Chapter Seventeen
Wyatt
It’s been two weeks since I visited Blair at her job. Pitbull was going ravenous, more packages were being stolen and one of our guys was murdered and shipped back to us, just like the girl on the slab. No face, fingers, teeth, nothing. The only way we knew it was him was the tattoo they left. It’s our symbol, a snake wrapped around the arm with a diamond in its mouth. After we went and collected our dues from the shops nearby, we made our way out here and have been here ever since. I’m not worried about Blair, since I have access to her car, house, and her job. I know where she is at all times, and I can see her whenever I want. But damn I miss touching her.
I watched her fight with herself about her feelings toward what took place at her job. I’m sure it’s eating her up knowing she begged me to come while calling me master and Kade fucking her mouth. Just thinking about it makes my dick hard. Kade’s my brother and sharing with him doesn’t ignite the jealousy I feel when someone else touches her. We have an understanding; we play when the other says it’s ok and that’s all it is. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside her wet cunt and fuck her until she passes out, then wake her up and do it again .
She started playing with herself when I heard her say master. It caught me off guard, so much so, that I started choking on the damn bagel I was eating. I hear her curse under her breath when she stops and sits up. Such a good girl for listening to me. If she would have made herself come, that would have been at least thirty minutes of me making her wish she didn’t. I’ve noticed she stopped locking her door and locking her windows. She knows I will get in no matter what. I bet a part of her hopes I do.
Nothing has happened out of the ordinary. I pick up my phone and dial Stuart. I smile to myself when I remember how pissed he was when I told Kade his name. “Wyatt, I was beginning to think you forgot about me,” he laughs.
“You know I could never do that, Stuart.” He snarls, and I can imagine him throwing his hands in the air, something he does when he’s annoyed.
“You’re not funny, boy. Tell me you caught the bastard stealing my shit?”
“Nothing has happened. It’s been dry here, they may be taking it from the line before the boat,” I inform him, and he sighs.
“I was hoping they’d be fucking stupid enough to show their faces. I’ll put a few of my men at the switch off. If someone is there, we will catch them,” he hangs up the phone.
“We can leave.” Pocketing my phone, I look over, he has his phone in his hand and smirks.
“Hailey been doing alright?” I ask before he can say something smart, and he nods again.
“She says the girls have been going to work like nothing ever happened.” I smirk.
I know she told Elena that night because I heard her do so. They cleaned up the mess she made and then just continued to work like nothing ever happened .
It's just past seven in the evening, and I watch Blair getting ready to go out. The urge to touch her again is overwhelming, but this time, I want her to know it's me. It's time for her to discover the identity of her masked stalker.
Her phone rings and I turn up the volume. “Hey,” she answers, walking to her bathroom.
“Tiger?” There’s a long pause and she puts her phone on speaker.
“Yeah, Libo closed down last weekend, I guess. Is that still, ok?”
“Yeah, of course. I am getting ready now, I have to check on my mom before I leave. I was thinking about calling her. She’s been really sick the last two weeks,” she bites her perfectly pouty lip.
“My mom said she stopped by, and that guy was there helping her. She said he’s super nice and seems to really care about her. She stayed for a bit and helped out. She said she’s getting better.” I can see the relief on her face.
“Thank god, she wasn’t returning my phone calls.”
“I’m coming to get you, be ready in thirty, love you,” and she hangs up before Blair can even respond.
“Have you checked on her mom, made sure this guy is legit?” Kade asks and I nod.
“I ran a background check on him as soon as she started talking to him. He’s from Indiana, has no criminal background, and his parents are respectable small-town business owners. Two-story home and a dog with a picket fence, there is not one red flag,” Kade laughs.
“Damn, you went all out,” I laugh this time.
Anything that concerns her or her family, I am invested. I will not let any harm come to them.
“I sent her meds and some soup a few nights ago. She had CV19 and had to quarantine for ten days. Blair was going crazy.” I watch her put on a pink laced bra, pink thong to match and she slips on a light pink minidress and white heels.
I sit up and readjust my pants, my cock is throbbing with how hard it is. Kade laughs, “We going to Tiger?” I look at him and he smiles.
“Thought so.” He speeds off and we head towards my little pet.
Blair
I tap my nails on the count of my bathroom sink. I stare at myself in the mirror, I look pretty cute tonight. Light make-up, my hair is down with big beach wave curls. Satisfied with my look, I pick up my phone and dial my mom's number.
