Mine, Not Hers (True Love Book 1) (22 page)

Jason

Holy shit. My heart is racing. Why is she here? Who am I kidding; I know why she’s here. She doesn't think I’m going to show up tonight. This was a dangerous move for her; she must be getting desperate. If I weren’t so worried about what this crazy woman is capable, this would have been over long ago. To be honest, I really thought it would have been. I thought that if I just left everything alone, she would tire of the chase.

I know from the private investigator that she’s hardly been celibate. I truly believed she would disappear, and Katie and the kids would be safe. The hatred I feel for this person is palpable. I feel the blood pounding in my head, and it takes everything in my power not to strangle her here and now. But Katie deserves better than a killer for a husband. I have to end this right, and
permanently
. I stumble a little as she approaches. Come on, brain, work! Be convincing and hold her off. The security system! That might work.

I feel sweat on my brow.

“It’s OK baby, I turned those off. It’s just you and me,” she informs me after I tell her about the cameras.

Of course she did. Fuck! Jesus, she’s lifting her skirt. I have to stop this. I put her off by telling her I want her at the hotel later.

She’s staring at me blankly. I wish I knew what she’s thinking. She grabs my hand quickly and shoves it up her skirt straight into her naked crotch. I feel her wetness, and she’s completely shaven. I pull back like my hand is on fire.

I tell her I’ll see her at the hotel within an hour. She seems skeptical, but agrees. I don’t trust this bitch as far as I can throw her. Of course, right now I feel like I could throw her body across Lake Michigan, so maybe that’s a bad analogy. I’ve put her off for now, but I have to face her later.

Katie

Colleen, Melanie and I go looking for Jason. The feeling has subsided a little bit, but I can’t tell if the danger has passed or if I just feel better after having my session with Sienna. Either way, I’m desperate to find him and make sure he’s all right.

He said he was going to his office. No one is there this time of day on weekends, so he and I can talk in private. I’ll have the girls wait in the car. We get to his office in record time, but no car. Jason said he was going to be here! I stop the car in the parking lot, and shoot him a text:
Hey, sweetheart, where are you?

No answer. That’s not like him. I wait a couple more minutes, and then send another:
I’m worried about you working too hard honey. I wanted to stop by and say hello. Where are you?

Still no answer. I sit and stare at my phone, willing it to produce a response from him. Colleen disrupts my thoughts.

“Tom just sent me a text. Says he just saw her at the bar in the hotel. He and his colleagues are having an early dinner before the festivities tonight. He said she came in alone, downed two shots and got a bottle of wine and two glasses that she took with her to the elevators. She must be expecting someone.”

Jason must be on his way over there. Maybe that’s why I felt he was in distress.

“OK, let’s go.”

Jason

My hands are wet, and they’re shaking on the steering wheel. The rage I feel exceeds every other emotion in my life. If she thinks I’m letting her get away with this, she’s crazier than I realize. Katie will understand, I know she will. Once I get a chance to explain everything to her, I know she’ll believe me.

I’m upset with myself that I ever let this get so out of control. My personal and professional reputations mean everything to me. How my wife, my kids and my colleagues view me is more important than anything. I’ve been willing to suppress my disgust for this woman and ignore what she’s done just so everything didn’t come out in the open. Sure, I’m innocent, but she would definitely make the case that we had consensual sex and that plants doubt. I’ve worked too hard to let lies ruin me.

I kept a distant watch on her for a while with the hopes that she would move on to someone else. There were a few stretches of time where I didn’t hear anything from her, and my P.I. didn’t have much to tell, either. Just when I would get my hopes up or forget, she would pop up or contact me, and the crazy cycle would start again. I have to make her see that chasing me is fruitless. I know that restraining orders and police involvement rarely help in the case of stalkers. This has to be done the right way to keep her out of my life for good. I just pray my temper doesn’t get the better of me.

Cynthia

He should be here soon. I didn’t think I could get more turned on than I was seeing him at his office, but I am. The two tequila shots at the bar helped settle me down, but didn’t slow my need. My pussy is so ready for him.

This will be the night.

I’m so glad he finally came to his senses and agreed. I was beginning to think I would have to step things up to get him to notice me. I really thought that our night in the hotel had changed his mind, but the problem with “ruffies” is that he couldn’t remember how sexy we were together. Such a shame, too. I printed those photos, and they hang proudly on my wall. Too bad I couldn’t get his cock to work. Not that I didn’t try. Poor thing was too passed out that night. Not tonight. He’ll be alert and
hard
. His dick was everything I had imagined it to be, even better. If he was that big soft, I can only begin to imagine how huge he’ll be when he’s hard. Hard, and wanting me, just me, not his little bitch of a wife. I almost come just thinking about his dick. My hand slips into my panties, and the heat is intense. Maybe I should masturbate before he gets here, so I don’t come too quickly.

