Page 13 of Baratta's Darkness

Surprisingly, she doesn’t argue which is so unlike her but she’s probably tired. I can hear her in the kitchen as she starts opening up the fridge. Taking my knife from my boot, I flip it open, slicing the tape that is holding the box closed.

Inside there is a picture. Only this one is not just of Fiona. In this picture I’m standing next to her looking off into the crowd as she looks up at me with a thoughtful expression. They took a black sharpie trying to scratch out my image and wrote MINE in bold letters all around her.

“So another one then?” Fiona asks as I walk in shutting the door. She walks over, taking the box from me and looking inside.

“Who the hell could be doing this?” She whispers as if to herself. Shaking her head, she drops it back into the box before grabbing a bowl of popcorn.

“Thought you were going to eat some real food instead of junk? And where are you going?” I ask, watching her walk down the hall.

“My bedroom is the only room with a TV if you haven’t noticed. So if you are going to watch a movie with me, it’ll have to be in there. And popcorn is real food.” She smiles before disappearing into the bedroom on the left.

Watch a movie with her in her bedroom? Where there happens to be a bed? Oh fuck me. I think to myself then Yes Please.

Chapter 3

Fiona

I wake up feeling arms wrapped around me and immediately know who it is. I was expecting to wake up alone again just like the last time we were together, although nothing happened between us last night. I’m pretty sure I fell fast asleep the first thirty minutes into the movie.

Moving slightly, I can feel his hard body at my back. I certainly do not miss the even harder erection that is straining through his clothes at my ass. Unable to resist, I press my ass back into him as I slowly move my hips to rub his length.

“Fi.” I hear him growl as his hand grabs my side. At first I think he is going to stop me but instead, he pushes even harder into my ass and I can’t help but moan.

His hand slides up my side to cup my breast. He gently squeezes then his fingers move to my nipple pinching the already hard nub. I turn over facing him and push his hand away. I have to know the truth before this goes any further.

Sitting up, I adjust myself making sure no skin is exposed. He gives me a confused look but seems to know I am about to say something. Taking a few breaths, I just let it out.

“Why did you leave me?”

“What do you mean, why did I leave? I didn’t leave.”

“Yes you did, I woke up in New Orleans and you were gone. I almost missed my flight to Seattle and you were gone.”

He reaches up to wipe away a tear that I didn’t even know was there. “Fi, Fiona I didn’t leave you. I went to get coffee. When I got back you were gone.”

He continues, “I tried to find you. I only had your first name andknew that you were an artist. I didn’t even know where you called home. Imagine my surprise when you walked into the Wolfsbane Ridge clubhouse after two years.”

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