaking eye contact.
“I’m sorry, Kim. I think this is the best thing, especially if you’ve developed feelings,” he whispers, as two nurses pass by looking in our direction. If I look half as bad as I feel, I would be staring too.
“Do you love her?” I find myself asking. I bring my eyes to meet his again and there is a sparkle… at the mention of that bitch.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to say…”
“Do you?!” He doesn’t even flinch at my harsh tone. He just nods his head, shuffling back and forth on his feet. At that, the tears finally fall from my eyes and I book it down the hallway, not turning back. Hoping that he comes running after me. Hoping that he chooses the woman that worked so hard to be the one he deserved and not the misshapen lump in the hospital bed that doesn’t have her life together. But he doesn’t. And I’m left standing alone in the rain waiting for a cab, practically gasping through my sobs.
​
HER POV
My head pounded as my sister grilled me about what I’d been doing with my life the last few years. Maybe it was a mistake telling her so much. There are about ten years of my life that she missed but I guess it was better she heard it from me and not from someone else. Possibly finding out from Maxwell. My heart rate picked up on the monitor, making my sister come over to the hospital bed.
“Are you alright?” She asked. I nodded. “You’re safe. I’m here now,” she whispered, smoothing my hair out of my face.
“D-Did you hear anything about mom?” I wonder if John and Maxwell went in to actually see her.
“She’s fine. I called this morning to check in with her.”
“Did you get a call about mom having any visitors today?” Robin’s eyebrows drew in together.
“No. Why? Did you get a call?” I shook my head. I don’t want to worry her any more than I already have. I scratched at my arms, which were starting to turn red. God, I hate these hospital sheets. They always make me break out. I’m ready to go home and get in my own bed…. With Sylvester. Where is he? He said he was going to be here.
“Umm… has anyone stopped by tonight? A friend of mine…”
“Oh, you mean your husband?” I swallowed hard. My what? “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that as well. That man is too old for you.”
“He is not,” I said before coughing. My throat is still a bit raspy from that cold salty water from the harbor.
“Where did you meet him?” She asked, sitting at the end of the bed. She grabbed my foot, rubbing it between her hands. Something she always did when we were kids. I always thought it was gross, but she found it soothing.
“At a lounge,” I smiled as I remembered him sitting at the bar that night. That seems like a million years ago.
“You sleep with him the first night?” I yanked my foot away, cradling my knees to my chest.
“That’s none of your business. Now, have you seen him?” I asked.
“The last time I saw him he was waiting in the hall.” I buried my head against my knees and let out a shaky breath. He actually came… and he’s waiting for me. “I can see that he cares for you and you obviously care for him. But don’t let your guard down, Raven. Mom and I did and look how our lives have turned out.”
“But now you have Eric again. You’re leaving Lawrence and you can finally be happy.” She bowed her head, nodding in agreement. I jumped as the nurse stepped into the room. I have got to calm down and stop thinking Maxwell is going to pop out of every corner. If his plan is to have me terrified, then it’s working. I watched as her blonde hair swayed side to side while she wrapped the blood pressure cuff around my arm.
“How are you feeling?” She asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Nauseous at all?” I shook my head. For once in the last few days, I haven’t felt like throwing up. The texture of the Jell-O cup she gave me was disgusting but it settled in my stomach well. “You have quite the crowd outside. I’m sure they can’t wait to hear the news,” she whispered.
“What news?” I asked. Robin reached out to grab my foot again and I nudged her with my toe to stop.
“That you and the baby are fine.” My throat tightened and I could feel my heart sinking to my stomach. Me and what? A baby? Robin’s eyes popped halfway out of their sockets.
“She’s what?” Robin asked the nurse. The blonde’s face began to pale. “You’re what?” Robin said turning to me. I was at a loss for words… holy shit this explains so much. And it’s possible. Sylvester and I never use condoms. How could I not think this would happen? I’m so fucking stupid.
“Did the doctor not come in and tell you yet?” The nurse whispered. I closed my eyes, slowly shaking my head before falling back on the bed. This is not good. I can’t bring a baby into this fucked up world. I’m barely making it on my own… oh God, with Maxwell on my trail, how will I even manage taking care of it?
“How far along is she?” Robin asked. The nurse chewed on her bottom lip, looking between us.
“Five weeks.” Fuck… Five damn weeks. When was the last time I even had my period? This whole time I thought it was stress. Son of a bitch! I flinched when Robin smacked my leg.
“Are you kidding me, Raven? Is he the father?” She asked, with distaste in her tone. I nodded slowly. I haven’t been with anyone else in almost three months. “Aren’t you on birth control?”
“I was, but I stopped taking it…”
“You ever heard of a fucking condom? How could you be so dumb?” Her words were harsh, but I agreed with her one hundred percent. I was always on top of my contraceptions with men. What is it about Sylvester that made me so forgetful?
“Do you two need a minute?” The nurse asked, backing up towards the door.
“Yes,” Robin spat out.
“I will be back shortly with the doctor,” she replied, disappearing out the door. I watched as Robin paced back and forth in front of the bed. I snuggled my knees to my chest looking down at the chipped nail polish on my toes. My stomach fluttered as I remembered how much Sylvester loved the color. How am I ever going to tell him?
“…This makes sense why you would get sick whenever I made eggs for the girls. Eggs were always your favorite food. Are you listening to me, Raven? What are you going to do?” I could feel a warm tear come down my cheek, but I kept my eyes on my toes.
“He doesn’t know I’ve been sick in the mornings. He always leaves before I wake up.”
“Are you going to keep it then? Since he doesn’t know, you don’t have to keep it and be tied to him for the rest of this kid's life. You have options.”
“Sylvester is not Lawrence. Or like any of mom’s boyfriends… or like the assholes I’ve dealt with. He is good. Better than I deserve. I will talk to him about it first.”
“Raven… you’re still so young. There is so much that you haven’t done with your life. Staying at that club took away so many opportunities for you already. What do you think will happen if you add a baby to that equation?”
A knock on the door made me look up from my feet and more tears fell when I saw it wasn’t Sylvester, but Edward. A sense of relief filled me, but he was not the one I needed right now.
“Eddie, what are you doing here?” I asked wiping my eyes.
