19. Octavio
Chapter 19
Octavio
M onster and Detavio was on the way to my house and would be here in less than an hour. I told Rylie Rose last night that she had to leave, I couldn’t believe that I got so wrapped into her for the past two weeks that I actually allowed her to stay. She cooked, cleaned, and talked nonstop. Time started to move fast, and I couldn’t lie and act like she didn’t keep me amused and entertained. It was something about Rylie Rose that felt familiar, yet I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
Her entire demeanor changed when I told her that it was best we spend time apart. I told her last night that I wanted to work on a healthy friendship and not just a sexual relationship. Rylie had big dreams, I felt for her as she told me about her parents and how she was raised. She grew up spoiled but never knew what it was like to actually have some form of responsibility. At the age of thirty years old, Rylie never could keep a job.
She also admitted to me that she stopped taking her medication because it caused her weight gain. I wanted to be a gentleman to Rylie, but she made it hard for me to do just that. None of this felt right, but whenever we were in the middle of steamy sex it all felt perfect. Besides, there was a lot going on with my family that I needed to focus on. Impurity was somewhere lurking; Monster’s past came knocking on his door demanding for him to return to Thailand with her. Today, we planned on putting our heads together to come up with a proper solution to all of this madness so our lives could gain some form of normalcy.
I needed Rylie gone and not in the middle of my shit with my family. I also got her parent’s information and decided to go visit her father in jail so I could know how to let Rylie down easily. She was going to be a problem, and not the easy kind of problem that you could easily fix.
She had my mind conflicted, had me wondering if I was mentally stable. My entire house smelled sweet like strawberries and hints of melon. I opened my front door and had to take a step back. What the fuck? Red and pink, everywhere. My black leather couch—gone. Replaced with a fuzzy sectional red couch draped in a rose-pink throw. Satin pillows in the shape of hearts made me sick to the core. Rylie lost her fuckin’ mind was all I could think as my mind started to spin rapidly.
Candles lined across my entertainment stand topped with a framed picture of me that I didn’t even know existed. My anger flared as my eyes zoomed in on the picture. I saw that my face was smeared with her lip print.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I exploded.
I stepped inside slowly and blinked my eyes hard as if all of this bullshit was a dream. Then I heard her coming down the hallway.
“Octavio! I knew you’d love this shit. All you needed was my touch to it. Soon as you left early this morning, I got to work. Red is for passion; pink is for love…it’s so us.” She blushed after her mouthful of delusion.
I snapped, and not verbally. I stomped toward my room as she followed closely behind me.
“Another thing, baby, I had to use your card for all of this. I don’t have any money since you didn’t hire me yet down at the studio—wait, what are you doing?” She asked confused.
I walked straight to the corner of my room where her bags were stacked. The same bag of clothes that she brought the day after breaking into my house. Everything was stacked like my house was some fuckin’ hotel room. She never wore clothes, only her red silk robes that I assumed she had lots of. She pranced around this bitch like time stood still for all of her bullshit. I walked past her with the bags as she stood there without catching on to what the fuck was going on.
When I got to my front door, I tossed her bags out, not caring where the fuck they landed. I walked away to grab two more bags, and I heard Rylie running, her bare feet slapped hard against my hardwood floor. I turned to look at her and almost got distracted. Her silk robe was half-tied around her curvy frame. I got a good look at Rylie and there was no mistakes when God made her. She was beautiful, she made it a point to make sure her red curls was fresh and bouncy every single day.
She looked at me and shook her head; seconds later, a full-blown laugh left her red painted lips. That laugh was too bright for the moment, it echoed through the room, pissing me off further.
“Just stop, Octavio.” She giggled the words out.
“Your being so dramatic again, working yourself up and going into denial.” She waved me off.
I tilted my head to the side as I felt my jaws clench. I kept it pushing with the rest of her bags. I threw it out the door then went to her mini red speaker that she used to set the mood every damn night.
“Don’t you dare!” She threatened.
I threw it out the door from where I stood, not caring where the fuck it landed.
“Get the fuck out, Rylie Rose.” I growled through my teeth.
“You don’t really mean that shit,” she said suddenly.
Time stood still for a couple of seconds. Her eyes went wide then glossed over.
“You need me, like I needed you all of those years ago. You just don’t remember me yet…Octavia.”
I froze for half a second, and that was the got damn problem. She was good at throwing me off and playing with my mind. Rylie was right about something though, and it was about needing her. I navigated through life for far too long without needing a soul. It was the part she said about me remembering. Something about her was familiar. The way she tilted her head when she smiled. The way my name rolled off of her tongue like it was a secret between her teeth.
No one had ever called me Octavia, except when I was in grade school. That the name Jalissa enrolled me under. All the kids in school referred to me as that. How deep did Rylie Rose dig to know about that? Something in her light brown eyes reminded me of something…someone. Right now, I didn’t give a fuck. My brothers wouldn’t understand it from my point of view when they arrived. They were already on edge and would see Rylie as another problem that they could easily solve for me by killing her.
