Page 8 of Haunting Phantom
Phantom reaches for a half empty bottle of beer, ready to chug the stale liquid down, but before he can, Drac takes it away. “You need to stop drinking, Phantom. It’s only making things worse.”
“I know, Prez, but it’s the only thing that helps erase my mind of her.”
Drac looks at the bottle, sighs, and hands it back to him. “You need to find a better vice.”
“Well, if you can figure out a better one for me, let me know.” Blake downs the liquid and grimaces. “Yuck, I think this one had a cigarette butt in it.” He starts coughing before dropping the bottle to the floor. “I just wish I could turn back the clock and relive that day again, Drac. Maybe I could’ve saved her?”
Drac frowns. “I wish I had a time machine that could help you do that, but I don’t. Anyway, shower and clean up this shit. We got Church in three hours.”
“What’s going on?”
“I’ll let you know with everyone else.”
“Okay, Prez, I got you.”
“We’re worried about you, Phantom. All of us. What’s going on with you isn’t healthy.”
“I know, Prez. I fucking know. I wish she would just leave me alone.”
Oh, hell no! He can’t fucking wish that!The bottle that Phantom just drank from, clinks against another on the floor before shooting up and shattering against the wall, inches from Drac’s head.It’s his fault that Phantom’s thinking this way.
“Good morning to you too, Eve. Your ethereal, psychotic bitch is showing.”
Another bottle flies at his head, and this time it barely misses his right shoulder.Fuck, why is my aim so off?
“I’m gonna go,” Drac mumbles. “Seems like she’s pissed off at me today.”
“You’re damn right I’m fucking pissed off. You’re putting thoughts and ideas into my man’s head. Ideas that could potentially ruin everything. Get the fuck out of here and don’t come back!”I scream at him.
“She’s always pissed off,” Phantom mumbles. “Always.”
Drac leaves the room, and the second he’s gone, my anger subsides, and I’m kneeling in front of Phantom, wishing I could hold his hands and force him to look at me.“Baby, don’t listen to a word he says. You and I are meant to be. Everyone knows it. I just need you to know it too.”
But this time, Blake doesn’t answer me. He just begrudgingly disappears behind the bathroom door, the shower turning on seconds after.
Sweet! My favorite time of the day. Shower time!Skipping, I chase him into the bathroom, ready for his next show.
Chapter Five
Church is always too fucking crowded. All these sweaty men sitting around a table, chatting about club business, makes me want to pluck out my eyeballs. It’s always money this… money that. Do they ever talk about anything else? I mean, seriously, I get that they have all these businesses they run, some legit, some not so much, but they could talk about something more interesting. Where’s the drama? Where’s the fucking action?
I lazily lay across their table. The seven club royalty, or whatever the fuck they call themselves, are sitting around me, staring at my body with hungry eyes. A few of the members are posted up against the walls, but the prospects and a couple of lower members are hanging around the clubhouse somewhere.
Their eyes can’t look away, and I’m sure every single one of them is undressing me with their minds, keeping it from Phantom so he doesn’t know.
Drac’s standing at the head of the table with a tiny little gavel in his hand. From this angle, he almost looks sexy. The number of times I’ve pictured myself fucking that man is insane. But then his new wifey had to show up and change him. He’snot as hard and forbidden now, which takes all the fun out of it. I half thought about making Phantom jealous by fucking my way through his brothers, starting with Drac, but back before Krueger died, women were treated with respect. They didn’t sleep around as much. I guess after Ghost Pappy died, things got a little wild around the club, and the rules severely changed. There were a couple of times I thought I’d be forced to do things with members, but Phantom always stepped in and prevented that from happening, no matter where we stood in our relationship.
The toxicity of our torrent love affair was enough to light Chernobyl for weeks. If Phantom and I weren’t fighting, we were fucking, playing a dangerous game of‘Will they, won’t they?’for most of our life. Jealousy fueled our desire. Neither of us wanted the other to be touched by someone else, but never got serious enough to lay claim. He played… I played… it was supposed to be a fun little game, only it made us both a bit crazy. Me more so than him.
It's why I made a few mistakes I can’t take back. Like fucking Creeper after getting pissed off at Phantom, and trying to make him mad. If Phantom fucked like a madman, then Creeper fucked like a goddamn criminal. The sex was explosive… animalistic… the kind of sex that leaves you breathless and questioning your morals. The man truly knew how to make a girl get off. To say I was impressed was an understatement. But I was still fucked up after Damien’s death, and Phantom really couldn’t understand why. He got angry with me and pushed me away, and I found solace in someone else’s arms… a man that quickly shot to my top two fucks of all time.
Hey, wait a damn minute… didn’t Damien say that some guys weren’t as good in the bedroom as they seemed?
My head shoots up to look at the devil in the corner, who’s smiling so fucking smugly I want to slap it off his goddamn face.
“Thinking about me again, Dollface?”
“You wish, asshole.”