I grab my pussy, and shove three fingers deep inside. My thumb rubs against my clit, and my hips buck against my hand. I come quickly and loudly. That should slow my heart rate enough so that I can enjoy our foreplay. He’s in for the best night of his life. Assuming, of course, he’s coming here to cooperate. Any sign he’s here for the wrong reason, and I may just have to show him my newest toy. I’ve been taking lessons for “protection,” but I’m not the one who’ll need it. I’m tired of his dicking me around, changing his number, not showing gratitude for the sexy pictures I send, and ignoring me when I know he
knows
I’m close him. I know I won’t have to use it though. It just took time for him to come around.

The best things are worth waiting for, and he’s now mine after all this time. We’ll finally be together.

Katie

“Tom is expecting me to go with him tonight to the cocktail hour and dinner. This is really the best time for the spouses to schmooze and befriend potential clients and bosses. Can you two handle everything without me?” Colleen asks, with genuine concern. I feel guilty enough that I’ve ruined her trip with all this craziness; I’m surely not going to ruin Tom’s, too.

“Of course, we’ll be fine. I just want to confront her with him and hear the whole story. We’ll show her that our love can’t be broken, no matter what she tries to do. I’ll also threaten her with a little blackmail about her past if I have to. I hope she’ll see I mean business. Melanie’s enough of a backup, right Mel?”

She’s staring at me blankly, as if she wasn’t listening.

“Yeah, OK. I may feel like a bit of a third wheel, though. Are you sure you even want me there?  This is between the three of you. How about I stay in Tom and Colleen’s room, and you can call me if you need me.”

That probably would be the best option. If I come in there with my friends, it might look as if I don’t trust Jason. I can’t show that bitch a hint
of weakness.

“OK, you’re right. I’ll call if I need you for anything. You two are my only witnesses of the evidence against her, though, so keep your phones on,” I say with half a smile, indicating I’m aware how nuts this situation really is. We pull into the hotel parking garage, and it’s packed with cars and people. It will take forever to get a spot and get inside.

Jason

I pull into the semicircular portico in front of the hotel. I can barely get my door open before the valet appears. The kid is excited to get behind the wheel of my car.

“Thanks. I won’t be here long, so don’t park it too far away.”

I throw him the keys and a twenty so he’ll cooperate. After I speak with her, I want to get the hell out of Dodge as fast as I can.

I should have changed clothes. I’m out of place here, especially with the big event going on tonight. I know some people who will be here; I’m just praying they don’t see me. Luckily, the elevator banks are in the opposite location from the main ballroom where most of the guests are headed. Being tall has its advantages, but blending into a crowd isn’t one. I drop my head low, and keep my sunglasses on. Fortunately, no one seems to care. The attendees are preening about in their gowns and tuxedos; no one is paying attention to me.

I make it to the elevators, and punch the “up” button. Shit! I can’t remember her fucking room number. No way am I going back down to the crowded lobby and ask registration: “Excuse me sir, room of the crazy bitch?” Then I remember: She texted it to me. I pull up the messages and see it: Room 532. I press “5” and wait. My heart is racing; I’m trying to calm down. I don’t want to show my hand too quickly; she’ll just get on the defensive. This has to work. This is my last chance to get away from this nonsense without anyone getting hurt. At least, anyone I care about.

The elevator is quick, and arrives at her floor while I’m still trying to catch my breath. I head down the long hall, and find 532 almost at the end. I raise my hand to knock, and the door behind me opens.

“Hi, sexy,” she says, like a purr. I’m thrown off a little.

“I thought you said 532?”

“I did, sweetheart. I just needed to make sure you would be alone. If you had shown up with someone else, I would've been able to see. I’ve been watching for you for a while. Would you like some wine? I got a bottle to celebrate this night. I’ve already made myself come once, so I can hold back a little. I need tonight to last. I’ll try not to make you come too quickly, either. But don’t worry, I have my ways of getting it hard again, fast.”

Oh my God, who talks like that? I feel like this is a bad porno, and I’m the pizza-delivery boy. It almost makes me laugh, but I wouldn’t dare, not with that look in her eyes. She opens the wine and pours two large glasses. I watch her closely; I know what she can do to a glass of wine. I need be careful how I speak to her. She has to develop her own conclusions about me, and not feel as if I’m talking her out of anything.

