Chapter 1
Chapter One
Kieran
N oah thought it would be fun to watch a movie in bed tonight, since our last date was a concert four months ago.
So, we decided to change that tonight, he doesn’t have work tomorrow and I haven’t worked in a couple years. Noah always said I didn’t have to work if I didn’t want to, because he’s a tech guy and makes decent money, so when my boss decided I should earn my money by doing him in the break room, I walked out. I didn’t want to just sit at home and do nothing, so I volunteered at the local animal shelter.
“Ma’am, are you still there?” The lady from Gio’s pizzeria asks.
I jump from the sudden sound coming through my phone. “Oh, yes, sorry, I’m here.”
“The meat lovers you ordered will be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Thank you.”
“Kieran, baby, what do you wanna watch?” Noah yells from our bedroom.
“Something scary,” I call back.
After heading to the kitchen and grabbing us some glasses, I pour us some wine we’ve had sitting in the fridge. A knock sounds at the door, which must be the pizza arriving. I grab my purse and get out some money. When I am back in the kitchen, the pizza guy— I look at his name tag— Carl is leaning against the counter on his phone, looking bored. I stand in front of him and clear my throat. His storm gray eyes look up and lock on mine, a slight smirk on his face that takes my breath away. Immediately, guilt rushes through me–I shouldn’t be looking at any man other than Noah, no matter how chiseled his jaw is, or that he looks at me with an intensity that makes me want to drop to my knees and do just about anything he asks. His strong hands twitch, and I imagine them around my throat before banishing the thought to the darkest depths of my mind. I never would have thought a hand could be a turn on. Shit. I’m a horrible person.
I love Noah. And that’s enough.
Shaking away the feelings he stirs inside me, praying he doesn’t notice the way I was looking at him, I hand him the money, refusing to meet his eye. “Keep the change” I rasp.
Carl nods his head and exits the apartment. I gather up the wine, the glasses, and the pizza, carrying them to the bedroom where Noah waits, still off center from the handsome delivery guy. While I set the drinks and the wine on the nightstand beside him, he reaches over and grabs the pizza.
“Man, this pizza smells delicious,” he moans out. Smiling, I climb over Noah on the bed and get comfy. I hold my hand out for a glass of wine and he obliges. He takes a big mouthful from his at the same time I chug mine. I do a happy little wiggle, because, well… I’m happy–the man I love, a movie, pizza, and a glass of red wine. What else could I ask for? I ask myself, ignoring the quiet voice in the back of my mind that reminded me I’d just ogled the pizza guy. Grabbing the bottle, I refill my glass, setting it on my table. I burrow into Noah’s side and watch the movie he chose.
As Halloween starts to play, I glance up at Noah through my lashes. What would he say if he knew about how turned on I was by the idea of a masked stranger fucking me?? What would he think if he knew someone broke into the apartment, and not only drugged me, but fucked me too? I basically cheated on him. The person did drug me, but I also haven’t done anything about it. I’m not even scared now and in the moment the fear is what turned me on.
I think about that night often–his big cock, the way he covered my entire body, making me feel small and delicate, how I felt what he did to me for days after He haunts my dreams, then I wake up and have sex with Noah, drowning in guilt for using him to get me off after fantasizing about someone else.
Noah kisses me on my head as we continue to watch the movie, unaware of the turmoil in my head.
When a particularly scary part comes on and I jump, I feel myself growing damp. I’ve always been turned on when I was scared. When I admitted that to my high school boyfriend, at fifteen, he was so disgusted by it, he broke up with me and told the whole school I needed to be locked up. Ten years later, the humiliation and shame haven’t gone away.
My eyes start to grow heavy. Just before they close, I see the shape of a man at the foot of the bed, wearing the same mask as the man who drugged and fucked me. Noah’s hand is on my leg, heavy, as if he’s feeling the same sleepiness. My eyes close and I feel something being tied around my wrists. Then it all goes dark.
I awake to the sound of a door closing. My head aches, like someone is taking a hammer to it. Hands are on my arm, helping me sit up. They are warm, but the finger tips are rough. They feel familiar, calloused, like they are used a lot. I look up into gray eyes. Wait…I remember those eyes! I jerk my arm back, scooting up the bed.
“Where am I?” I ask on a shaky breath.
“At my safe house,” Carl the distressingly hot pizza guy replies. “Don’t worry.”
What the fuck does he mean ‘don’t worry’? I’m definitely worried. This motherfucker kidnapped me. I’m alone in this room with a crazy person!
“Where is Noah?” I question.
“He’s around,” he replies vaguely, tossing a small box at me. “Take this.” It’s a command, not a request, but I ignore him anyway.
“What do you mean, he’s around?” I yell.
Before I can ask anything else, he exits the room, I hear the lock click into place from the outside. Finally, I look around the room, trying to see if there is any way out. I see another door across from the bed, so climbing out of bed, I make my way towards the door. Opening it, I see a full bathroom. Turning back around, my eyes catch on a window on the far-right wall. When I pull back the curtain, the window is barred up.
“FUCK!” I yell into the dark. I cross the room and pick up the small box he threw at me, examining it, shocked when I realize what it is. Why would I need a pregnancy test? I’ve been on birth control since I started having sex.
Some people don’t deserve to have kids, and with my parents being the way they are, I don’t think I would make a very good mother. I never wanted kids, and Noah’s never pushed me to have kids. He even wears condoms when we have sex for extra protection. There’s absolutely no chance that I can be pregnant. Wait…
I scream. The masked man. FUCK.