“I heard that you were in trouble.” He gave Robin a wave before coming over to the bed. “What happened?” He placed his hand on top of mine.
“I’m too tired to tell the story. I would need a drink to go through everything.” He tucked my hair behind my ear.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to have a drink anymore.” My eyes flew open and he squeezed my hand. “He’s talking to Kim. I was by the door, waiting to come in and see you when I heard.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Eddie.” He pulled me into a tight hug and I cried into his shoulder. I never would have thought I would be so close to him. In such a short time, he’s become my protector and I didn’t even ask him to be.
“Everything is going to be alright. You just worry about getting yourself back on your feet and you can figure this out later. He’s got enough on his plate right now, so he’s going to be pretty occupied until you tell him.”
“What do you mean?” I asked pulling away to look at him. The look in his eyes had been quickly veiled and he bit his bottom lip.
“I will let him tell you. I’m just here to make sure you’re okay,” he replied squeezing my shoulders.
“I’m fine,” I lied. I am far from fine. I feel like I’m about to shatter.
“You were with Nikki before your accident? Does she know you’re here?” I shook my head as my sister snapped her fingers for him to speed it up. “I will call and let her know that you’re doing okay. Get some rest and I’ll come to see you again in the morning.” I pulled him back into a tight hug, not wanting him to leave me with my sister, but he left before I could ask him to stay.
“You know I thought he was the friend you were telling me about,” Robin replied.
“Him and I are actual friends. Not many people were kind when I started my new job. He was the only one nice to me.” None of those other women who would talk to me in the break room have even reached out since I left the office. Not even Keith… the lying dog.
I buried my head in my arms, getting tired from my sister's ranting. Why does she have such an opinion of Sylvester, especially after the type of man Lawrence is? If I had to compare them, Sylvester is more like Eric than the man she thinks he is. I just wish she could see that. And I doubt he is going to run for the hills if I tell him I’m pregnant. The question is, will he want me to keep it or get rid of it? I’ve never thought about kids in my future. The only one I got close to was Maxwell’s neighbor’s kid and she was twelve years old. Would I even be a good mother? Could I afford to be a mom if Sylvester doesn’t want to help? Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?
The room fell silent and she finally stopped talking. Hospital chatter and monitors were the only sounds bouncing off the walls and I sighed as the tension eased from my shoulders. It feels as if my ears have been ringing since the gunshots. I was rubbing the sleep from my eyes when I noticed how still Robin was. Her eyes were glued to the other side of the room.
“What’s wrong?” I yawned. I let my gaze follow hers and it landed on the tall figure at the door. Sylvester… purple rings under his eyes, hair a mess, and worry written all over his face. My chest caved in as I leaped out of the bed and ran into his arms. I buried my face in his chest, taking in his familiar scent of coffee and whiskey.
“You’re here.” My voice didn’t sound like my own as my tears blurred my vision of him. I squeezed his arms, making sure that he was real and not my imagination.
“I’m here,” he whispered into my hair. His arms were around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest. I could feel his body trembling around mine… or maybe it was mine around his. I don’t care, just never let me go…
“A week was too long being away from you. I don’t know how we managed the first time,” he said. The sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine.
“Never again.” My hands roamed his arms, down his torso, and around his waist. It took everything in me not to loosen his belt buckle and please him right in front of this door.
“Rae.” He took my face in his hands. “I’m here. I’m real, baby,” he chuckled. I stood on my toes, capturing his lips. Taking what I’ve been missing. I could tell he needed me too. Once our lips met, he stopped trembling. The kiss deepened as his tongue swept into my mouth and I could feel myself lifting off the ground. His hands rested lazily on my behind and mine looped in his belt buckle, pulling him dangerously close. I was unraveling… all previous pain forgotten once in his arms. I knew I was fucked before but this confirms it. My heart belongs to him. Sylvester pulled away when he heard someone clearing their throat.
“If I didn’t know that you were just in an accident, I’d say you were faking with the way you just ran to him.” I turned around and Robin stood with her arms crossed and a frown on her face.
“Sorry. Robin, this is Sylvester.” I suddenly winced from the pain in my knee, gripping onto his arm.
“Oh, we’ve met,” she said, raising her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes before shooting her a look to be nice. “You get that little problem fixed?” My heart skipped a beat when I saw his face pale even more. Little problem? Eddie just said that Sylvester had a lot going on… how is it that Robin knows what it is? How long did she talk to him before coming to see me?
“Something along those lines,” he said clearing his throat before looking down at me. The smile he put on did not reach his eyes and it made my stomach do a backflip.
“What problem?”
“Work issue. Nothing for you to worry about,” he said, kissing the top of my head. I went to say something else, but Robin stepped forward.
“You need to get back in bed. Especially after the day you’ve had,” she said looking towards my stomach. My hand instantly shot up to hold it, hoping Sylvester didn’t see the gesture.
“I’ve been in that bed for the last five hours. I can’t lay there anymore.”
“She’s right, sweetheart. You should be resting,” Sylvester said, walking us toward the bed.
“I want to be in my own bed… with you.” A grin grew on his face and his hand gripped my waist.
“We will as soon as the doctors discharge you.” My mind raced as I realized we had no way home. “Oh god, how is Greg?" I said panicked. "They haven’t told me anything about…”
“Calm down, I just saw him. He’s alright. The surgery went well. He’s with his wife. You just worry about getting all the rest you need. I’m not leaving your side.” Sylvester took a seat next to me and I rested my head on his shoulder, finally able to breathe.
“Well, you’re going to have quite the commute Mr. Nash because I’m taking her back home with me,” Robin said.
“What?” We both said in unison.
“This is the second time you’ve been in the hospital under this man’s care, as far as I know. Do you honestly think I’m going to leave you alone with him?”
“Robin, please be reasonable…” Sylvester began to say, but Robin held up her hand for him to stop.
“Save it. I’m not hearing any of it. My sister is too young-minded to be with someone like you. I have let too many obstacles get in the way of our relationship and now that I’m back, I will do everything in my power to get her life back on track. So, we appreciate your help Mr. Nash but it is no longer needed. I don’t need another phone call in the middle of the night telling me that my only sister is dead.”