“Cynthia, why have you been trying to get with me for so long? You’re so beautiful; you could have any man out there. Why me?”

If anyone I knew just heard that, they would know I was lying. I can barely get the words out without gagging. Her ego seems to buy it, though, so I’m on the right track. I take a sip of wine, and try to look interested.

“Oh, Jason, from the first time I laid eyes on your gorgeous self, I knew I had to have you. I’ll admit, you made me so wet I thought I would come in my shorts right there in that first class. I thought that like most guys, I would fuck you and move on. There’s something else about you, though, something deep and true. You’re a genuine soul, unlike anyone I’ve ever come across.”

Great. Lucky me.

“Men have always fallen at my feet, and if they were lucky, I chose to fuck them. Some I fucked for fun, some for power and others just to screw with their minds. They always come begging for more, and they never get it. It’s a high, really. To feel that needed and wanted is a rush. Problem is, it gets old. Like any junkie, I needed more of that to just get by.

“When you rejected me, that was a first for me. It really turned me on. Not only are you drop-dead gorgeous, the fact that you would shut me down like that so easily was a rush. No way was I ever going to back down until I had you. I just need you to see how happy I can make you. How my pussy will make you so much happier than your wife’s. How perfect we’ll be together as a couple
.
Most men are so weak, but not you. You’re a good family man, and that’s what I want. Someone who will be strong for me and love me, and fuck my pussy raw as much as I need it.”

Jesus Christ.

“I’ve watched you for years, Jason. I know your habits and your patterns. I know what time your kids go to school. I know what time you go to work on Tuesdays. I knew about the first time you had to go out of town, and I booked a trip to go with you. I was on your flight to New York and you never knew. Of course, I think you did know it, and liked it, but you couldn’t show me. Don’t worry, I knew.”

She’s walking slowly toward me tapping her wine glass with one long, fire-red fingernail. I’ve never seen a more frightening sight in my life. Her look is intense.

“So you see, baby, we are meant to be together. I’m glad you came to your senses sooner rather than later. I knew the picture of me fucking that guy would help. It drove you crazy with jealousy, didn’t it?”

She looks hopeful. I slowly nod my head. Think, brain; say
something
!

“I was beginning to feel impatient. After all, a girl can only wait in the tower for her Prince Charming for so long, right? Time is of the essence, too. I have some good news for you.”

She is face to face with me and she takes my hand. She places it on her stomach.

“I’m pregnant, sweetheart! You’re going to be a daddy!”

What?

“What the
fuck
are you talking about?? We’ve never fucked! It’s not mine!”

I jerk away from her, trying my best to calm down enough to speak. She goes first.

“Well, I know that, silly. I think I got pregnant with my boss. I’m pretty sure it was him. He’s married and old, and I just wanted you and me to have a baby. I thought about waiting to tell you until after we make love tonight so that you would know it was yours. In my heart it
is
yours and always will be. My little baby Jason.”

She’s rubbing her belly, and I feel like I’m going to pass out. She is full-blown crazy. Thank God in heaven I couldn’t get an erection when she drugged me. She could have gotten pregnant then, and my life would have been screwed. I thought I could come here and tell her that she’d be better off without me, and send her on her way. What a stupid fool I’ve been. I had no idea she was this far gone.

She tries to close the space I created between us.

“Jason, sweetheart, it’s OK for us to fuck. It’s perfectly natural to have sex while pregnant if that’s why you’re worried. You look upset, but I know you’re happy, right?”

I swear that if her head started spinning around and she began to spew green vomit, I’d be less shocked than I am right now. I back away again, slowly.

“Look, Cynthia, it’s not going to work like that. You need someone better than me. I can’t be the man you think I am. You need someone who will care for you like you deserve. I have a wife and two kids who are my responsibility. Don’t you want to start a life with someone who can give you all the attention you need? Even if I leave Katie, I’ll still have my kids. You’ll have to share me, don’t you see?”

She erupts.
“Don’t you ever say her name to me, Jason! She’s just a little bitch who trapped you in high school!”

She’s screaming at the top of her lungs. She was so calm and cool five seconds ago.

“I will fucking kill her before I let her get in our way anymore! Your kids, too!
They
don’t need you,
I
do!”

She’s running around the room like she’s looking for something, I try to get in front of her, but she pushes past me to the nightstand.

Oh my God. She’s got a gun, and it’s pointing right at my chest.