Authors: Michelle Love
Rachelle
Someone’s car alarm goes off outside waking me up from a deep sleep. Blake has me wrapped in his arms and his breathing is making a few hairs on the back of my neck move and it tickles me. I try to move a little, but he holds me tighter.
Is this what life will be like with Blake loving me?
Are my movements to be constricted by him always? Is it only going to be what and how he wants every little thing? Can I live that way?
He told me he loved me after we made love. Or rather he made love to me. He won’t allow me to do anything to him. To say he’s over-bearing is a bit of an understatement.
I have the necklace on he gave me with my picture in the pendant which hangs from it. It’s me when I was three and the absence of any emotion on my young face bothers me immensely.
The fact he called my old foster mother is cause for concern. He could be considered a stalker by some. Sure he sugar-coats it with the idea he wants to learn about me to help me.
But I don’t recall asking him for his help!
It’s a bit disconcerting he thinks I’m such a damn mess I need help in the first place. I mean, he’s over here thinking about how he can fix me and not looking at the fact he’s a billionaire who still lives in a tiny, old house his dead parents raised him in.
I mean, he has his issues he isn’t dealing with too!
And just what is supposed to happen now? Is he thinking he’s moving in with me and we’ll get married? Is he thinking he’ll buy a mansion here in Los Angeles and we’ll live here forever?
I don’t want to live in L.A. forever. I want to live in a woodsy area where there are actual seasons. Spring, summer, winter, fall. I’m from Texas where there is summer and some days there’s a little winter, but very little else.
Here I am in California, which ain’t a hell of a lot different. Colorado, Montana, or Wyoming have always been places I’d like to try out. But Mr. Take Charge and Let Me Fix You, may not have that in his plans for our future.
‘Our future’ now that’s something to think about!
Here it is, the third night we’ve spent together in a little over two weeks and he loves me and we need each other. No way! No damn way!
I can’t figure out why my body reacts to his like he’s the air I have to fill my lungs with. It has to be his air, no one else’s. I have to ask myself if it’s because he’s so fucking handsome or built or a combination of them both?
I don’t know who could be filled by his monster cock while looking at his golden curls, which hang around his head in the dim light, shining like a fucking halo around his gorgeous, fucking face and not think they need him!
Fuck yes I need him when he’s right there, looking at me in all his beauty and his bad ass muscles all rippling beneath my hands. Fuck yes, I want him to fill me with the pulsating, firm, wide, and long cock that feels like a satin covered cement log of pure pleasure!
Who the hell wouldn’t?
I have to wonder about the two women he said he had relationships with. Why did they break it off with him or did he break it off with them? And why was it so amicable?
Probably so they could get under him every once in a while to get another dose of Doctor, Fucks So Great.
I don’t know if I’ve only let really bad lovers into my life prior to Blake or what. But not one of the guys I’ve ever had sex with even came close to doing what he does. He’s a master! Hands down, a master!
The man looked at me and told me to come and I did. No coherent thought was going through my mind. No stimulation of any kind was happening. He just said to do it and my body was all like, ‘sure, anything you say, master.’
I can’t live this way. He’ll rule me like a king rules his kingdom. Like a shepherd rules his sheep. I’m no sheep and I don’t need to be ruled. Or held so fucking tight I can’t move.
With a forceful movement, I try to get out of his grasp, but find he holds me tight and groans a little, pulling me even closer. His soft lips touch my neck and he mumbles. “Love you, baby.”
What an ass!
I jab him in the ribs with my elbow. “Let me up, Blake!”
He jerks and releases me. “Oh, sorry, baby.”
“I have to go pee, damn!” I say as I get out of bed and stomp away to the bathroom.
“You okay, baby?” he asks.
I slam the bathroom door without answering him.
Blake
Pushing a cherry Danish towards Rachelle as she taps incessantly at her cell phone, I ask, “Do you want to talk?”
She shakes her head and pushes the food back as she seemingly ignores me. I have no idea of what I did to piss her off, but she is most definitely pissed for some damn reason.
I take the plate with the pastry on it and take it back to the little kitchen. “What would you like to do today, babe?”
Her tapping stops and I glance at her to find her looking at me with what I believe is a glare for some reason. “Oh, you haven’t already set up our day, dear?”
“That was quite the sarcastic tone. And if you want to know, I thought we might look around at some places for your restaurant.” I walk back into the living room and sit next to her on the sofa.
She scoots away a little and taps away again at her phone. “I don’t want to do that today.”