Robin's eyes darkened with emotion and she quickly bit her lip between her teeth to stop it from trembling. I wish she could see me as more than her baby sister and realize that I’ve been taking care of myself for years. It may not have been the best way but I managed to survive this long. I looked at Sylvester as he contemplated on what to say.
“Okay.” My mouth fell open in disbelief. Is he kidding me? Giving up on us that easy? My stomach clenched and I could feel the bile rising but I quickly forced it back down.
“Okay?” Robin repeated. Sylvester nodded his head. “You’re not even going to fight for her, after the conversation we had in the lobby?” What conversation? My mouth was too dry for me to speak and the tears just kept coming.
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to fight you on it because I know Rae will do that for the both of us. I know how you felt receiving those phone calls. I’ve received a few of them myself and I was a mess,” he said looking over at me. His eyes… green as the trees in the forest. Warm, inviting, and sad all wrapped in one. “She asked me to let her make her own decisions so I can’t speak for her. All I can ask is if she will come away with me for a few days. Away from all the work, drama, and chaos. After that, she has the choice to either go back with you or stay with me.”
I looked between the two of them as my stomach continued to move and shift like waves in the ocean. Robin’s icy glare started to melt as she looked between the two of us. She knows I want this time with him more than anything. I need to figure out what our next step is. Then my stomach lurched and I was on my feet.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
“I need the bathroom,” I replied clamping my hand over my move and heading straight for the toilet. I watched as the orange Jell-O cup I managed to hold in, now swirled around the toilet bowl. Dry heaving is the fucking worst. This pregnancy is going to be the death of me. This little gremlin doesn’t like anything. I flinched when I felt a warm pair of hands on my sides.
“I didn’t mean to make you sick. Maybe I should make all the decisions if they make you like this,” he whispered jokingly. I laughed and heaved as his one hand came around to rub my stomach and the other smoothing my hair from my face. Then, everything slowly calmed and I was able to catch my breath. I leaned forward to flush the toilet before falling back on his lap. My heart swelled as he continued to rub my stomach. If only you knew what was growing inside there.
“Will you come away with me?” He asked again. I interlaced my fingers with his letting my head fall against his chest. The hold he has over me is undeniable.
“Yes,” I whispered. His grip tightened around me as he buried his face in my hair. I finally relaxed, sinking into his cushioning embrace, letting the weight of the day take me under.
Chapter 10: HIS POV
I sighed bringing the glass to my lips, taking a long swig of Bourbon. The stack of papers on the kitchen island were almost as tall as my laptop. Edward and I had been working nonstop since we got home from the hospital yesterday. Twelve hours of running through my own trusted batch of clients and three pots of coffee. Edward left three hours ago and I hadn’t even made a dent in the pile since he went home. Everyone is so invested in Charette Design that they won’t even hear us out. Little do they know I’ve been the one taking care of their needs for the last five years. Dad could care less as long as the money is still coming in. I dragged my eyes away from the computer screen to look over at the clock… Three thirty- nine in the morning. My eyes were so dry that it hurt when I blinked. Maybe I should call it a night. I have so many things to do before going back to Boston.
“You probably should,” A voice said. The glass slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor. It can’t be. An ache started in my chest and my heart was beating with an uneasy irregular rhythm. “Are you going to turn around? Or do I have to come sit next to you?” She asked.
Fear prickled at the back of my neck as I slowly turned around. I stared in disbelief at the 4’2” brunette standing in the doorway. This isn’t real… no way this is real.
“S-S-Savannah?” She smiled from ear to ear. That hauntingly beautiful smile she used to give me when we were kids. Skin so pale you could see the blue veins in her face and neck. Baby blue dress and tiny pink fingernails wrapped around a fishbowl. A tear slid down my cheek at the sight. I remember that fish… I got it for her when we found out that she had cancer.
“Hi, Bunny.” It was as if a knife pushed right into my heart. It’s been so long since I’ve heard her say that.
“Am… Am I dead?” I watched as she skipped all the way over to the table, placing the fishbowl down on my laptop. A few more stray tears fell as I took in her appearance. Her face was sunken in and very hallow, her hair as thin as paper, and her eyes were drained of all life. God, why would you send her back to me like this? In the weakest state of herself? What did I do to see her so frail again?
“You will be if you don’t take a break. You’re just like Dad.” I brought my gaze down to the fishbowl. That hurt… she knew how much he and I didn’t get along. Why would she compare me to that selfish bastard?
“I am not.” Savannah giggled before pressing her face against the side of the fishbowl. Man, she used to stare at that fish for hours when we were kids. Curiosity still shimmered deep in her eyes.
“If I’m not dead, then what’s going on? H-H-How are you here?” I stuttered.
The silence in the room did nothing to settle the panic threatening to take over my body. God, those eyes… always held so much meaning behind them even at her young age. Just like mom but so innocent. Throughout her battle, I saw that light dim each day until she finally gave up fighting. It killed a part of me too because I was fighting with her. Encouraging her to keep pushing through the pain, praying that she would get better, and hoping she would be able to come back home. Mom and Dad weren’t at the hospital as often as I was. They were always doing something to distract themselves from the pain of it all. But I knew Savannah needed me by her side… up until her very last breath. Her death broke me… and seeing her now is reopening the wound I’ve worked so hard to heal.
“You’re going to lose her if you don’t slow down. She needs you.”
“Lose who?” I watched as her gaze landed on the bedroom door and she placed her cold hand on top of mine. “Rae? How do you know…”
“I’m with you all the time and she’s all you ever think about, Bunny. She’s very pretty.” I watched as Savannah swirled her finger in the water with her fish. My mouth was suddenly dry and I couldn’t think of what to say. “You don’t want to lose her right?” She squeezed my hand and it was as light as a feather.
“No, I just want to help her, and I can’t do that if I’m not working as hard as I can…”
“You won’t be able to do any of that for her if you work yourself to death.” She lifted my hand, bringing it to the edge of the fishbowl. “I don’t want you to have a heart attack like Dad did.” I froze as she swirled my finger around in the water. It was ice cold. Way too cold for a fish to swim in.
“How did you know about that? You weren’t even…” I trailed off. That was a year after she died. There’s no way she could know about that. And that heart attack probably wasn’t even because of work. The paramedics found him with my nanny while Mom and I were at Grandma’s house. It’s a good thing they were close to a hospital and she knew CPR. They said he was dead for approximately three minutes.
