Page 44 of The Blue Rose
One after the other, we step into the shower. I watch as the blood drips down the contours of her body, her eyes closed as she runs her fingers through her hair. I grab her, spinning her around, and press my cock in her waiting cunt. I bend her over, taking her once again, until we’re both drained and satisfied.
Our limbs feel like jelly as we dry off and wrap ourselves in towels. Stepping out of the bathroom, she walks to her closet, and grabs an oversized t-shirt for herself and me.
“Sorry, this is all I have,” she says, handing it to me.
“It’s okay, it’ll work for tonight.” The shirt is a Slipknot concert tee. She has good taste in music.I'll have to ask her about it later.I slip the tee over my head, it fits tight, enhancing the muscles underneath and making my biceps bulge. The shirt she chose for herself sits like a dress on her 5’2 frame, making her look delectable.
“Good.” She grabs my hand and pulls me into the bed, laying her head on my chest as she settles in my arms. She looks up at me, a question in her eyes.
I smile at her. “Is there something you want to ask me?” She nods her head.
“Okay.”Here we go.She’s probably going to ask about how I came to own the number one haunted house in the country.
“Why Graves? Why haunted houses?” she asks with such curious eyes, biting her lip, and I find myself wanting to tell her a little bit about my story. I never want to talk to or get close to anyone, unless absolutely needed. Not even my little lambs get to know me, they know the mask I put on and the killer who ends them. Serena, I want her to know it all, and that thought scares me.
I hum, realizing I was right. “The inheritance I told you about from my parents death...” She’s quiet, not saying sorry for my loss like people usually say once they hear my parents are dead. I am grateful, I can’t handle the meaningless platitudes and the looks that come after. “Well, I used a small portion of it to create Graves.” I pause, memories flashing through my mind as I think of how much I’m willing to tell the woman in my eyes. “When I was younger, my mother and I would watch scary movies. All of them.” I smile. “The good ones, and the bad ones, every Friday night, that was our thing. I came to love scary movies, and learned a lot from them.”
She remains silent, staring up with more care than I’m used to, taking it all in.
“Every Halloween, she would make my costume, fashioning hers and my fathers after whatever I chose. After they passed, I wanted to remember them in the best way I could. Bringing our love for horror to everyone, made sense to me. I knew they’d love it, so every year I create the most realistic haunted houses I can, each one different and new from the previous year. It’s thereason tickets sell out as soon as they drop, people love to be scared, they’re eager for it, and I love being the reason for their fear.”
“Wow.” she breathes, both of us falling into a comfortable silence.
“Well, now I know the mystery behind Graves. I wonder how much media outlets would give me if I tell them the inside scoop about the owner of Graves.”
“Oh, really now?” I tickle her, forcing her under me until she begs me to stop,
“I’m about to pee! I can't take it anymore.” I stop tickling her, laughing as I watch her waddle across the room.
When she comes back, she lays in my arms again, and looks up at me. “Aster, I want you to know I would never tell anyone any of your secrets.”
I kiss her forehead, holding her close, we fall asleep in each other's arms. For some reason, I believe her. I believe she would never tell anyone any of my secrets.
I’m safe with her.
SIXTEEN
SERENA
Turning over with the intention to spoon Aster, I’m jolted awake when I pat the space around me and find him gone.Where did he go?
Slowly, I sit up, rubbing my eyes and hoarsely calling out his name. Silence greets me. I clear my throat and try again, but still nothing. Just silence. I get out of bed and start walking around the house looking for him, coming up empty.
Surely, he wouldn’t leave in the middle of the night, without letting me know. After the night we had, the blood we spilled, the secrets we shared, he wouldn’t just leave. He promised me he wouldn’t ghost me again. He’d be stupid to do that to me a second time, especially since I know one of his secrets. He has other secrets, I know with the mask he tries to put on, but slowly both of our masks are slipping for each other.
I wouldn’t dare dream of ever revealing his identity to anyone, but a woman's scorn can make even the most sane, conduct vengeful acts.
Going back to my room, I grab my phone, expecting to see a text from him, saying where he went. He’s always been good about letting me know when something’s come up, I’m suretoday is no different. My heart falls, seeing it’s a text from Jessica instead.
Jessica
Hey babe, I forgot I had previous plans today, so I can’t help out at the market, Sorry. Promise I’ll make it up to you
Scratching my head, confused, I purse my lips, looking up, thinking about what she means.
Fuck
I go to the calendar on my phone and sure as shit in bold it says ‘Flea Market Day.’ Looking at the time, I let out a breath of relief.I still have two hours until I have to set up, and three before it opens.