It seems like it rings forever and when I think it’s about to go to voicemail, someone answers.
“Mom?”
“Is the Blair?” a man's voice answers, and my pulse begins to race.
“Oh, uhm. Yeah, and you are?” I chew on the inside of my lips.
“I’m Xaden, your mom's boyfriend. She told me the next time you called to answer it if she was asleep,” he says, and I pick at my nails.
“Can you wake her?” I finally ask.
“Let me see if she will wake up, give me a second.” I hear him set her phone down.
“Blair?” My mom's cracked voice comes from the other end, and I almost cry.
“Mom, thank god. I was so worried! Why didn’t you call me or text me, something?” She coughs .
“I’m sorry, hunny. I have been sleeping a lot lately. I’m feeling better though, and I am no longer in quarantine,” she coughs again, and I hear Xaden tell her he’ll grab her water.
“Can I come see you?” She laughs.
“Of course you can. We can make a whole deal about it,” she muses, sounding more like herself now.
I smile. “Ok, that sounds great! Elena has been so worried about you. Maybe she can come too?” I try to throw her in there because to be honest, I’m afraid to meet her new boyfriend. What if I don’t like him? If El is there at least she’ll make it a bit better.
“You two are always welcome. Call me tomorrow and we can set up a time. I am so sorry I had to cancel our dinner date,” she sounds so sad.
“Mom, you are sick, I understand. I am just glad you are feeling better. I’ll stop by tomorrow and bring you some food and your favorite drink.”
“Ok, dear. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, mom. Get some rest, I’ll call tomorrow.” She hangs up and I stare at myself in the mirror.
I was so afraid that this guy did something to her. It’s ridiculous, I know. I fluff my hair one more time before turning and leaving the bathroom. I hear a honk outside and I know Elena’s here because I hear her voice before I hear her knock.
“Let's go beotch! It’s time to fucking party,” she giggles when I open the door.
“Oo lala,” I roll my eyes.
When we get to Tiger, we walk up to the front door this time, and he lets us right in. We make our way to the bar, and the familiar bartender winks at us, “Long time no see, what will you ladies be having?”
“Give me your strongest,” he laughs and nods .
“Make it a double,” Elena says looking around.
The place is crowded, as usual. I don’t see Leo, which I was hoping for. I would like nothing more than to knee him in the fucking balls for the little game he tried to play the last time I was here. I turn back when I hear a glass being placed in front of me. “Thank you.” I smile, and we walk towards an empty table near the VIP section.
“Oh my god, I knew I recognized our boss from somewhere,” Elena yells over the music.
I follow her line of sight and see him staring at her. He looks my way and gives me a small nod and I wave, turning back towards Elena. “He was with Mr. Tall Dark and Fuckable the last time we were here.” I roll my eyes. Great.
“Mhm, I want to dance,” ignoring her comment, I grab her hand and drag her to the dance floor.
I don’t have time to think about any other man right now. I do not want another visit from my stalker. He is making me question everything about myself. My morals. My sanity. You have to be seriously fucked up to enjoy something so… degrading. The music changes to , I Don’t fuck With You by Big Sean. Some random guy comes up and starts dancing with me. There is no harm in dancing, right? But I will not be touching him tonight. When I feel his hands go to my hips, I grab them and push them down. I feel his hard dick pressing into my back and I step away. Elena catches on and she moves in between us. “Thank you,” I mouth when I look back at her, she winks.
The song ends and I need a damn drink. I look at the table, seeing Kade and whatever his name is sitting down. I sigh and walk over doing my best to ignore them. I reach for my glass, but he moves it out of reach. I narrow my eyes at him and try again. This time he grabs my arm and leans up to talk in my ear, “Did I teach you nothing the last time you were here? ”
My heart starts pounding, but not for what you think. I’m pissed. I am tired of men telling me what to do, trying to teach me a fucking lesson every time I turn around. It’s like I’m in fucking school all over again. But this time the punishments aren’t going to the principal; it’s getting humiliated and forced to come- or not for that matter. I take a deep breath and let it out.
I lean back and give him my best innocent look, “Oh whatever do you mean?” I flutter my eyes.
Kade smirks. “Oh, you mean slipping Molly into my drink? I don’t see how that was a bad thing. It gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had. So, I should really thank you.” I pat his chest, feeling his hand tighten on my arm as his eyes narrow.