“Because I told him the same thing, I’m telling you when it happened. I don’t want to see you again before it’s your time,” she whispered. A shiver ran down my spine at the sight of her blue lips. Have they been blue this whole conversation? I wiped away a few more tears that fell from my eyes as she let go of my hand, giving me a weak smile. When I was younger, I would’ve given anything to have just a little more time with Savannah. Now she’s trying to give me more time with Raven. I know they would have gotten along great.
“I miss you.” Her smile grew brighter, making my vision blurry. I rubbed at my eyes trying to stop the burning sensation. I couldn’t make out Savannah anymore… she was a blur and the room was cold. What is going on?
“I miss you too, Bunny. Take care of yourself…” I wiped at my eyes again, as her silhouette rose from the chair with the fishbowl.
“Wait… Savannah, where are you going?” My body felt lighter and lighter the further she walked toward the door.
***
The weight that was sitting on my chest lifted and I shot up out of bed. I rubbed my eyes with shaking hands, finally getting them to focus as they darted around each corner of the room. It was a dream… a very vivid dream. My breathing slowed and I was drenched in sweat. The clock on the nightstand showed that it was noon. I can’t remember the last time I slept in this late. My body’s way of telling me that it needs to catch up on sleep. Next to the clock, there was a covered plate and a glass of orange juice. I looked over my shoulder to see that the bed was empty. Raven must have gotten up to make breakfast. I lifted the lid to see avocado toast, fruit, and bacon. A sigh of relief left my body as I took a piece of bacon. The smokey maple flavor hit my taste buds and I sat back in the bed. Gosh, I can’t believe how real it felt to see Savannah… and she said she’s always with me. I should reach out to Dr. Phillips so he could help me break down the meaning of that dream. Seeing her face so vividly can’t be a good thing. I opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out my phone to type out a quick message.
Me: Good afternoon, I’m in need of an emergency session. Is there any way you can fit me in sometime this week? Possibly today.
Sent: 12:17 pm
A knock on the door pulled me away from my thoughts. I stretched my hands above my head telling whomever it is to come in. The knob turned and Edward peeked his head through the door.
“You decent?” I lifted the covers to see that I was still in my pajama pants.
“Yeah.” Edward stepped into the room looking as if he didn’t sleep at all. If it weren’t for his change of clothes, I’d say he didn’t go home. I pushed back the covers and stood to my feet. “Sorry, I don’t ever sleep this late.”
“I think you deserve it after the week you’ve had,” he laughed. “Raven let me in and said you were still resting. She just went to shower.” I pulled the sheets off my bed and tossed them into the hamper. Thank goodness it’s laundry day and Sonia comes in to clean the apartment. This whole place needs a deep detox.
“You have any trouble grabbing those documents from the office this morning?”
“Straight to business huh?” I nodded, grabbing a T-shirt from the drawer and my plate from the nightstand. “Can I get some coffee first? Or a Scotch,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder at him. The last time I offered him Scotch he didn’t even drink it. I don’t need him wasting any more of my good stuff.
“A definite yes to the coffee and a hard no to the Scotch. I need you focused.” Edward followed me out into the dining area and took a seat at the kitchen island. He pulled two large folders and his laptop from his backpack.
“And to answer your question, your father did give me a hard time getting these. The fucker even had security escort me out once I showed him proof that these were all clients that you have worked with personally.” He said sliding the folder over to the end of the counter. I opened it, looking through all names of people I put my blood, sweat, and tears into. My father can never take their loyalty from me. “You ready to tell me what happened with Kim?” I met his gaze, popping a piece of honeydew melon into my mouth.
“There’s nothing to tell. She’ll be working for my father…”
“Her desk was cleared off this morning and someone new was setting up the area. Maggie told me Kim needed some time off.” Ugh, I really didn’t want this to turn into something that it’s not. My office being destroyed was one thing to explain in my resignation email. I’m sure there will be an uproar in the next meeting about all three of us leaving Charette Design. I turned toward the coffee machine, pulling two mugs out of the cabinet.
“You know it is okay to talk to me, Sylvester. I’m not just your business partner… I am your friend.” I sighed, grabbing my shirt from the counter and pulling it over my head. He really isn’t going to let this go.
“A friend, huh?”
“Yeah,” he replied. I turned, pressing myself against the island.
“Friends share secrets,” I said staring him straight in the eye. He nodded. “You gonna come clean about all of yours?” He went to speak but then hesitated. I could see the fear deeply set in his eyes.
“I don’t think we need to share every secret, but yes… I will share what I am comfortable sharing.” He said. I could see the sweat on his upper lip and I let out a chuckle. A loyal friend he will be, indeed.
“Kim confessed her feelings for me and I let her know that I did not feel the same way towards her,” I said changing the subject. Edward visibly relaxed as I peeked around the corner to listen if the shower was still running. “Then she tried to kiss me but I stepped away. I guess I made a real mess of the situation.” The coffee machine started to beep and I filled up the two mugs.
“Was this the first time?” He finally asked.
“The first time what?” I placed the cup down in front of him. Then I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the milk and creamer.
“That she made a move. Everyone in the office knew how she felt about you…”
“Of course, it was the first time.” Edward’s eyebrows raised as he avoided my eyes, furiously logging into his computer. “And why didn’t anyone think to tell me?” I put three scoops of sugar in my coffee mug before bringing it to my lips and taking a long swig.
“Hey, I was trying to win her heart anyway I could. What kind of dude would I be telling the competition that the girl I was going after liked them?” He laughed. “I also heard some rumors about you and Janet but I wasn’t sure if they were true.” I ran my hand over my face.
“Janet was a mistake…” Edward practically leaped out of his chair, startling me.
“I knew it! Boy, she’s got some knockers on her. I always wondered if they were real. Are they real?” His eyes were almost bulging out of his head.
“Rae is right in the other room, can you control yourself please?” He apologized but waited in anticipation. “…And no, they’re not real,” I replied. We both began laughing and I took a seat next to him at the island. Man was it a relief to finally laugh and actually enjoy doing it. Over the years, I felt like it was all forced. Rae and Edward bring out genuine laughter in me.