Rylie Rose danced between manic and manipulative like it was instinct. She rearranged my life without asking in a short time frame. I listened to her whisper my name in her sleep. After her long bubble baths she drew hearts on the fogged-up mirrors. She yearned for acceptance and love, something I used to yearn for a long time ago. After she’d cook dinner for the both of us every night she’d stare at me with that desperate shine in her eyes.
“Listen to me, Rylie Rose.” I sighed as I tried my best to steady my words through the rage that I felt building inside of me. It was all out of frustration.
“I don’t know what fantasy you built in your head, but this ain’t it!” I snapped as I stepped up to her and grabbed her arm.
I wasn’t trying to hurt her, but I wanted her to listen and hear every word that I spoke. I might have let her dominate in the bedroom but right now this wasn’t that.
“You don’t fuckin’ live here. You’re not mine, and I’m not yours. You weren’t invited, you broke in this bitch. I’ve enjoyed your company and offered to be a friend to you. Right now, I’ve had E—fuckin—nough!” I spat out harshly in her face.
She blinked, once, twice…then the tears came fast.
“You’ll regret this…” She whispered above her voice cracking.
“I know you’ll regret it. You love me, you loved me since the first fuckin’ day you laid eyes on me when we were kids!”
I dropped her arm like it burned my hand then took a step back away from her.
“Get help, and medication. I’ll call you in a week or two to check on you, Rylie Rose,” I offered, ready for this conversation to be done with. Time was ticking and my brothers would be here any moment.
“I love you; I’m so turned on right now, baby. You want to resist me so the sex can be more explosive.” She smirked through her tears.
I couldn’t help but chuckle dryly at her boldness.
“You random as fuck.” I shook my head at her.
“You beautiful as fuck.” She retorted.
“What’s your fuckin’ angle, Rylie Rose?” I tilted my head to the side.
“You…let me tell you something, Octavio.”
She was close, her tears streamed steadily down her face as she breathed heavy. Something unhinged was behind the gloss of her orbs. I seen a lot in my life, but this wild devotion of a woman teetering between love and lunacy chilled something deep inside of me. Rylie’s fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt and yanked me toward her like I was weightless.
“You’re mine…you always were.” She hissed lowly as her voice trembled.
I didn’t move, I was in too much shock to even react. Her breath hit my lips as she continued to speak.
“I will have you… I’d hate to have to snap so hard—” She bit into her bottom lip almost drawing blood as she stopped herself from stating what I assumed would be more of promise than a threat.
“I’ll bleed shit dry behind you.” She blinked hard as more tears dripped out of her eyes.
It wasn’t sadness, it was possession and rage. It was that twisted ache of someone who thought obsession was the same thing as love. She gripped my shirt tighter and pulled at me until I was pressed against her short frame. She looked up at me and stood on her tippy toes but still wasn’t tall enough. My dick thought for himself and sprouted without being told to become erect.
“I think about you every second.” She whispered as her eyes searched mine for acceptance.
“I dream about you; I even know about the way your voice dips when you fuckin’ lie. I know what cologne you wear when you go to work to fuck bitches that I thought about killing. I also know the type of cologne that you wear for leisure. Your jaw clenches when your frustrated or angry…it’s the only reason why I’m giving you a small pass right now. I know you, Octavio, very well…I’ve known you forever…you think you can just ignore that and me like I’m some fuckin’ mistake? What? You want me to bring the broken hoop earring that I kept since you were a kid confused about yourself?”
My body went stiff, not out of fear but out of calculation. She was unraveling before me. Then she smiled softly and sadly. She let go of my shirt then smoothed the fabric like she cared about messing it up.
“I’m gonna go ahead and leave…my brothers in laws don’t need to see us having a disagreement. I want their first introduction of me to be good,” she stated as she walked backwards toward the door like she rehearsed all of this in her head.
How the fuck did she even know that they was coming? I asked myself.
“You’ll feel me in every room after this, every silence and every breath you take. You’ll look in the fuckin’ mirror and wonder if I’m behind you or somewhere near watching.” She giggled until her laugh turned into a full-blown laugh from her gut.
“Octavio?” She called out to me as she turned slightly to step outside where her things was at.
“Yes?”
“How many more times will you run from me, Octavio? I dare you not to fix that.” She rolled her eyes.
I snapped out of whatever daze she had me in and stomped toward the door. I grabbed the door handle ready to slam the door in her face.
“Don’t forget…I warned you. I need to have my peace at some point in life and that’s with you.”
I slammed the door in her face then stood there with my fists clenched. I tried to remember what it was about her that haunted me so bad. All of this felt like the beginning of something that I would never be able to get rid of.