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Chap
ter 15

Katherine

Turns out, helping plan a small wedding was still a large task. I appreciated the distraction. Alissa had called, texted, and even went so far as to have Mary beg me to talk to her. I wasn’t ready to hear any more excuses. Alissa sent me flowers with an apology. Typical Alissa fashion was to go big, but the gesture didn’t work. I picked up my phone to call her after the delivery, but couldn’t dial. I was hurt and not yet ready to let go of her betrayal.

When my mom announced at work that she was engaged, her small wedding turned into a medium-sized wedding. Doc’s family was small but he felt obligated to invite his co-workers, too. When he introduced who his best man would be, my mom felt pressured to find a maid-of-honor. I quickly declined, not wanting to be the center of attention. She picked her second best friend.

Her first best friend, Alissa’s mom, was immersed with helping me organize and taking on her roll of matron-of-honor. I was thankful but found it hard to keep my mouth shut whenever she brought up Alissa, especially when she mentioned how much time Mary spent over at their house. She knew we weren’t getting along, but kept telling me that we were destined to be best friends for life. At that point, I excused myself from the room and cried in my bathroom.

My mom walked in the door after work, looking exhausted.

“Hey. How was your day?”

She dropped the pizza box on the table and joined me in our small living room. “Crazy. How was your day?”

“It was okay. I finished my final paper and practiced the dish for our cooking final. Let’s just say I’m glad I have partners because my food was not good.” I laughed and she just rolled her eyes. She had no room to criticize me because she couldn’t cook either.

“How’s the planning going?” She picked up a couple of the ads I had cut out for possible flower arrangements.

“Good. I really like red. Roses are a little pricey but they would look so pretty and your maid-of-honor could wear red, which would look perfect with her dark hair.”

“I can see Alissa’s fashion sense has finally rubbed off on you,” she said, her smile quickly dropping.

I looked down, her words hitting me hard.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

I waved at her, trying to make it look like her words didn’t affect me, even though I’m sure my face said otherwise. “It’s okay. So what about the roses?”

“Roses are perfect. We can even have a rose on the front of the invitation. Perfect color with the silver letters and white paper.” She stood up and hugged me.

“Let’s eat. I’m starving,” I said, fighting tears.

“Sounds good to me. Is Dillon coming over?”

“Not tonight. When will the Doc be here?”

“He had a late appointment but he’s off for the next three days. I’m so nervous about meeting his parents,” Mom said, stuffing pizza into her mouth.

“Why are you nervous? They’ll love you.”

“They come from old money. I bring home take-out every night. What do you think they’re going to think of me?”

“That you’re a wonderful person who loves their son very much?”

She stopped chewing to smile at me, but that made me laugh. “Just make sure you eat like a real person and you shouldn’t have a problem.”

“Well, they’ll love you, that’s for sure.”

“What’s not to love? I’m an overly sensitive teenager who sits at home, writing. I know all the funny lines to my favorite movies but I’m sure that won’t pay the bills.” I looked at my uneaten pizza, no longer hungry. I don’t know why I chose now to have a pity party.

“Stop that right now. I know I’m your mom but I think you’re pretty cool.”

“Point proven. My mom thinks I’m cool, but most people my age think I’m a nerd. I’m not even sure what I want to do with the rest of my life anymore.” I looked around our apartment, knowing we wouldn’t live here forever, which made me sad.

“Where’s this coming from?”

“Well, my best friend and I had our lives planned out and now that those plans aren’t working out, I don’t know what I’m going to do. After spending time at the lake house, I’m not even sure I want to live in a city.”

“Hey,” she said, grabbing my hand. “Life changes daily and you may feel lost right now, but tomorrow something may happen and you’ll suddenly realize what you want. I thought I was going to be alone in this apartment forever but looked what happened.”

“You’re right. I just hope something pops up soon, because I don’t like not having direction.”

“Talk to Dillon about how you feel. I’m sure he’ll understand after he made the decision to leave the Army.”

“I will. Thanks, Mom.”

“Just promise me you won’t ever forget your mother.”

“Never.” I meant that, too. I loved my mom and hoped Doc would give her everything she deserved.

