Page 93 of Lovers Fate

There’s a knock on the door.

After looking through the peep hole, I open the door and see a single rose on the rug Rose gifted me as a housewarming gift.

Looking down the empty hallway, I don’t see anything except a huge dick graffitied on the wall and the bottom that reads.

SIZE MATTERS UNTIL SHE SCREAMS.

I close the door and bring my nose to the soft red petals and smile.

There’s another knock on the door, I look again to see but there is no one. I open the door and this time, there’s a clown sitting on the mat.

I smile and pick up the stuffed clown wearing a shirt that reads.

CLOWNS MAKE ME SCREAM.

My cheeks heat remembering all the ways he did make me scream. I bring the plushie to my nose and breathe it in and there it is. A hint of his smell. Manly. Exotic. Him.

After picking up and taking a shower. I head down to the first floor bypassing the elevator that looks like a death trap when the door opens, the flickering light overhead in warning.

Once I reach the first floor and turn the corner, a car is waiting. A blacked-out sedan that screams luxury. The driver’s side opens, a man in a suit gets out and opens the back passenger door.

“He’s waiting,” the driver says.

He could only mean, Draco.

I glance at the sleek lines of the car so out of place in the parking lot of my shitty apartment building.

Once inside the luxury car, I take in the neon glow of the lights to the man currently staring straight ahead despite the sunlight. The glow of the lights illuminating his white skin highlighting the lines of the tattoos on his hands and neck.

“Why are you here?” I ask right before the driver gets in.

“Because…I wanted to see you.”

“You saw me last night.”

“That’s not enough, Athena.” He places his hand on his knee. He is so tall, he’s knees touch the back of the chair.

“I didn’t know you had a driver.” I look around at the opulence of the car only the super-rich could afford. “But then again, there are a lot of things I don’t know about you.”

Like the fact that he’s romantic in a weird sort of way. The rose, the letters, the surprises, and the plushie. All given with purpose.

“It will come. In time.”

I don’t know what that even means or why he’s here. He followed me and there’s a weird excitement that buzzes in my veins knowing he did. It makes me feel safe, scared, and excited all at the same time despite how angry I still am for the way he treated me.

He did apologize but that doesn’t make the hurt sting any less. Because it’s there, lingering like a stain that won’t go away.

“What do you want?”

“I think you know,” he says.

I don’t but that doesn’t matter right with the way he’s looking at me right now. It’s dark and intense but my walls are up. Trust is something I can’t give him. But my body is another matter entirely. That’s a part of me I’m sure that wants it to happen again. Should I feel safe sharing that part of me with him? Debatable. But who else could I do it with? Once anyone finds out the truth it would be all over. But him? He’s unhinged enough to overlook it. It’s the one thing we share. Something no one else has. A sinister secret. Maybe it’s why I try to convince myself every time not to tell to go fuck himself and get lost.

Then something cold slices through my veins. My admission last night that I needed to work and that he would think I would sell my body for money.

“If it’s sex, I’ll have you know I’m not like the other girls from the club. I don’t fuck men for money. Never have and never will.”

I leave the part out that I haven’t exactly had sex with anyone but he doesn’t need to know because that’s one thing I would have to trust him enough to go that far. Unless that’s all he wants. If that’s the case he can let me out right now.

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