Chapter 42
Sarah's POV
My eye is twitching. I know it is because I can feel the spasm in my left eye.
Then there was the sound of people scuffling, and it didn't take long for me to figure out what was going on.
Standing right there at the front door, before I could even press the doorbell, for some stupid reason I ended up listening to what sounded like Lincoln fucking the ever-loving shit out of Gabrielle.
And he must have been doing one hell of a job because she was screaming like someone was being murdered.
The old man, the nosy neighbor, had passed by about 10 minutes ago with his dog, asking if everything was okay in there.
“Yep,” I said to him.
The dude looked like he didn't want to leave.
He was still out by the curb, looking down at the driveway at me standing outside Lincoln's front door like an idiot, until I looked over my shoulder and gave him a rude stare.
That's the only reason he decided to leave. Like dude, you have a dog to walk.
It's early in the morning, so I'm a bit confused why Lincoln is even…
Damn. The sounds he made.
~“Oh fuck. Oh… oh fuck… fuck… FFFFFUCK!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU…!”~
He was so vocal and sounded so… different.
There was so much pain in his voice.
So much… desire.
He and I have had some spicy sex before too, but nothing that ever sounded like that. It almost sounded like he was into BDSM or something.
And well before either of them started having sex, I don't know, but it sounded like they were getting into a fist fight or something. Maybe the clothes and trash out here by the front door has something to do with that.
“You want to fight me? Huh?! You want to fucking fight me?” I had heard his voice say in such a dominant growl that it made me wet.
It made me upset.
That he had all of this for Gabrielle. Maybe he does hate her. Maybe that's why he said that but still. He's fucking her. He's completely forgotten about me all because she's living here.
Knocking on the door, that's when I notice to my right the window. What the hell happened? Looks like a bird flew into it or something.
The door opens after about two minutes with Gabby staring at me with disdain. My eyes grill her from head to toe.
Her hair is messy and her roots look weird, like a completely different texture than the rest of her hair which is wavy.
She looks exactly how I expect a woman who's been thoroughly fucked to look.
“Hey Gabby,” I try to say sweetly. Damn it, I don't think it came out sweet.
“What do you want?”
“I was actually here for a bit but I didn't want to interrupt you guys because clearly… you had unfinished business. I'm kind of sad you didn't invite me,” I smile.
“Why would I invite you?”
I step toward her sweetly. “I know you remember what happened with us. I know how good I made you feel and you're trying to forget it but just because you don't want to talk about it doesn't mean it didn't happen.”
“What I do remember happening is you taking advantage of me when I was drunk. That's what I remember.”
“And I remember you coming hard while I pleased you. I remember you getting off on all of us enjoying each other for New Year's. And there's no shame in it whatsoever.”
She just stares at me, her eyelids heavy as if she can't be bothered. “Why are you here?”
“While it's good to see you, I actually came to see Lincoln because he wasn't doing so well earlier and he's not answering my calls… so.”
“Yeah well, he's tired. And you can't just show up—” she starts to say until Lincoln cuts her off as he appears behind her, shirtless looking like a Greek god wearing those dark gray cotton pants that hug him in all the right places.
“You can come in Sarah,” he says over her shoulder, ignoring her completely.
“UM,” she starts to say.
“Um what? It's my house. And like I said, I need you to leave.”
“What?” Gabby says in disbelief.
Now this is interesting.
“I said fucking leave,” Lincoln says.
Gabby just stares at him. “You're going to have to call the cops to come get me. Because there isn't any way you threw my stuff outside and then fucking assaulted me, got your rocks off and then you're trying to kick me out after you invite your bitch here.”
“I didn't invite her here, but since she's here and you were going to leave anyway, why don't you just leave?”
Both of them argue back and forth and I wish I had a bucket of popcorn right now because this is too good.
“You don't want to be here anyway,” Lincoln informs her. His jaw is set.
I can tell that Gabby wants to fight him but she looks back at me standing outside the front door and then at him, then scoffs.
Grabbing her clothes from the outside steps, thrown down all around, and her luggage, she puts them off into the grass to the side, goes in and gets her phone, and puts on her shoes, almost stumbling with how bad she's shaking in rage.
I really do try to fight my smile but it just ends up popping up anyway. She catches me. Not what I wanted but oh well. “I'm sure you… he'll let you come back.”
She says nothing. Only walks down the driveway until she's on the street and disappears.
