My head was running and I didn't know
where to begin. I only had a semester left of college; could I make
it through before packing up and leaving? I always knew this day
was coming; I had been dreading it. I lay down on my bed and
breathed a heavy sigh, trying to clear my head before Stefan got
here. How was I going to get through this date when my mind was
stuck on my sorry excuse for a father?
Tears began to form in my
eyes; I was trying so hard to fight them back. I heard the doorbell
ring so I quickly wiped the tears away as I went to the front
door.
Please let me get through
tonight.
I opened the door and saw Stefan's
Mercedes in the drive way. He was standing against it wearing dark
Rock Revival Jeans with white stitching and a white long sleeve
Henley shirt that was tight around his biceps. My knees were weak
from the sight.
I smiled and closed the door, trying
to steady myself so I could walk to his car. He was looking me up
and down, drinking me in. He met me once I stood on the bottom step
and I grabbed his forearm to let him walk me to his car. I got
inside and buckled my seat belt, smoothing my dress down. I felt a
little over dressed, but I wasn't sure what he had planned for us.
I tried to get my father out of my head, but he just kept coming
back.
"You are making it very hard to keep
my hands off of you, Miss. White." He smiled a sly smile while
starting the engine to life. I didn't respond, I was to wound up in
my own thoughts to thank of a comeback. I smiled and returned my
gaze out the window.
We sat silent in the car
just sneaking glances every now and again. After about ten minutes
we pulled up to a little restaurant,
The
Coach House
, that was surrounded by trees
and bushes and lay pushed backed off the road in a quiet, dark
place.
Shit, this place is
expensive.
I had never eaten here because
it was way out of my budget, but I heard it was
excellent.
“
Have you eaten here?”
Stefan turned the ignition off and unbuckled his seat
belt.
“
No, it’s really
expensive.” He shrugged and got out of the car, walked around to my
door and opened it. I took his hand and climbed out. All the cars
parked in the lot were very luxury vehicles.
This much be a hangout for the rich and famous
people.
He held my hand as we walked
inside.
“
Good evening, welcome to
The Coach House. Do you have a reservation?”
A woman stood behind the podium, about
my age stood. She had blonde hair, pulled up into a high pony tail,
and was dressed in all black, making her appear extremely thin. A
huge smile flashed across her lips as she spotted
Stefan.
“
Yes, it’s under Long,”
Stefan answered. She typed his name into the computer, then smiled
at him as she grabbed two menus.
“
Right this way.” We
followed her through the busy dining area and into a private room.
This place was amazing filled with low lighting and a burning
fireplace beside our table. Curtains separated us from everyone
outside in the dining area. Pictures and lights hung on the wall
and huge French doors with windows on either side showed a wide
selection of wine bottles.
Stefan pulled my chair back as I took
my seat.
“
Amanda will be your server
tonight; she’ll be right with you.” She laid the menus down and
then flipped her hair over her shoulders; smiling at Stefan before
exiting the rooms.
“
Do you always have that
affect on women?”
“
I’m not sure what you’re
talking about.” A smile grazed the outside of his lips.
“
Hello, how are you two
this evening? Can I get you two any wine this evening?” Our
waitress greeted us.
Stefan smiled at her before looking
back down at his menu. “We will have a bottle of the Chardonnay ZD,
please.” Our waitress nodded and walked out of the room.
She returned a moment later with a
bottle of wine in a bucket of ice. She uncorked the wine bottle
with ease and poured our glasses.
“
Thank you,” I said with a
smile.
“
Are you ready to
order?”
“
Do you mind?” Stefan
looked at me. Not like I knew what I wanted here anyways. I nodded
at him as I took a drink of my wine.
Oh
my, this is delicious.
“
Two sautéed dover sole
with caesar salads, please.” I almost spit my wine out as I looked
at the price of our meal; $52 per plate.
“
I will get that right
out.” She took our menus and headed out of our private dining
area.
