13. It’s What She Deserves #2
"She is so fucking stupid. Deja's sitting on the other side.
What is she doing?!" Lena said angrily. "I swear I have to do everything myself.
" Quietly slipping out of the office, Lena headed in the direction of Carla, who had disappeared by the time she made it over.
She nearly slipped and looked down to see bloody handprints on the ground.
"...what..." Crouching, she followed the bloody handprints towards the storage room and pushed the door open. She spotted Carla on the floor, twitching in a pool of her own blood, her hand grasping the massive slice in her throat.
Lena's eyes widened in horror when someone slapped their hand across her mouth, stifling her scream.
Deja walked along the decorated walls and stopped at the office.
The door was open.
She furrowed her brows in confusion when she glanced toward the storage room. Why was that door open, too? She knew she was being paranoid. But still...
She held onto the wall, quietly walking toward the storage room.
"Deja, girl! What is your pregnant-ass doing?" Diamond called out. "Ain't Shawna supposed to be washing your hair?"
"I'm saying! Like she just up and walked away like this intermission," Shawna sucked her teeth. "Deja, get your Black ass back over here."
Deja glanced back at her friends and sighed. "Okay-Okay..."
She looked at the storage room one last time and forced herself to turn around. She really needed to get out of her head.
Lena tumbled onto the grass after being thrown out of the building. Blood leaked from her cheeks and ears that had been violently sliced. She cried hysterically, trying to speak against the bloody cloth that had been wrapped around her mouth.
Hearing footsteps behind her, she looked over her shoulder and saw the hooded figure wielding a bloody knife, approaching her. Lena grabbed a rock and threw it, then scrambled to her feet and took off down the block.
She wavered between trying to remove the cloth and trying to scream for help. But the cloth was so tight that all she could do was groan. Looking over her shoulder, the hooded figure continued following her.
Stalking her. As if she were prey.
She ran until she spotted the closest house.
But all the lights were off. "Help! Someone help me!
Please!" she screamed through the cloth, trying to rip it off.
She screamed as a blade abruptly split her leg.
Looking down, she saw it deeply embedded in her thigh before she looked up and saw the hooded figure grabbing another blade from inside their jacket.
Lena hobbled, trying to get away. Tears and blood streaming down her face.
Gripping the blade, she ripped it out and screamed into the cloth.
Grabbing her bleeding leg, she stumbled through the backyard until arriving at another house.
Her eyes widened when she realized whose house it was.
Limping to the back door, she banged frantically. "Caleb! Please! Please, open the door!"
The kitchen lights came on before Caleb looked out the window. His eyes widened in shock. He quickly opened the door, and Lena's body collapsed into his arms. "Holy shit! Lena!" Caleb held her, gently peeling the bloody cloth from around her head.
"Caleb!" she cried hysterically as he wrapped his arms around her. "He's coming! He's-he's going to kill me!"
"Who?" Caleb asked. "Who's trying to kill you?"
"I don't know! But he's coming! And he-!" Lena gasped when she saw the hooded figure standing outside Caleb's door.
Caleb turned around. And his face dropped. "...stay here, Lena..." he muttered. Grabbing a knife from the kitchen counter, Caleb opened the back door. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that?"
Lena trembled, looking on confused, wondering why they hadn't tried to stab Caleb yet. She saw them hand Caleb something before Deja's voice started playing. Lena quickly touched her jeans when she realized her phone was missing.
"I don't. Care about. Caleb." The audio sounded disjointed, like a broken record, as Caleb turned to face her. Lena's eyes widened to see him holding the ziplock of chemical pellets she had given Carla to put in Deja's drink.
"Were you… stalking Deja?" Caleb asked her.
"No!" Lena blurted. "I mean-why the fuck does that matter, Caleb?!"
"What were you planning on doing?" Caleb asked.
"Is that really important right now?! There's a fucking psycho-killer behind you-"
"...Don't worry about him..."
Lena was startled by the sudden dark shift in Caleb's voice. He had never looked at her like that before. "B-but-"
"Lena..." Caleb muttered lowly. "Answer. The question."
Lena scoffed. "Caleb, he tried to kill me! I'm-!"
" Lena !" Caleb barked so ferociously that she jumped. "I won't. Ask. Again."
Lena swallowed thickly, looking between Caleb and the hooded killer standing outside. Why wasn't he attacking?
