Page 28 of A Dark Duet

I sit on the stool on the island and give it some thought. “Maybe you’re right. I can’t get caught up right now. I need to train. I have the gym and the program for the kids. We will catch up with them when things cool off. Give her some time.”

Trying to sound convincing, we both know that it’s going to take a little more than that, but I am not ready to open myself up and explain. We don’t even know each other that well, just on an intimate level. The one thing I know about Giselle is that she tastes like heaven.

I have to concentrate on my next fight and the one after. I have never not used a condom, and she is the first whom I didn’t think about using one. She was so soft and tight, her pussy wet, I lost my mind needing to come inside her, claiming her, making her mine.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how tight her pussy was, milking my cock in the morning, and I couldn’t wait to see her in the lingerie at the store. I wanted to buy all the lingerie in the entire store just to see her in it, with her perfect body. I knew when I slid my finger into her folds she would be soaked and ready for me. Almost taking her right there, not caring if everyone heard her cries when I filled her, making her come.

The event went well except for the questions everyone was asking about her. Who was she? Where did we meet? She answered better than I could have imagined, and they tempted me to tell them she was my girlfriend, but I knew it would be wrong to lie and didn’t know how she would feel. I could see myself with someone like her, genuine, and caring.

I hurt her, and maybe it’s for the best she isn’t with someone like me. She is better off with someone who doesn’t hide from her or keep her at a distance. I decide to tell Jaden that it’s best to leave it alone.

I turn on the TV and see the entertainment news. Of course, there is a report of me with her and a picture of us at the event with Jaden and Brie in the background. The reporter is wondering if I’m in a relationship with a mystery girl no one knows. That she is beautiful and must be a model clad in head-to-toe Chanel. She really looks beautiful in that dress on my arm. All night I had to stomach men looking at her beautiful, toned legs with hungry lust in their eyes. I almost punched one asshole ogling her while she sat at the table and was adjusting herself. When I gave him a hard stare, he nervously looked away, knowing I was going to punch him the fuck out for looking at my girl.

I keep telling myself she isn’t my girl. She must think I don’t want her, and with the way I treated her, I couldn’t blame her if she never wanted to see my face again. I’m so fucked with my emotions all over the place…

I get a text later after my workout in my home gym after Jaden left for his house. I get anxious when I see it’s from her, my heart pounding heavily in my chest when I open the attachment that was sent.

My insides turn cold, making me feel like a total piece of shit. In my face is a doctor’s test result that shows Giselle Monroe with all her information from a town clinic, and negative test results from every STD test you can take.

My stomach sinks as I scroll to the next page and see she took a morning-after pill and the medications they gave her to kill any possibility that she could have fallen pregnant with my baby. I close my eyes, hating myself for what I did to her, the words I can’t take back, the hurt I have caused her, crushing the most beautiful moment she gave me.

I unleash my fury on the punching bag until my knuckles are raw and bleeding and it still isn’t enough.

The following night, I can’t sleep. The nightmares are worse than they have ever been. This time a voice says they are going to get her and make her pay. I wake up swinging like a fucking psycho, screaming.

Giselle

Isent the text with the proof he requested. He can see that I was never on the pill, but so what? I took every precaution to make sure I wouldn’t fall pregnant with a baby he wouldn’t want, covering every base I could at the clinic. I need to make up the money I spent as the flight and clinic set me back from my goal.

The money I have saved so far, I can eventually save enough to open a dance studio to teach kids to dance and perform ballet. I receive a call from the girls at Juilliard who told me to come to New York and they can get me in the dance company, but I can’t leave Brie here on her own.

New York is a big place, and it’s expensive to live. Dean wants to visit, to see where I am dancing, not judging, but has heard of it through social media. He wants to record one of my dances since he never got around to sending me my last piece before my parents died.

During everything, I totally forgot about it. I worked hard on that piece, but it payed off, earning me enough credits to graduate. I can’t wait to see what Dean did with it. He graduated wanting to be a composer, but he is also very good at editing.

Brie and I never made it to the football game we had tickets for, I mention it to her in case Jason comes by the club. I told him we would go, but we were caught up with Nate and Jaden and totally forgot.

It is Tuesday and the beginning of fall is in the air, with cooler temperatures that are nice when taking a walk outside. Brie and I are working at the diner when Jason and Jace come in and sit at a booth. I walk up to them to take their order, hoping the encounter goes smoothly.

“What can I get you, boys?”

Jason looks at me with his soft-green eyes and it reminds me of a long time ago when we were under that tree. I get the same vibe from him that doesn’t make me melt, and I sense it’s more than friendly.

“I would like you to honor your promise to me and come see me play.” Thinking hard about it, I really shouldn’t have accepted the invitation.

I’m about to turn him down when Brie walks up, looking from the TV, and says, “She accepts.”

I look at her like she has lost her mind, when from the corner of my eye, I see Nate from his recent fight in all his glory grabbing a marker from a blonde with her breasts spilling out from her bra, while he circles her waist and she whispers in his ear, he signs his name giving her a personal autograph over her left breast. The hurt I feel is gut wrenching and my throat constricts to see it on national television. It’s plain as day. Almost a month has gone by, and he is obviously back to his old self.

He hasn’t called me since I sent him the results from the clinic or come to see me at the club. I didn’t expect to hear from him and I understand when someone doesn’t want me. I am lost in my thoughts when I look at Jason, who is waiting for me to respond.

“Okay, I will honor my word and go to one of your games.”

His eyes light up. “Really? Are you sure, Giselle? If you really don’t want to, I understand,” he says.

Jason is a really handsome guy, he just isn’t Nate. Nate is a bad boy with a hot body. He made me feel things. But he also treated me worse than a fifty-dollar high school bet on a kiss from a girl.

“I will go, but as friends.”

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