“
Did you happen to look at
the price?” I couldn’t hide the amazement in my voice.
“
Pocket change to
me.”
“
Do you come here often?” I
smirked at him.
“
Sometimes. They have a
wonderful selection of wine.”
Eighteen
pages.
He took a drink of his wine and sat
it down before staring at me with hunger in his eyes. “Jennifer,
you do something to me I’ve never experienced before. All I can
think about is touching you and making you scream my name.” My face
instantly went red.
Was he serious?
I took another drink of my wine.
Was he seriously like a dom kind of a
guy?
“
I…I’m sorry?” I stumbled
out.
“
You heard me.” He leaned
down closer to me. “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk
straight.” He leaned back in his chair, slowly licking his bottom
lip.
I damn sure wasn’t hearing him
right.
“
Are you uh, like, a,
dominate?” I couldn’t get the words out.
“
Sort of.” He took a drink
of his wine.
“
What do you mean sort
of?”
“
I need to be dominant in
the bedroom and I like to be dominant in everyday
life
, but I’m not as intense as other ones
I have met. But I will say that once I’m inside of you, you belong
to me and only me. I will take care of your every need.”
Someone sure is
cocky.
“
How do you know we’re
going to, ya know, have sex?”
Stefan took another drink of his wine
and then looked at me with a devilish smile. He leaned in close to
me again and I breathe deeply. He smells like the ocean; the
fragrance intoxicating. “You are such a sexy little tease. Don’t
make me take you right here. I want you in my bed the first time I
hear you shouting my name.” I squeezed my legs tighter as I felt
the heat begin to rise from my core.
Our waitress returned with our salads
and set them down in front of us. I opened my napkin and laid it on
my lap as I grabbed my salad fork and started eating. “Your dinner
should be out very soon. Are you two still doing okay?”
“
Yes, we’re fine, thank
you.” Stefan answered her. She smiled and walked off leaving us
alone again.
“
Do you like it?” Stefan
asked, interrupting my thoughts of his gorgeous body lying on top
of me.
“
Yes, very good.” I picked
a couple of leafs of lettuce off my plate with my fork and put it
in my mouth. Stefan leaned over and wiped my bottom lip softly with
his finger, taking the dressing off. Staring directly into my eyes,
he put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. I felt myself
become more wet watching him.
Once we finished our salads, the
waitress brought us our entrees. The fish looked like a piece of
art; centered on the plate, drizzled with lemon juice with a lemon
wedge on the side. Everything seemed to have been placed with
perfect precision. People weren’t lying when they say you eat with
your eyes first. After a couple of delicious bites, I looked up at
Stefan. He was staring at me, smiling, his food still
untouched.
“
You are so fucking sexy.”
He cut a piece of his fish and put it in his mouth. I looked at him
wide-eyed as I continued eating my dinner. I tried to calm myself;
now was neither the time nor the place to be thinking about Stefan
possessing my body. I still struggled with the sexual attraction I
felt for Stefan. He was drawing me towards him and I couldn't turn
back, even if I wanted to.
Once we’d finished eating, our
waitress brought us our check and Stefan handed her a wad of cash
before grabbing my arm and quickly walking back outside to his car.
Stefan opened my door for me and I sat down in the seat as he
closed it firmly behind me. I couldn't stop watching him as he
walked around the car and opened the driver’s door. He slid into
his seat, and instantly flew over the console, crashing his lips
into mine. “I am not sure if I can wait until my house. I want to
claim you here and now,” he breathed aggressively into my mouth.
His breath was hot and tasted like the wine we just had.
Stefan ran his hands down my legs,
stopping at the bottom of the hem. “I love your dress.” A low growl
escaped his mouth as he found the thong I was wearing under my
dress. He shifted my dress further up my thigh as he pushed my
thong aside so he could carefully dance around my lips with his
fingers. He leaned in and started kissing me again, finding my
tongue with his.