"It… it was just a joke," Lena whimpered. "A prank, th-that's all."
"Poisoning someone is a prank?" Caleb asked. "Manipulating audio-"
"She doesn't deserve you, Caleb!" Lena shouted angrily. "But you're too stupid to see that! Too stupid to see what's in front of you!"
Caleb's face softened. Placing the items down, he sighed and pulled Lena into his arms. "...Lena..."
Wrapping her arms around Caleb, Lena sobbed into his chest. "I just wanted you to give us a chance."
Caleb hugged her tightly. "...I'm sorry..."
Lena inhaled his scent, trying to calm down, as she looked past his shoulder at the killer standing outside. "...thank you for protecting me..." she whimpered. She squinted as the killer teasingly waved at her, the knife balancing between his fingers.
Caleb sighed with a shake of his head. "I wasn't," he said, before grabbing her head and violently snapping her neck until her head did a 180.
Her body crumbled in his arms as Caleb glanced over his shoulder. "Go clean up your fucking mess and get the hell out of my town. Or I swear I'll kill you myself," he threatened.
The killer snickered with a dramatic bow before playfully skipping into the night, waving his bloody blade.
"Thank you, girls!"
Deja got out of the taxi, waving to her friends inside. They had finished late, but her hair made her feel like a new woman.
"Look at this hot mama!"
"Ay, Bay-Bay! Lemme holla atchu for a second!"
Deja laughed. "You guys are stupid."
"Nah, you just fine as hell," Diamond grinned, looking behind Deja. "Ain't that right, Mr. Byrne?"
"Abso fucking lutely."
Deja jumped, startled when she felt Caleb's arms wrap around her from behind.
She turned around to face him, and his smile widened at the sight of her.
"Goddamn, baby. You look gorgeous,” Caleb moaned.
Deja's cheeks warmed over, and her stomach fluttered at the heated gaze in Caleb's eyes as he looked her over.
"Well, excuse us, Mr. Panty-Ripper! Thanks for taking care of our girl. We're gonna go before things get Rated R ," Ari teased.
"I think you mean Rated XXX ," Kristin laughed.
"Liiiiike, I've never seen a live porno, but-" Diamond started.
"Would you guys leave already!" Deja blurted, embarrassed. Her friends cackled before the taxi took off down the street.
Shaking her head, Deja faced Caleb, who gently caressed her cheek. "I'm glad you were able to spend time with your friends. I missed you.”
Deja smiled up at him. "I missed you, too."
Sitting between his muscular legs, Deja leaned back against Caleb's chest as his fingers worked the knots in her shoulders.
"They're leaving tomorrow already, but I'm so glad they came. They helped me work through a lot."
"Good..." Caleb said, kissing her temple. "You deserve some peace, Deja."
She stared at him through the mirror. "Does it bother you that I haven't talked to you about my ex yet?"
Caleb glanced at her. "Sorta. Mainly because I can't help you if you don't tell me. But… when you're ready..."
Deja grabbed his hand and kissed his fingers. "You're already helping me, Caleb. You make me feel safe. Protected. Loved ."
Caleb paused to look at her as she turned around to face him. "I haven't felt beautiful in months, and yet, when you look at me, I feel so beautiful. So wanted. So desired ." Deja bit her lip, embarrassed. "I sound pathetic-"
"There's nothing pathetic about you," Caleb said, standing from the bed. He held out his hand to her. "But, let me show you just how much I desire you."
Swallowing hard, Deja took his hand as he pulled her off the bed. He turned her around before gently pushing her against the wall, being cautious of her belly. "If I get too rough with you, you need to tell me," he said, lifting her arms above her head. "Otherwise, I won't stop. Understand?"
Deja exhaled shakily with a nod. Her skin tickled as he sensually kissed her neck. Her panties dampened at the way he tightly held her wrists together above her head with one hand while the other twisted her panties. There was a loud tear as he tore them from her body.
"Caleb!"
"Shit. I didn't know these were so delicate. They're like paper."
"Those were expensive!"
Caleb chuckled as he stuffed her panties into her mouth. "...I'll buy you new ones..."
Deja's knees buckled as Caleb abruptly slapped her pussy before sliding two invasive fingers between her labia.
His fingers worked her over, fucking her relentlessly until her arousal dripped down the inside of her thigh.