“I feel like I really screwed the both of us, Edward. We’ve overcome so many milestones and my one fuck up knocked us all the way down to the bottom of the food chain,” I sighed. He grabbed my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“We’ll get back up there… and this time we’ll be doing it your way. Not your fathers.” His grin eased the gnawing pain in my chest. Maybe he’s right. We can do this our way and not work ourselves to death.
“And yours as well. This is a partnership so any ideas you have, pitch them my way.” His grin grew twice in size making me laugh.
“Thanks, Sylvester.” We both turned our attention to our phones as they chimed at the same time. He pulled his out of his pocket, squinting at the screen. “I have to take this. Nikki and my sister are out together for the first time without me and I have a feeling they’re plotting to run away together,” he joked.
“Go ahead, I’ll get started,” I said flipping my phone over. I waited until he was out of the apartment before reading my text. It was from Dr. Phillips.
Dr. Phillips: Sure, you can either come into the office or we could have a Zoom meeting @ 2:30 pm. I just had two clients reschedule.
Received 1:05 pm
I started to type out my message when I heard a gagging sound coming from the bathroom.
“Rae? Are you okay?” I shouted. The only response was the sound of dry heaving. She has been having the toughest time keeping food down the last few hours. I wonder if her nerves are getting to her as well. I finished typing out the message and made my way toward the bathroom. I lightly knocked on the door before turning the knob. Raven sat on the toilet in a towel with her head buried between her knees.
“Don’t come in,” she said weakly. My heart swelled as I kneeled in front of her, taking her face in my hands.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back and see the doctor? You haven’t been able to keep anything down.” Tears streamed from her weary eyes and she tried to put on a fake smile.
“I’ll be okay. I still have the taste of all that river water in my system. Nothing a cup of hot tea won’t fix.”
“You sure?” She nodded, using the back of her hand to wipe her nose. “How are your injuries?” I asked looking at the gash on her shoulder. I went to stand up with her as she wobbled to her feet. The softness in her eyes showed just how exhausted she was.
“Just a dull ache but I will manage.” I watched in admiration as she turned to the sink to brush her teeth. Who would have thought that we would be here? From that first night when I wanted to end it all… up until now. Where the hell would I be if she wasn’t here? I took a step forward, feeling the heat from her skin. A low hum escaped her as I placed my fingertips on her shoulders. I took another step forward, closing the distance between us. She let out a shaky breath as I placed a kiss on her right shoulder. And then another along her neck. The scent of strawberries and cream went through my nostrils making me hard as a rock.
“Sylvester,” she whispered. I let my hands slide down the length of her arms and come around to reach for the knot in her towel. “Eddie is right in the other room,” she said breathless.
“I know… and he can wait until we’re finished.” I let my tongue run along the side of her neck, making her shiver. “You feel and smell way too good for me to be concentrating on work right now.” Her hands came up to catch the towel before I let it drop to the floor.
“We will have time for this later…”
“Turn around,” I said gripping her waist. Raven did as she was told, keeping her hands on the towel. Her honey-brown eyes were on fire as she looked up at me. “Drop it,” I said leaning down to let my lips brush hers. The spearmint made my head spin with anticipation. She went to object but I quickly caught her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking on it lightly. A desperate moan rumbled deep within her as the towel fell, landing on our feet.
“The only thing that is going to stop me from ravaging you in this bathroom is if you tell me you’re still not feeling well,” I said, brushing my fingers over her nipples. Raven sucked in a gust of air. “Do you not feel well enough?” I whispered against her lips. I pinched her nipples between my fingers as she leaned against the sink for support. Ah ah ah… you’re not getting away that easy. I quickly pressed my body back against hers, instantly regretting putting on pajamas this morning.
God, I love the feel of her body trembling against mine. Raven leaned forward to kiss me, but I pulled back just enough for our lips not to connect. She let out a frustrated groan as I continued to toy and pinch her nipples. Then I let my right hand slide down her chest and stomach, stopping right at her sex.
“Do. You. Not. Feel. Well. Enough?” I asked as my free hand circled her clit with every word.
Her eyelids fluttered as she nodded her head.
“I wanna hear you say it, baby.” I dipped two fingers into her warmth and I almost burst from the look on her face. Fuck… she looks so good. A knock on the door, made her clench around my fingers. “Eyes on me,” I whispered.
“Okay,” she whispered. I let my fingers slide in and out, as her juices dripped all the way to my wrist.
“I’ll be right out Ed,” I replied not taking my eyes off her. Raven bit down on her lip trying to suppress a moan.
“Actually, I may need to take the day off. Nikki’s car just broke down and she needs me to come pick them up. Is that alright?”
“Is that alright?” I whispered against her mouth. My thumb came up to circle her clit again.
“Fuck that’s good… I’m so close,” she gasped. I raised an eyebrow at Raven, waiting for her to give me an answer. She nodded quickly making me chuckle.
“Of course, it’s alright. We’ll touch base when Rae and I get back,” I replied.
“Thank you, I will call you as soon as I get a chance. Bye Raven,” he said. I pushed my fingers deeper inside of her as her body convulsed around me.
“B-B-Bye Eddie,” she moaned wrapping her arms around me for support. I lifted Raven up to sit on the sink so that she could calm herself down. Once I heard the front door close she was able to speak.
“That was not fair,” she whispered. I smiled finally pulling her into a kiss. I dipped my tongue into her mouth, enjoying the taste of spearmint. I quickly pulled away before she could fully wrap her arms around me. We will never make it out of this bathroom…
“Life is unfair, my dear. Now, let’s get you some food.” I reached down to grab the towel off the floor, placing it in her hands.
“What happened to the ravaging?” She asked with a smirk. I scooped Raven into my arms, earning a symphonic laugh, and carried her out into the living room.
“You’re going to need your strength first.”