“
You are so fucking wet.”
He moaned in my mouth. I was so wet for him, waiting for him to
claim me, to do whatever he wanted to do to me. He pulled his
finger back and my eyes flew open.
Why did
he stop?
With no warning, Stefan pushed his
two fingers inside me, making me cry out in pleasure.
“
Oh shit, baby.” He grabbed
my hair and pulled my head back, kissing my neck. I reached over
trying to touch him but he pulled my hand away, placing it back on
my lap.
“
Come for me, Jennifer,
now.” His words were like a trigger; I cried out his name as I fell
apart all over him. He pulled his fingers out as a wave of
emptiness washed over me. I opened my eyes and looked over as
Stefan brought his two fingers to his mouth, slowly sucking on
them, making me hot all over again.
“
You taste delicious,
fucking delicious.” He leaned in and kissed me, I could taste
myself on his lips. He pulled back and reached inside his pocket,
grabbing his lit up phone. He put it to his ear but said nothing;
he hung it up and put it back into his pocket. “Stay here, I’ll be
right back.” He opened the door and got out. He walked a few steps
over to the waiting black SUV.
My heart dropped as I watched Stefan's
face turn angry. What was being said? I started worrying. Stefan
walked back to the car in a hurry and opened the door. He sat down
and looked at me with a frown. He leaned over and pulled the seat
belt down across me and buckled it, than buckling his
own.
"Stefan, what is going on?"
"You remember my ex-girlfriend that
held me hostage?" He whipped the car around, gunning it towards the
exit. I grabbed the side handle on the door, I was suddenly feeling
very scared.
"Uh....yeah, a little bit. What's
going on? Can you slow down please before you kill us both?" He cut
out in traffic, not even waiting for the light to turn green. I
wanted to get out of the car! He was a mad man!
“
Charles discovered that
she has been released from Seattle Mental Institute and that she is
looking for me. She knows I live in Dallas but our picture was
splashed on the front cover of all the gossip magazines this week
so I assume she knows I am here on business.” He growled in
frustration. “I’m going to sue the bastard who took our
picture!”
Everything inside me went dark. My dad
had knew where I was because he probably saw the magazine. I
couldn't talk, I couldn't think. He was worried about his crazy,
psychopath ex-girlfriend and all I could think about was my drunk,
dead beat dad.
Before I knew it we had pulled up to
my place with the SUV pulling up right behind us. Kennedy and Ayden
weren't home yet, so the house was empty. I suddenly felt alone.
Stefan opened the door and grabbed my hand, pulling me, a little
harder than normal, out of the car. He spun me around so we met
chest to chest. He stared into my eyes; his eyes were smoky and
uneasy.
"Jennifer, I will let nobody hurt
you...nobody. Please trust me. I will kill anyone who lays a hand
on you." He leaned his forehead on mine and closed his eyes for a
moment. When he opened them again, I could see the flames; they
pulled me in.
"I promise. Do you believe me? Do you
trust me Jennifer?" He looked into my eyes waiting for an answer.
All I could do was nod; I felt like I had a cotton ball in my
throat, I just couldn't form the words
"Answer me." He pulled his forehead
back from mine.
"Yes-I trust you" I stammered
out.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to
the front door with Charles following very close behind us. As I
opened it, he looked over at me angrily, realizing I didn't unlock
it.
"You need to have all of your doors
and windows locked at all times. Is that understood
Jennifer?"
"Y-Yes" My voice was shaky. I reached
over and thumbed the number into the security system. Charles was
behind us, and side stepped to get around us and started walking
through the house with his hand over his gun that was secured on
his side. There was no way this was happening. After a few minutes
Charles reappeared from upstairs and looked at Stefan. "The house
is fine, Sir. No sign of anyone being in here at all. I think
she’ll be fine with the windows and door locked and the security
system on. I’ll wait outside for you."