~*~

Dillon took me to a movie. A girly movie. How he’d managed to sit through a love story that ended with me crying was beyond my comprehension. He’d made me promise that if anyone saw us leaving the theatre, I’d tell them he’d lost a bet. It was cute how he worried about looking like a wuss.

Mom was out to dinner with Doc and some of his associates. She’d made me go shopping with her to find the perfect dress. It had been torture at first, but I’d forced myself to try on a couple. I felt beautiful and soon realized why women love dresses so much. We went to one of those blow-dry salons and it was fantastic being pampered. Not something I’d ever imagined enjoying.

“You should come inside for a while,” I asked Dillon, batting my eyes. He never could resist that.

“Okay, but please don’t make me watch another girl movie. I feel like I need to go lift some weights to get it out of my system.”

I pressed him up against the wall before unlocking the door. “There is nothing girly about you.” I kissed him softly. A groan escaped from deep inside his throat. I took that as my cue to kiss him harder. I got up on my tip toes to deepen the kiss and could feel how turned on he was against my stomach. I don’t know if it was the excitement over how much I turned him on or the burn in my lower stomach, but I placed my hand over his hard-on and rubbed up and down.

He put his hand over mine, stopping me.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, pulling away.

“Uh, no. You have no idea how turned on I am right now.”

I pretended to ignore him, turning towards the door and unlocking it. I stepped inside, not bothering to turn on the lights. I pulled his hand, directing him into the living room. I had no idea what I was doing, but decided to go with my instincts.

“Don’t move,” I told him. My hands ran from his shoulder down to his waist. He shivered under my hands.

The only light in the room came from the glow of the street lamp sneaking through the front blinds.

I pulled him closer by his waistband. His head dipped closer to mine but I moved. “Don’t move.”

He laughed but complied with my request. I lifted his shirt enough to reach his jean button. His zipper came down easily, allowing me to feel the tip of his cock with my fingers. I pulled his boxer briefs down, exposing him.

“What are you doing, Kat?”

“I want you. I want you right now.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, placing a palm on each side of my face.

He pulled my head up and I could see his eyes looking at me through the darkness. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Dillon took control, pulling me close and slowly laying me down on the couch. His body hovered over me as he placed kisses all over my neck. “Shouldn’t we go into your bedroom just in case your mom comes home?”

“No,” I responded. My breathing was unsteady and I almost panted in his ear. “She won’t be back until after one.” His head turned, exposing his ear. I nibbled on the lobe and whispered, “I want to think about this moment every time I sit on the couch.”

He pushed his body down, lifting my shirt and kissing my belly. It felt so good, I didn’t even bother worrying about him feeling my fat. With one hand he unzipped my jeans and with the other hand, he reached behind me and unclasped my bra.

My hands reached down to his head and I ran my fingers through his short hair. His kisses ignited every nerve in my body.

Sitting up, he removed his shirt. I rose up and ran my hands against his perfectly formed chest. His hands ran down my sides and pulled at my shirt until it was over my head. I let my bra fall off my arms and threw it on the floor.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, cupping my breasts with his hands.

My nipples hardened instantly and I fell back on the couch. My hips bucked up against him as the burning became almost unbearable. I felt how hard he was, which only intensified my wanting him inside me.

He put his arm under my legs and pulled my pants down, then my underwear. I was completely naked, laying on the couch, feeling very exposed but extremely sexy.

Standing up, he kicked his shoes off and took off the rest of his clothes. He stopped suddenly. “We can’t do this here.”

“What? Why?”

“Just give me a minute.” He walked towards my bedroom. A minute later he returned, picked up our clothes and reached his hand out to me.

We walked into my bedroom. A single candle was lite beside my bed. He closed the bedroom door and pulled me against his body. “I want to make this as romantic as possible.”

“Okay.” I took a deep breath, not knowing what to do. I saw him reach down and pull something from his wallet. I assumed it was a condom. I could slap myself for being so unprepared.

He led me to the bed and slowly laid me down while kissing me. His hand moved from my side, down to my thigh. His fingers made their way between my legs. His thumb pressed up against my most sensitive spot while his middle finger dipped inside me. It didn’t take long before I came unraveled beneath him.