The minute I step inside the house it smells like sex. Raw, dirty, angry, hateful, demonic sex.
Damn. Lincoln is picking up things off of the ground, mostly clothes or tissues.
“So…” I begin, placing my hands behind my back, pouting my lips, wondering what to say.
“So what,” he asks me, looking tired.
“I just… uhhh… wanted to check up to see how you're doing but I see that you're doing very well,” I say sarcastically with a smile, one that he can't see because his back is turned as he fumbles with something in the kitchen sink.
“Lincoln?”
Something's wrong. He stands there bracing himself up with his hands, dipping the left side of his hip to put all his weight on the right leg.
Deep in thought, he just stands there until I arrive at his left side, staring up at him. His eyes are no longer in focus and peering at them closely, there are tears pooling there.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I urge him.
His only response is a slow shake of his head as his eyes close and then his head bows, his lips forming a tight line as if he's trying to fight back his emotions.
Then he shakes his head slowly again, more to himself, as if he's regretting something.
“Did you close the front door?” he asks.
Looking to the front door, I notice that it's ajar. Making my way over there, I close it, hearing it click before I turn my attention back to him on the other side of the house over by the kitchen sink.
“Lincoln?”
“I… am really tired. Thanks for checking on me. I'm fine.”
“I can stay.”
“No, I'm okay.”
“I'm going to stay anyway.”
“Whatever,” he says tiredly, dragging his feet as he makes his way to his room.
When I start to make my way there too, he slams the door.
Turning the knob, I step inside.
When I sit down on the bed it's like he comes alive. “No.”
“No what?”
“Don't. Please get out,” he says with a sadness crossing his eyes.
He won't even look at me.
“What is going on Lincoln? Please just talk to me,” my voice comes out filled with concern.
“Just please, I will but… I mean… I just need some sleep Sarah.”
“Do you know what time it is?” I ask him.
When he doesn't respond I realize that he's completely out of it. “It's after 5:00.”
“Is it really?”
“Yeah. You got to get ready for work.”
“I didn't get a lick of sleep.”
“Well maybe if you weren't up fucking Gabrielle—”
“I'll meet you at work,” he cuts me off.
“Yeah but she said that I could—”
“I'll meet you at work!” he yells.
This man is exhausting. If I didn't have feelings for him, I would not have bothered.
Nodding in acquiescence, I stand and take my leave.
Hopefully he'll come to his senses. With the kind of nut that he just busted I would have expected him to have overwhelming relief but clearly whatever was going on between the two, this either made it worse or did not fix the problem.
Which is honestly good for me. Because it means that there are still cracks and fissures forming in this precious little husk of a relationship they think they both still have.
Honestly, he deserves this; the mayhem that he's causing his own heart.
Maybe it's the closure that he needs to finally be rid of Gabby but there's no way he's going to be able to do that if she's still living here.
When I get into work, Fabian is talking with another co-worker. He looks happy but he also looks exhausted.
“You look hungover as shit,” I smile at him.
“Yeah I had a long night. Rather morning.”
Interesting. “What do you mean?” I pry.
Fabian just gives me a coy smile. Then he looks around. “Have you seen Gabby?”
Why is he asking me about… wait a minute.
“Why do you ask?” I reply sweetly.
“Figured she'd be here. Her shift starts at 7:00 too, doesn't it?”
“Yeah but I mean it's only 6… let me see.” I look at my watch. “It's 6:40. Why are you so anxious? Is there a message you want me to deliver?”
“Are you good friends with her?” he asks dubiously.
“I mean I saw her this morning. So there's no reason she shouldn't be here.”
“What do you mean you saw her this morning?”
My instinct is telling me that this is an opportunity branching out.
“She was at Lincoln's house.”
“Yeah I know she stays there but…”
“No, what I mean is…” I break off for dramatic effect, stepping closer to him, making sure he can see my cleavage. He doesn't bite. Not yet anyway.
“I went to go… see Lincoln and… she and Lincoln were already awake.”
“Okay?” Fabian murmurs like he's not getting it.
“They were very awake. Very loud. If you know what I mean.”
My eyes study him and there's something right there that flashes in his face, just a glimpse. Disappointment. Hurt.
“What do you mean? Are they intimate with each other?”
“Ha! Did you not know that? They're more than intimate. He was fucking the shit out of her,” I emphasize quietly, leaning into him.
His eyes flutter for a moment before he looks away discouraged. “Aw… are you guys dating or something?”