Page 96 of Lovers Fate

What does he want with me? I thanked him for the food. It was nice. Normal even. Maybe he was feeling guilty? I didn’t think he was going to follow through with his offer to see me later. It’s why I got ready for work instead of looking out the peep hole every few minutes. I’ve heard of guys telling girls they’ll call them just to be nice when they really aren’t going to call.

I have no idea where we are headed. I just know it’s not to the club or out of town. My palms begin to sweat when the bright lights of the carnival come into view like a giant spotlight in the night sky. This is the last place I thought he would take me but then I remember he’s been trying to convince me to attend his show.

It must really want me to see him perform. I don’t know if I should protest or go along with it. It’s not that I don’t want to see the Circus of Freaks perform, it’s what it would mean if I did. What would happen next?” Will he tell me to fuck off? Will I like it? Will I ever see him again?

My thoughts hit pause when he pulls into a road where a security guard is manning a gate. He doesn’t have to pull the window down. One look at the car from the burly man with a black winter jacket that read Security is all that is needed to have the gate sliding open.

“You want me to see your show,” I state the obvious.

“Yes, it would mean a lot to me if you did.”

“Why?”

“It’s only fair. I got to see you perform.”

“That’s not the same thing. It’s not something I like to do. I mean, not like that.”

“How would you then?’

“What? Like to perform?” I shrug. “I’m not sure. I’ve never thought about it. It was the only place hiring when I got out. It beats the park bench.”

He parks in front of a huge trailer reminding me of a tour bus celebrities use to travel from city to city. It’s black and magnificent. I bet he has everything he needs inside. There are four others just like it parked behind one another.

“Would you like something to drink? I have plenty of options inside.”

I nod before getting out. “Sure.”

I am thirsty. I haven’t gotten around to go grocery shopping. I had to tackle the green goblin for a refrigerator in my apartment first before risking putting anything inside.

I follow him inside the trailer and I know it belongs to him because the scent of his cologne is stronger. He takes a few steps to a fridge, opens the door and pulls out different sodas, juice, water, and wine.

“I also got beer if you prefer.”

“Water is good.” I need to keep my head on straight around him and I could always show up late to work after his show. I doubt it goes on all night. I can still squeeze a few dances in and make a few bucks.

I look around the space. It’s nice. Modern. Warm from the heating system. There is a bed in the back with a fluffy white comforter and one of the clown plushies sitting on top with red and white striped legs. A wide grin staring at me like this is where all the fun happens.

There is a couch across a decent sized flat TV. You can see the entire park with all the surveillance that is on the screen. Different windows showcase every inch of the park. The squares flicking in and out from every camera. There are even ones inside the houses. It reminds me that he could have been watching me and Rose the other night.

“You can see everything, huh.”

He glances at the screen after shutting the door to the fridge. A can of Coke in his hand. “Pretty much. I have to know what goes on and when.”

“Is that how you knew where to find me when I showed up?”

He gives me a dark grin. “I have people for that.”

I raise my brows. “So what? People call you if I set foot on fairgrounds.”

He smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes causing me to sweat. “Something like that.”

I open the bottle of water, squeezing the cap in my fist letting it dig in my skin as I take a sip letting the cool water slide down my dry throat. I’m not sure if I should be nervous, scared. I’m not sure of anything when it comes to Draco. All I know is that he makes me feel things I shouldn’t feel. Things that don’t make sense. He awakens something inside that has been with me all along. Something inside I have has since I was born. Like it was waiting for it to be awaken. I told myself the fortune teller was full of shit but I’m not sure of anything anymore because when I am with him, I feel safe. I feel want. Need. Lust. A deep want for something I can’t place but want desperately.

I’m taking to a special VIP seating area. The tent is packed with people eager for the show to begin. The tent is air-conditioned.

Girls are dressed in sexy costumes walking around with trays of shots in tubes. People are buying, taking them back.Laughing. You see the glittering excitement under the colorful lights all around.

There are five rows in stadium styled seated expertly placed around the stage. There is a catwalk like a runway show. Harnesses dangling from above secured by metal bars. Music is pumping through invisible speakers. Anticipation is clawing in my gut to see him in all his glory. I’m almost positive he will be magnificent. I’m sure I’ll see Dahlia. I’m not sure what I’ll feel. Jealousy? Nothing? I haven’t seen the others. I’m not sure what to expect but so far, this is nothing I expected it to be. You can feel the excitement floating in the air.

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