I couldn’t speak after coming down from my high.

“Just wrap your arms around my neck and hold on.” He pushed my legs apart and eased down on top of me. He rubbed his tip against my opening. I held my breath, waiting for the pain but he left it there and looked up at me.

“I’ll go slow.” He kissed me, our tongues dancing in unison. He eased forward, pushing a little more inside me. Our lips didn’t separate.

He pushed in further and my hips bucked unintentionally. I felt the rip as he moved all the way in. I felt full and although it hurt, my head began spinning from the pleasure. He pulled back just a little and eased back in. His mouth moved to my neck. My breathing was out of control. I wanted to beg him to go faster but I didn’t want to hurt.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. You can go faster.”

He didn’t answer but pulled back until he was almost out and thrust back in. The first thrust hurt a little but after that, my body was used to him. I lifted my hips and he moved his hands to use them as leverage, pushing faster.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. Oh my God, yes. Don’t stop.” I surprised myself at my embarrassing reply but I felt amazing and something I didn’t recognize inside me was building. Suddenly, my lower muscles trembled. It felt like an out of control spasm. A loud moan rumbled in my throat.

Not a second later, Dillon moaned with me and he stopped moving. “Damn, you feel amazing.”

I looked up for a pillow or anything I could hide my face in. That was the most incredible feeling I’d ever had, but I was embarrassed by my moans and my body’s reaction to him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“That felt amazing.”

“And?”

“I’m so embarrassed,” I replied, throwing my hands over my face.

He pulled my hands away, his face inches from mine. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re beautiful and sexy. We just made love and I already can’t wait to do it again. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I lifted my head, pressing my lips against his.

The clean-up process was humiliating. I threw the blanket into my closet so I could wash it when my mom wouldn’t notice. We both stepped in the shower to clean off. I knew it was juvenile, but I couldn’t bring myself to take a shower with him. It was one thing being naked with him in the dark, another in the light.

Dillon stayed with me on the couch, watching a movie until my mom came home. She spent ten minutes going over how wonderful her night had been. At first, being around so many accomplished men had been intimidating, but she’d gotten over it once they let loose over drinks. I was so happy for my mom. We were both finally happy, and I didn’t want it to end.

Chap
ter 16

Alissa

I used my lingering headache as an excuse to stay in bed to rest. I didn't want to have to face anyone. I dreamt about losing Kat in a fire and I couldn't save her. I woke up feeling extremely guilty. I needed to find more ways to beg for her forgiveness.

Halfway through the morning, my mom left to run some errands. I was bored and no one else was home, so I decided to sneak out for a cup of my favorite coffee. After my talk with Mary, I decided I wasn’t going to continue at the gym, but hadn’t talked to Scott yet. And it was no surprise he hadn’t tried to contact me. I wanted to smack myself for thinking he’d actually cared.

I’d parked around the side of the house last night because Dillon's friend’s car was in my spot. I must have been out of it the last time I drove because I hadn't even locked my doors. There was a coffee cup still sitting in the cup holder, half full. It didn't smell very good. I picked it up to throw it out but a hand went around my mouth.

I panicked and coffee went flying into the passenger seat, spilling everywhere.

“Do not move. Start your car and drive me to the gym. Now!”

I knew the voice without having to look back at him. Walt must have found out I’d talked to Scott. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I didn't know if he had a gun or a knife but I wasn't going to take the chance. I drove to the gym as fast as I could without breaking any laws. Getting pulled over might make him do something rash. At least, that’s what happened on TV.

“Pull around the back and don't even try getting out until I pull you out.” His voice was so full of anger. I could smell his sweat. I held down the acid that crept up into my mouth.

Once the car was turned off, he got out and threw the driver’s side door open. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out. I didn't even attempt to grab my purse even though my cell phone was tucked inside the front pocket. I felt a sharp poke in my lower back and cringed. He had a gun. I’d hoped he didn't have anything, so I could try taking him down.

He led me to the back door. No one was in the big room. He pushed me up the stairs and into Scott's office. He poked with the gun. It hurt, but I didn't dare cry out.