She trembled as his hand trailed over her swollen stomach, cupping her breast and massaging softly before pinching her sensitive nipple between his fingers.
His breath tickled her skin as his tongue lavished her neck.
Lifting her thigh, Caleb's erection slid along her ass before pressing against her opening.
Deja gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder as she nearly fell from how roughly he penetrated her.
Her lips parted, panting breathlessly until he replaced her panties with his wet fingers in her mouth.
"I need you to see why I'm so addicted to you," Caleb groaned. "How fucking good you taste."
Deja jumped again as Caleb's dick pulsated inside her. "Oh god, Daddy..." she whimpered, her wrists straining in his grasp.
Caleb groaned. "...Daddy? You said that so naturally ."
Sweating profusely, Deja panted as Caleb's pace quickened, fucking her so intensely her vision blurred. "If you weren't pregnant, I fear what I'd do to you, because this fucking ass," he said, slapping her backside as she squealed. "Is one hell of a goddamn temptation."
"C-Caleb! Daddy!-Daddy, I'm gonna cum-I'm gonna-"
"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cause I'm fucking starving, and the only thing I want… is this ..."
Deja gasped as Caleb slapped her pussy again, clipping her clit and sending her spiraling.
Her climax was so intense, she could barely stand.
But Caleb took on her full weight as he slid out of her warm, wet heaven.
Picking her up, he laid her on the bed and stared at the sweet nectar between her thighs.
His eyes flickered up at her dangerously. Biting his lip, he said one word that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
"...mine..."
"Yes, Daddy! God, yes! Just like that!"
Deja desperately clutched the sheets as her body vibrated with pleasure. Her ass clenched as another bead slipped out of her anus.
She didn't remember passing out on Caleb after he made her climax for the umpteenth time. Nor did she expect to be woken by his head between her legs and his mouth latched onto her clit, devouring her pussy like he needed it to survive.
But it was when he casually slipped the string of beads into her anus as his tongue lavished her pussy that she knew she was in for a wild morning. "Easy, baby. Easy..." he moaned into her pussy, tugging on the beads as he gently pulled out another.
Deja writhed like a tortured animal beneath him, imprisoned by his mouth and tormented by the beads that pushed her closer to climax with each tug. "Daddy, please!" she begged.
"Please, what, baby..." Caleb grinned. His tongue dancing with her clit as if wooing it into submission.
"Please, just-just let me cum-" Deja's words were cut off with a high-pitched moan as Caleb slipped all the beads out of her without warning. Her thighs strangled his head as she came hard, straight into his welcoming mouth.
She panted breathlessly as Caleb climbed off of her. "I'm a little obsessed with your ass. Think we can try something bigger next time?" he grinned against her lips as Deja laughed.
Minutes later, Deja was in the bathroom, rushing to get ready. For the first time in a while, she could truly focus on her work. Esme had urged her not to worry about the missing body. She would handle it, apparently.
That worried Deja. Among other things...
But Caleb brought her a peace she desperately craved. As she put her makeup on in front of the bathroom mirror, Caleb hugged her from behind. "You're so goddamn beautiful," he kissed her cheek.
Deja sighed. "I'm nervous."
"Don't be. You're a fucking boss. You got this, babe." He planted another kiss on her lips before leaving the bathroom. "I have to head to work, but I can't wait to hear all about your meeting!" he shouted from the living room. "Call me if you need anything."
"Okay," she shouted back. Deja nervously bit her lip. She had been dying to ask him about the donations, but decided to wait till later that evening.
Smoothing out the only skirt she could fit in, Deja stepped out of the elevator of the corporate building just outside the suburban town. She had been looking forward to meeting the rest of her staff to initiate the site tours.
"Ms. Louis! So great to meet you in person. I'm Kim," a woman beamed, shaking her hand. "I'm so excited to set out on this journey with you."
"Likewise, Kim! Nice to meet you," Deja smiled, shaking her hand.
"We're just waiting for a few more people to arrive. Why don't you follow me to the conference room? A few of our investors wanted to join the first meeting," Kim said, opening the door.
Deja followed Kim inside and saw a group of suited men standing at the window chatting before she stopped dead in her tracks. "Ms. Louis, allow me to introduce you-" Kim started.
"Allow me."
Deja's eyes widened. Her heart stopped as the gentleman gently grabbed her hand and lifted it to his lips.
"Nice to see you again… Deja Louis ..." Ian smiled.