Chapter 22
LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO
CANDYMAN
It’s been a month. One whole fucking month without my woman and I’m tired of this shit.
Izzy won’t take my calls at all. She did apparently explain shit to her family, however.
They no longer want to kill me—which I guess is the one lone bright spot in my month of hell.
Yet, they look at me with pity in their eyes, so that part sucks.
I’m getting desperate, and the woman has turned me into a stalker. She’s the reason I’m about to do something completely insane that will probably have me spending the rest of my life in jail. I don’t really give a fuck at this point because it’s the only shot I have.
For the past two weeks, I’ve resorted to watching through a window of Izzy’s apartment in Lexington, just to catch a glimpse of her.
I now know even more information about my woman.
For instance, I know she likes BLTs from Winchell’s so much that she has them delivered daily for breakfast. She likes some kind of sandwich called the Unforgettable from Big Blue Deli and rarely eats more than cafeteria food from the hospital for dinner.
I’ve also discovered she wasn’t exaggerating.
Her hours are horrible. Izzy often works double shifts and sometimes more—only grabbing a couple of hours of sleep at the hospital between shifts.
I’ve also watched her go out to dinner with co-workers and friends.
She’s living her life, but she’s not fooling me.
Her eyes don’t sparkle. She’s going through the motions just like I am, and that ends tonight.
What I’m doing is drastic. Izzy is going to hate me. But I’m going to do it just the same. That’s why I’m standing outside a room inside a UK dorm that belongs to a friend of hers. She’s staying there tonight because her apartment is being fumigated and her friend is out of town.
It might be a little creepy that I know all of this because I have listening devices inside her apartment.
She’ll probably have a cow if she finds out.
It will definitely be even worse if she discovers I mirrored her phone so I could read her texts and use that information to make my plans.
I’ll deal with the fallout once I’ve finally have her chained to my bed.
I get up my damn nerve and finally knock on the door.
“Caleb? Is everything okay?”
“I’ve missed you, Izzy,” I respond, loving that the cherry red hair has gone back to her natural blonde. God, she’s so fucking gorgeous.
Izzy crosses her arms, lips pressing together. “You mean you miss my mouth.”
She’s trying to be glib and act like she’s not hurting as badly as I am. Two can play that game, I suppose. I give her a cocky grin. “Is that bad? I told you, baby—you have magic lips.”
I can see the pain and disappointment in her eyes. Yet she continues her game by shaking her head. “Caleb, I told you it’s over. I can’t afford to screw up. I have a plan for the future. It doesn’t involve a biker who thinks with his dick—which is really the only reason you want me around anyway.”
“I told you I’d work around your schedule,” I remind her, stepping closer. “We’ll make it work, and I love the way you suck my dick, touch my dick, and take my dick, Izzy. That’s not the only reason I want you though.”
“Oh, yeah? Name one thing other than your dick that draws you to me.”
“Your beauty,” I say at once, knowing that’s the wrong thing to say, but I’m playing a role here too.
“Beauty is fleeting, Caleb. That’s a shit reason to want a woman in your bed.”
“Izzy, I’m just asking you to give us a chance.”
She exhales. “You live almost five hours away. My life’s here, Caleb. Yours isn’t. Add that to the fact you’re only here because I’m probably the first woman ever to turn you down and walk away, we’re a disaster waiting to happen.”
“Fine, then at least give me tonight before you kick me to the curb.”
She’s wavering—which is exactly what I need. “Caleb …”
“One night,” I say. “To say goodbye.”
“Caleb—”
“You can’t push me away without giving me one last chance to experience how good your sweet mouth sucks my cock, baby. That’s too cruel.”
“God, you’re an idiot,” she huffs. “Fine.”
“I’ll just get the wine I brought earlier,” I murmur, going to her mini fridge. I take out the bottle of wine, then sift around the small cabinet over the tiny sink and find a red Solo cup. I pour a glass of wine and bring it over to her. Handing her the cup, I keep the bottle in my hand.
“You’re not going to drink?” she asks.
I grin because she’s so shocked that she doesn’t ask me when I brought the wine. This is a big win. It’s almost too easy.
“I’m going to drink it off you. Now, strip naked and get on your knees in front of the bed. I want to be able to play with your tits while you suck my cock.”
“Always the romantic,” she huffs.
“It’s a gift,” I joke, my laugh sounding fake even to me.
I walk over to her bed, put the bottle down on the mattress and undo my pants. She looks up at me confused, while she pulls her shirt off, then tosses her bra on the floor too.
“You’re not even going to take your pants off?” she huffs.
“You like it when I fuck you against the wall. Didn’t you tell me it excited you to feel my jeans pressing against your skin?”
“I was mostly talking about how you couldn’t wait to have me—not that you were too damn lazy to take your pants off,” she grumbles.
“Well, I’m not going to waste time taking my pants off when you are only giving me this one time to remember you by. Now be a good little slut and open that pretty mouth for me,” he responds.
“FYI, asshole. That kind of talk is only hot when you have me close to coming. Not when you order me around just to get what you want.”
“Suck me, Izzy. I’m in a bitchy mood because you want rid of me. Bring me to heaven and I’ll show you just how much I need and want you, baby girl.”
“Damn it, Caleb. It’s not that I want to get rid of you. We just don’t have a future. I should have never started up with you. I knew better, but I couldn’t resist. Besides, you’re the one that told me you didn’t do serious, remember?”
“I didn’t until you,” I confess, and my heart hurts because she can tell I’m being honest. Sadly, I can also see why Izzy doesn’t believe me.
“Stop, okay? This is hurting me, too, you know. It’s better we do it now, though—instead of waiting and letting whatever this is get deeper—or worse.”
“What could be worse?” I ask.
“You remember you don’t do relationships and me ending up alone, maybe pregnant because a condom failed?”
“If I knock you up, trust me, the last thing I’m going to do is run, Izzy,” I promise.
“I won’t have a man who is just there because I got knocked up. This entire conversation is moot anyway. We’re over, remember? This is just a final goodbye.”
“Suck me,” I order, feeling so much pain at her words it’s hard to breathe. Taking a syringe from my pocket, I quickly insert it into her arm.
“Caleb ...”
“It’s going to be okay, Izzy. I promise.”
“What did you do?” she asks, as I take the syringe away.
“I’m not going to let you throw us away, Izzy,” I whisper. “Just rest.”
“You drugged me?”
“It’s just a sedative. A doctor gave it to me. It won’t hurt you, baby. I just needed to get you out of here without you fighting me.”
“You’re crazy.”
“No, baby girl. I just can’t let you go,” I whisper. “We belong together.”
“Caleb …You … drugged me,” she slurs.
“I just needed time, Izzy. I’ll make it up to you. You’ll see—we’re meant to be.”
Once she’s out, I quickly pick her up and head down the back entrance to the dorm.
Fuck, I hope this works.