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Chapter 11: HER POV
There was a silence between us that soothed my soul. Sylvester never hovered whenever my thoughts would have me drifting to another place. He would just work on his phone while keeping close. Occasionally, he twirled my hair between his fingers… rubbing his thumb along the curve of my neck and collarbone… Or he would keep his hand warm between my thighs like he is doing right now. I let my eyes drift around the new bulletproof SUV and the new driver. Sylvester said it is only temporary but it still feels wrong. Maxwell is the reason Greg isn’t in the driver's seat. All because of his stupid pride and jealous streak. If he really cared, then he wouldn’t have put me out on the street like I was a stray dog. A bitch who needed to be taught a lesson. It’s not the first time he’s put me out but this was the first time I didn’t come crawling back, and I know that is eating him up inside. God knows, what he will do if he finds out about the baby. When I first started dating him, he used to make promises that we would have a family. That he was the first and only man I was going to love. Too bad I never actually cared for him. At least not like I care for Sylvester…
“Hey,” Sylvester whispered. I brought my eyes to meet his concerned ones. “Are you alright? You feeling sick again?” He asked. I looked down at my hands and they were cradling my stomach. Shit… I have to stop doing that or he’s going to realize something is up.
“I’m okay. Just a little hungry,” I lied. He pulled me closer to him and I instantly felt his warmth despite the heat in the car. We have one nasty storm coming. I guess this is going to be the last one to bring in those Spring flowers.
“We’re just a few minutes away from the cabin. I made sure that the crew stocked our room with plenty of food. Even your favorite snacks,” he replied. I tilted my head up toward him as he went back to working on his phone.
“My favorite snacks?”
“Mhmm,” he said, not taking his eyes from the screen. The driver rolled down the privacy glass, informing Sylvester that we were about to pull up to the main cabin for check-in.
“How do you know what my favorite snacks are? I don’t even know what my favorite snacks are,” I laughed.
“I know a lot of things about you, Rae.” My cheeks became warm as his hand inched closer to my sex. “Does that surprise you?”
“Prove it?” I challenged. His lips curled up into a devilish grin before he turned to glance out the window.
“What do you want to know?”
“Well, you can start off by telling me what my favorite snacks are,” I giggled.
“Popcorn. Specifically, kettle corn but you like to drizzle butter on them. I often find you nibbling on apple slices and celery sticks dipped in peanut butter. And I’m pretty sure I saw you devour an entire sleeve of Oreos before bed once.” I bit the inside of my cheek. I could’ve sworn he was sleeping the night I did that.
“Favorite color?”
“Yellow.”
“My hobbies?”
“Painting and bird watching. I also caught you crocheting once or twice.”
“Favorite drink?”
“Hot? Cold? Or alcoholic?” He asked raising his brows. Cocky motherfucker. I nodded for him to name all three. “Hot tea, orange juice, Moscato… and depending on what kind of night you’ve had, sometimes you get friendly with a bottle of Patron.” My mouth fell open in disbelief. Not because I was surprised he knew all of these things but because I knew none of these things about him. I know all of his deepest darkest secrets and know absolutely nothing about his interests. He leaned down to kiss my nose before opening the door. The cold air engulfed the car, taking away all the warmth that I felt. I looked down at his hand as he reached out for mine and a chill settled in my bones. How can I say that I care for this man and I have no way to prove it? I only know the things that he told me… not the things that you take the time to find out about a person. I let my stride fall in line with Sylvester’s as we walked through the mix of rain and snow flurries. The thoughts buzzed in my head, earning a hand squeeze from Sylvester.
“I can see the smoke coming from your ears.” I went to reach for them but stopped short, realizing it was a joke. “What’s got you so worked up?” The concern in his eyes has my stomach clenching.
“I just don’t know you as well as I thought I did.” Sylvester stopped short and I bumped into his chest.
“Are you kidding? Rae, you know more about me than anyone… well other than my therapist. What brought this up?” My eyes dropped down to my feet, suddenly too shy to speak. This is so stupid… it shouldn’t be this hard to express my feelings to him… “Is this about what I said in the car?” He asked raising my chin to look up at him.
“Yes.” I’m not sure if he heard because even I had trouble hearing my own voice. Sylvester kissed the corner of my mouth before taking my face in his hands.
“We have so much time to learn the little things. We will get there,” he replied pulling me into a hug. That’s what I’m afraid of. With everything we’ve been through since we have been together, will we actually make it there? Or should I say, will Maxwell allow us to make it there?
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Tree branches whipped against the window and the dark gray clouds were rolling in fast, ready to burst. The smell of rain sat heavily in the air as I watched a few droplets of water fall from the faucet into the tub. I needed a warm bath after that conversation with Sylvester. The chill was too comfortable within my body. Once inside the cabin, I walked right over to the cabinets and saw all the snacks he mentioned earlier. I grabbed a pack of Oreos and came straight to the bathroom. Two sleeves and a few shed tears later, here we are. Soaking in the bathtub. My fingers swirled around the remaining bubbles, sending the scent of strawberries into my nostrils. A baby… a fucking baby. What am I going to do? No matter how much I try to be an adult, I’m still a kid myself with way too much-unhealed trauma. How can I take care of Sylvester and a child when I can barely take care of myself?
“Those are some pretty deep thoughts.” My eyes fluttered open and Sylvester was standing in the doorway. His normal polished attire was now replaced by navy blue sweatpants, hanging on his hips. No shirt and bare feet… the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. His hair was tussled as if he had run his fingers through it over a hundred times, along with the luxury bags under his eyes. With this baby on the way, he will never get a good night's sleep… that’s if he even wants me to keep it. My eyes roamed down the curve of his torso, taking in the details of each of his tattoos. I spot a tiny sunflower on his hip… the spot he loves to be kissed. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”
“Nothing,” I whispered sitting up in the tub. A chill rubs along my shoulders.
“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” I let my hands rest on my stomach, trying to ease the nausea away. Damn, I should’ve taken it easy with the Oreos. My breath stalls as I watch him make his way over to the tub, his feet padding across the tiled floor. “Snack conversation still bothering you?” He said with a smirk.
“No…” Sweat beaded along my forehead as I watched his hands loop around his waistband. My tongue instantly shoots out of my mouth, licking my dry lips as his erection springs from his boxers. Fuck… if I weren’t sitting in a tub of water right now, I’d be a damn puddle on the floor.
“Hey… my eyes are up here,” he chuckled. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head to regain my train of thought.
“Sorry, I was just wondering when you got that,” I said pointing at his hip. His hand brushed over the spot before he dropped his pants to his feet.