He lets go, and I hear Kade laughing like we are his favorite comedy show. I give him a smirk and turn to walk away. Before I take two steps, I feel him standing behind me. His hand wraps around my waist and pulls me to his front. “Let. Me. Go,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Why would I do that? The fun has just started,” his hot breath tickles my ear. Goosebumps spread over my neck and arm.
He sits down pulling me with him and I struggle to get out. “I swear to god if you don’t let me go I’ll-”
“You’ll what? Call the police on me?” his lips brush over my ear and I shiver involuntarily. The smell of his minty, smokey breath is doing something to my body I can’t explain- I clench my thighs together.
I can’t think straight. His hand is tightly around my waist and his other is rubbing up and down my arm. The small motion is driving me fucking insane. I look over to Kade who is staring at us with a shit-eating grin on his fucking handsome face. I roll my eyes at him .
“No, actually I won’t call the police on you. Not because I’m afraid of what you might do, but because they are fucking incompetent pieces of shit who don’t know how to do their fucking job. But, if you don’t let me fucking go, your hands will end up in a package on my porch.” I fist my hands at my side. More pissed than I was before.
I feel his body shake behind me from laughing. “Kade?” I plead and he looks at me.
“Could you please tell your friend, that holding a lady hostage is not fucking attractive and I’d like to leave,” he looks from me to the guy behind me and then back to me.
“You taunted the bear, Blair. It’s up to you to get out of it,” he shrugs, and I narrow my eyes at him. Fuck!
I sit there for a whole song before I finally calm down enough to ask a question. “Can we go to the bar?” I look back and see his blue eyes staring intently at me. It’s like he has no care in the fucking world, keeping me hostage.
I gulp, “Please?”
“We’ll be back,” he tells Kade who nods. He hasn’t taken his eyes off Elena since I was pulled into the chair.
“Me too,” he gets up and I watch him make a beeline straight for her.
She’s been eyeing me for the last five minutes but I did not attempt to bring her to my rescue. No, this is my battle, and I will fucking win it. Even if I have to fight dirty.
He takes my hand, guiding me to the bar and seating me on a stool. "What can I get for ya?" the nice bartender asks, flashing a knowing grin.
“Vodka soda please,” he winks at me and then looks at the man behind me.
“Sir?” I see him shake his head.
My drink is set in front of me, and I take a big gulp. He grabs my arm, pulling me from the bar to the seat we occupied earlier. As he sits, he pulls me down with him, causing a bit of my drink to spill on both of us. “Shit.” I feel the vibration of his laughter on my back.
I start wiping off the liquid that’s spilling down my chest when he reaches up and wipes it off himself. I can’t help but follow his hand, back to his mouth, as he sucks the vodka off his fingers. His blue eyes lock on mine as a sexy smirk appears on his stupidly handsome face. I clear my throat and turn my head back to the crowd.
I pull out my phone and see it’s almost after two a.m. I need to get going. “Look, this has been fun and all, but I really need to get going. It’s after two and I shouldn’t be this close to anyone right now,” not daring to look back at the eyes I can feel on me.
“Why is that Little Dove? Afraid I might visit you tonight?” time freezes. I sit up straight as sweat begins to form on my forehead.
My breathing and my heart have stopped. Did he just call me Little Dove? No, no this cannot be happening. I’m drunk, there’s no way.
“Worried I might leave more body parts of someone who touched you? Hate to disappoint, but I won't be sending my own hands tonight. I've got plans for them and a tight little cunt,” he whispers menacingly. “N… no,” I shake my head and feel him press himself more into me.
Fear and panic are taking over me and my fight-or-flight instincts are kicking in.
“Let me fucking go!” I yell, digging my fingers into his arm.
“Shhh, you’re making a scene,” he kisses under my ear.
“It was you? This whole fucking time it was you?” He chuckles, as he runs his lips over my neck. He knew who I was when I saw him that first night. He… He… No… The song changes to All The Time by Jeremih.
“Of course it was. Now, why don’t you go on about the best orgasm you ever had? I’d love to relive the moment with you,” he runs his free hand up my thigh. I grab it and dig my nails into him.
“No,” is all I can say.
“You have been such a good girl tonight. Rejecting my friend when he went to touch you. At least you finally learned your lesson.” A tear runs down my face, and I feel sick when he pulls out a Dove chocolate and sets it on the table.