Scott was sitting behind his desk. He jumped up when we walked in. Walt slammed the door behind us and screamed, “Do not move, asshole, or this gun will shoot right through her back.”

I closed my eyes, trying not to make any noises as he pushed me down into the chair. He held the gun up to my head. It was hard to breathe and my eyes burned, but I opened them and stared at Scott. He was staring at Walt.

“What the hell is going on?” He stood still holding up his hands.

“You're not a dumbass, Scott, so don't pretend not to know what is going on,” Walt yelled.

“Enlighten me,” he seethed through clenched teeth.

“You made me an enemy. After everything, you still made me an enemy,” he screamed. A couple drips of Walt's sweat fell down on my cheek. I felt him getting more agitated as he tightened his grip on my neck.

“I make the decisions. You're aware of how I work, but you still chose to go behind my back.” Scott wasn't yelling but his voice sounded intimidating. “You had your orders.”

I had no idea what they were talking about and I wanted answers. I screamed, “Someone tell me what the hell is going on!”

Scott didn't break his stare on Walt. Walt started laughing while his grip on my neck got tighter. “Tell her what you do, Scott. Tell her about how you decide who gets hurt. The rest of us watch over anyone you tell us to and we do all the dirty work. And now that I made my own decision, tell her how you don’t give a shit about anything I’ve done for you. Go on, tell her.”

“She has nothing to do with this. Let's take care of this, just you and me,” he said sounding calm.

Walt laughed. “She really doesn’t know all the shit you’re doing, does she?”

Scott didn’t move.

“Your boyfriend was going to have me killed. He thinks the evil has taken over me. Has he told you about his obsession with evil?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Walt!” Scott yelled.

Walt’s laughed sounded cold, dead. “I don't think he really knows what evil is. Should we show him?” His fist grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look at him.

“At first, he made sure a couple guys got drunk, and he had them beat up. Then he hooked up with a guy and had him deliver some bad drugs. That’s when Kelly died. He laid low for a while after that. He got away with it. But then, shit got real. People got hurt, some died, but Scott here made us all believe it was a good thing. Less bullies in the world.”

I stared at Scott. He didn’t show any sign that he was going to argue. “Is that true?”

His eyes finally moved to me. “I told you I would do anything to protect you. To protect others. Do you really think any of those bastards will be missed?”

“Ha!” Walt yelled. “Why didn’t you trust me, then? I was going to take one out on my own but you couldn’t handle giving anyone else some power. How about I let you hurt me and in return, I’ll take care of your slut here?”

“Please don't hurt me.” My voice came out small, like a child.

“It's not me hurting you, it's the evil.” Walt threw me down on the floor. I looked up at him, hoping I could fight back but he pointed the gun at Scott and my body froze.

“Walt, you can’t get away with this. Someone is already on the way. Just put the gun down.” A second after he said that, someone began banging on the door.

I hadn’t noticed Walt locked the door but I felt a small glimpse of relief.

Walt looked at the door. Sweat dripped down his forehead. He looked at the door, then immediately back at Scott. Scott took one step toward him. “Put it down.”

“Don’t move, asshole!” Walt yelled in a panic.

The first shot scared me so much, I screamed. The second shot came right after. Scott’s body fell to the floor. We faced each other from under the desk. He was shot twice in the chest. I could see his chest moving up and down, but that was the only movement he made. Blood pooled around him on the floor.

Walt jammed his knee in my stomach, holding me down on the floor. I didn't want to move my eyes away from Scott. His knee crushed my ribs. I tried to squirm, ignoring the pain. “Get off me! Scott!!”

“Are you watching this?” Walt looked over at Scott while holding the gun above my chest.

Scott's lips moved a little like he was trying to say something. I felt the shot in the middle of my shoulder. The pain made my whole body buck up, trying to fight him off. I had no more energy to fight. My eyes didn't look away from Scott. He lay there, trying to reach out to me.

The door flew open. I was aware of someone saying something but I couldn’t concentrate. My eyes stayed on Scott as the blood surrounding him soaked his clothes. Everything grew dark. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I couldn't.

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