“A little surprise for you.” I brought my knees to my chest as Sylvester stepped into the tub. “I know how much you love to tease that area so why not get a little reminder of my girl there.” A warm sensation started to grow deep inside my belly. My girl…
My mouth was too dry to speak. I’m not sure why that conversation affected me so much. These are normal things asked on a first date or a dating app. But we never got that chance. Sylvester and I have known each other for over three months and have never gone on a date but have a baby on the way. How fucked up is that? Come to think of it, I’ve never been on a date…
“Rae.” I jolt to life when I feel him pulling my foot towards his body. The sensual look in his eyes has my mouth salivating. “Talk to me.” I let out a shaky sigh, shoulders shaking as I slump back against the tub. I never thought it would be this hard to open up. Things are going to change once he knows the truth.
“I don’t want to scare you away.” I keep my eyes lowered, enjoying the feel of him massaging my foot. He rolls his fingers between my toes, cracking each one as he goes.
“What makes you think that you will? I’ve opened up to you about some pretty heavy stuff and you never judged.” I hummed as his fingers wrapped around my ankle, rolling it between his hands. “You think I would do that to you?”
I don’t know… who could love someone so used? Even if they’re carrying their child.
“Rae, look at me.” My eyes meet his in response, melting when I see the look on his face. Pure vulnerability and compassion.
“I don’t want to scare you away,” I said again. He is the one positive thing in my life. If he leaves, I will shatter.
“Would it be easier if I ask the questions and you just answer?”
“Yes,” I replied, a sudden relief coming over me. He nods his head before bringing my foot to his lips and kissing the pad of my big toe.
“What is your favorite memory from your childhood?” I take in his features as I think back to when I was younger, which feels like a lifetime ago. The steam has made his hair sag down on his forehead. Those long dark lashes make the color of his eyes look as vibrant as the forest after rainfall. His lips are parted, tongue moistening them every time his line of sight drops below my neck.
“My dad took Robin and I to an aquarium once. It was a few months before his passing. I remember the look in his eye when he talked about all the jellyfish and turtles. Those were his favorites. Then he took us to get ice cream. His favorite was mint chocolate chip. I used to tell him that it tasted like toothpaste,” I smiled. I pushed a stray curl out of my face before slumping forward. “Mom kicked him out a few weeks later. Said she couldn’t take care of him anymore and that he needed to help himself. The checks just came in the mail after that… until they didn’t.”
“How did it happen?” Sylvester asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
“Not sure. Mom said he was in a hotel room for a few days before they found him. My grandmother scattered his ashes out in Chicago where he grew up.” I swished the water around, splashing some on Sylvester's chest. A cross between a smile and a frown played on his lips. Silence filled the room and my chest was starting to feel heavy. I haven’t thought about that memory in a very very long time.
“Were you popular in high school?” I let out a snort, covering my mouth quickly after.
“Not at all. I stayed to myself when I wasn’t up underneath Robin. I got called Briggs’ kid sister. We’re eight years apart. She was the popular one when she was in high school. On the cheer squad and dated the sweetest guy. He was on the track team. I think you would really like Eric. I see a lot of similarities between the two of you.”
“Is he the one helping her out?” I nod as he takes hold of my right foot now. “Can’t wait to meet him. How long have you and Ron been friends? And Nikki?” I reached over the edge of the tub, grabbing a few Oreos from the pack, earning a chuckle from Sylvester. I leaned forward and popped one into his mouth as well as my own.
“Ron and I went to high school together. Never really spoke but had a few of the same classes. We got reacquainted running through the same crowds. She worked for Maxwell but managed to get out from underneath him before I worked for him. I met Nikki at HP… she helped me out a lot. Showed me a few techniques to get through some of my shifts.” I looked up to see a reaction but his face was blank of emotion. Just giving me his full attention.
“How did you meet him?” The coldness in his tone made me shiver. I twirled the last Oreo between my fingers, losing my appetite.
“At a bachelor party. A group of us at the club were asked to dance at the event. I needed the extra money so I asked if I could tag along. We got to wear masks that night so it felt safer to go. Maxwell was the loudest one in the room… and throwing the most money so all the girls swarmed around him. I stayed with one guy most of the night because he wasn’t as handsy as the rest of them. He told me his wife would cut his balls off if he touched any of the women,” I laughed. “…Anyway, I could feel the shift in the room once he noticed me.” Sylvester nodded his head for me to keep going before pulling the Oreo from my hand. I’m sure he could sense I was getting nauseous from the conversation.
“He approached me on my way out of the party. I told him who I was… said he liked Diamond better than Raven and that he liked the innocent look I gave off. It would bring in some of the higher-paying clients who liked younger-looking girls, especially if I worked for him. At the time, I was living off someone’s couch so he offered me a job and a place to stay.” I pulled my foot from Sylvester’s grasp as his grip tightened. He quickly apologized, trying to mask his anger.
“He liked your innocence?”
“Yes…” I trailed off, looking toward the window as a tree gave it a swift smack.
“He’s more of a sick fuck than I thought.” The words dripped from his mouth like the venom from a snake.
“It was my own fault. I never asked what type of person he was… Or the type of men he surrounded himself with. I guess I got my bad judge of character from my mom.”
“What makes you say that?” My body shivered and I inched forward to Sylvester. Relief surged through me as he pulled me toward him. I placed my back against his chest as his arms came around me, resting on my stomach.
“She was way too trusting. Did for everyone but then no one helped her. The only good man she had was my father. He may have had his demons but he never laid a finger on her. He loved us… but we all knew his first love was the bottle.” I let my fingers trace along the hair on his forearm. I’ll have to ask him what L’amour n’est pas un choix means.
“That must have been a tough time for you guys.” I let my head fall back against his chest enjoying the feel of his skin on mine. His fingers brushed up and down the sides of my stomach, tracing shapes along the way. He’s starting to make me hot… and needy.
“It was harder on them than it was on me. I loved my father but Robin was my favorite. She always went out of her way to check on me when my parents forgot to. But she took it really hard. I feel like that’s when we started to drift apart. Eric was going to the Navy so she stayed with him as much as she could. I was alone most of the time. Painting reminded me of him so I had a sense of peace. Plus, I was still young. I never understood why my mom took it so hard since she was the one to kick him out. Maybe it was the guilt.”
“Could’ve been… I’m sure she still loved him and had you girls as a reminder of how much she cared.” A moan escaped my lips as his fingers brushed my shoulders and went into my hair, massaging my scalp. I definitely need his touch for the turn this conversation is about to take.
“Yeah well, she had a hard way of showing it. Everything started to change once she started dating again. That woman smoked anything she could get her hands on… took pills too. I’m pretty sure that’s why her health is the way that it is now… you know all the shit with her heart.”
“Mmm, you didn’t get along with your mom very much did you?” Sylvester asked. I relaxed as his fingertips brushed along my shoulders, giving me the courage, I needed to go on. The anger I have for my mother is still so fresh and I don’t know how to look past everything she’s put Robin and I through. She never even tried to repair anything between us… like we were the burdens in her life after Dad died. The only reason I helped take care of her was so that all the debt wouldn’t go on Robin’s head.
“No. We had our moments where things were good. She’d take us bird watching or let us come to the diner when nights were slow but other than that, we didn’t really speak… well she didn’t speak to me at least.”
“That must have been pretty lonely,” he whispered, kissing behind my ear. I closed my eyes, trying to shake off the heat that was rising in my cheeks.
“I had Robin when she was home. Plus, one of my mom’s so-called friends was always there to babysit. I can’t tell you how many times one of those drunk idiots thought my room was my mom's. Looking back on it, they probably just wanted to be in there with me.” My mouth was so dry that it was hard to swallow. Sylvester’s embrace eased the tension in my shoulders.
“Take your time.”
“I tried to stay with Robin as much as I could because she would keep her bedroom door locked. Then one of them, I think his name was Brian, suggested that Robin get a job since mom needed help around the house. They would loan my mom money whenever she asked but told her that they couldn’t give her money to support all of us. I hated Saturdays and Sundays as a kid because I had to stay home while they worked. I was twelve at the time and my mom didn’t want to get in trouble leaving me by myself.”
“One of her guy friends stayed with you?” I nodded and he squeezed my arms. The room fell silent as the memories slowly came back. She had so many friends… Ones who were so mean and angry with me all the time. That crawl space became my sanctuary. I closed my eyes as Sylvester massaged up my back with his thumbs, soft then firm circles along my spine.
“I remember the glances and lingering touches but only one guy went further than that. H-H-His name was Andre. Big, ugly bald guy with rough hands. He always smelled like cigarettes and meat. He would scarf down like two bags of Jerky when he would stay over. I remember he used to shave his head over the kitchen sink and then make Robin wash all the hair and shaving cream off the dishes. I tried to steer clear of him but he’d always show up while mom was at work and she said to let him in. It started out with… him just asking me to come sit on his lap…” I bowed my head, afraid to open my mouth. Like speaking about him would make him appear again. I can see that monster perfectly in my mind.
“You don’t have to talk about this if you’re not ready, Rae.”
“I do. I want to tell you… I have to tell you. I just need a minute,” I said bringing my knees to my chest. I hugged them so tightly against me that it hurt to inhale. He’s still a part of my nightmares. I know Sylvester has seen the night sweats and heard the panic attacks, he’s just never asked me about them. I took a deep breath enjoying the warmth of his hands on my back. His hands did not move but were letting me know that he was there for me. My throat burned from the sob I was holding in. Get it out, then you can cry.
“The first time… the first time it happened, he made Robin go to the store for him and wouldn’t let me go with her. She knew what was going to happen because I was sure he had already done the same thing to her. The look in her eyes as she was walking out that door… I will never forget it. Like she knew I was never going to be the same ever again. He took me into my mom’s room and told me to do as I was told. Be a good girl…” I let the tears finally fall and my body trembled violently. Then a gut-wrenching sob ripped through me and I buried my face in my knees. Sylvester’s arms engulfed me like a warm blanket but I couldn’t get the tears to stop. His kisses along my shoulders and condolences weren’t enough to heal the frightened girl inside but they helped. It shouldn’t be him that I’m hearing this from. It should have been my mother.
“Did your mother know?” He asked. I used the back of my hand to wipe my tears away, finally able to catch my breath.
“Robin told her but there’s not much you can say to a man that pays your bills and touches your daughters. There was a crawl space underneath the house that I’d go to when school was over. We would hide there until Mom came home from work.”
“How long did this go on for?” The temperature in the room was warmer than before and I couldn’t bring myself to look back at Sylvester. I'm not ready to see the change in his eyes.
“Four or five months. It happened less once we found our crawl space. Then his job transferred him and he moved away. I overheard a conversation between him and my mom the night before he left. The bastard wanted her to come with him… but he didn’t want to take me and Robin. She wanted to say yes but my grandma was too old to take care of us and she didn’t have any other family.”
“Jesus…”
“I never told Robin. I’m sure she would have taken care of me on her own since she was old enough but what twenty-year-old wants that kind of life.” I exhaled, feeling some semblance of relief for finally opening up to Sylvester. “There’s a lot more fucked up shit that happened in my life but I think that’s all I can handle for tonight,” I replied. Sylvester cupped my chin, turned my head toward him, and leaned in for a kiss. I gripped his arms, allowing him to deepen the kiss. It was a reassuring hug to my soul. A few tears escaped my eyes as he pulled away, looking at me. Lord, this man is going to make me crumble. No one has ever looked at me with so much intensity before; its pain mixed with admiration.
“Thank you for being comfortable enough to share your story with me. I can’t even imagine how hard that was to talk about, let alone go through. You are such a strong beautiful woman,” he whispered. I placed my forehead against his as the butterflies swarmed through my stomach. He opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but the silence was broken by the ringing of his cell phone.
He sighed. “Guess our time is up.” I raised my eyebrows. “I came in here before to tell you that your sister was calling and wanted to speak to you. I told her to call back around seven.”
“Oh,” I replied. I would’ve texted but I have no phone. Again.
“Besides I think we need to get something in your stomach other than Oreos. I can make you something,” he said pulling me up.
“You’re cooking? I didn’t think you knew how to cook,” I said. He grabbed my towel off the rack, wrapping it around me.
“I know how to boil water and open cans. It shouldn’t be too hard to make something,” he joked. Oh boy, I’m definitely going to be in the bathroom the rest of the night if he’s making dinner.