“Okay,” I say and lean over, nudging her shoulder with mine. “Wanna fool around?”
Her dark blue eyes level on mine. “No!”
Placing my hand over her phone, I press it down and take her chin in my other hand. “Okay, spill it. What has you so mad?”
“You held me to you all night!” she says with clenched teeth as if it’s some horrible thing I did. “I couldn’t even move until I hit you in the ribs to make you let me go.”
“Is that why you did that?” I rub the place on my ribcage that still is tender from that. “Baby, you could’ve just woke me up and I would’ve let you go. No need for violence.” I chuckle and she frowns.
“I tried to get away from you twice. Do you think I
need
you to hold me when I sleep? Do you think I
need
to be taken care of? Do you think I even want that?” The way her eyes go dark, and not in a good way, has me wondering what’s happening in her head.
“Look, the whole abandonment issue thing is complicated, but this is a prime example of….”
She screams and gets up. “Stop! Just stop it!” She throws her hands up in the air as she paces in the small living room. “You’re no therapist. I haven’t even looked for one as I don’t think I’m as fucked up as you think I am.”
“I never called you, fucked up, Rachelle!” I stand up too. “I just want to help…”
She holds up her little hand, stopping me. “Help me, I know. You’ve said it more than once in the last couple of weeks since we’ve known each other. By the way, Blake. Who the fuck tells someone they love them after only two weeks, huh? Talk about having issues!”
She may have just punched me in the stomach as the same amount of wind is knocked from of me. “Rachelle! Don’t act like you don’t love me too. You just don’t want to admit it yet.”
Her eyebrows go way up on her forehead. “Excuse me! Do you read minds too, Mr. I Know Everything and You Should Allow Me to Run Your Life?”
With an eye-roll, I say, under my breath, “That’s a bit of a long last name, babe. Anyway, I can tell from how you react to me that you do, if you must know.”
A loud laugh comes from her mouth and she makes some grand gestures and bows in front of me. “Well, let me be the first to bow at your feet, King of Great Sex! You are a very good lover, Blake. My body likes what you do to it, okay? It does not mean I love you! Okay?”
“What we’ve had is so much more than sex and you know it, Rachelle. It’s the fear of abandonment that has you talking and acting like this. You’re trying to push me away before you allow yourself to really fall for me. But it’s useless, cause I’m going nowhere. I’m in it for the long haul, baby.” I sit back down and she glares at me.
“Get out! Get the fuck out, Blake!” she shrieks at me. “You can’t tell me you’re not going anywhere. This is my damn house. My damn money pays the bills around here and it’s me who decides who stays here. Not you! Boss man!”
I take a deep breath and try to de-escalate this situation. “Baby, just sit down and let’s talk rationally for a minute. I know it’s early, but how about a little of that left over mimosa from yesterday to help calm you down?”
“Are you suggesting that getting me drunk will help me to fall into your little Stepford Wife ideal of what relationships are like, Blake?” she hisses at me. “I’m me. Faults and all. This is me, man!”
“Your only real fault is thinking you’re not worthy of love, Rachelle.”
“And yours is that you are a control freak.” She sits down on the opposite end of the sofa and looks away from me.
I remain quiet, hoping she’ll calm down and realize this is her issue with being left alone with nothing but strangers as her mother walked away from her, and nothing more than that. She sits back after a few minutes of intensely staring at the floor.
I scoot over a tiny bit and her eyes go narrow and I wish I would’ve waited a little longer. “Out!” she shouts as she jumps up and points to the front door. She runs into the bedroom and I hear things being tossed around.
When I go in, I find her throwing my things into my bag. I walk up and nudge her away with my shoulder. “I’ll do it. I’ll leave. If that’s what you really want. I’ll leave, baby.”
I wish I could be mad at her, but all I feel is a deep sadness as she shoves away her feelings for me. I turn to her after I have all my things packed. She walks away and opens the front door.
She looks at me with so much hurt and anger in her eyes. “Blake, take a look at your own things before you go taking a look at mine. Figure out how you should move on from the death of your parents before you think about fixing me. I’m not broken, I’m merely a human who has gone through shit, much like yourself.”
She’s right, and I just realized how right she is. “I’m sorry, Rachelle. You’re right and I can be no good for anyone until I deal with my own issues.”
I walk towards my car and she makes a little sound that has me turning back to see her sad eyes. “Blake.” She hesitates as tears start to fall down her pink cheeks. “Have a nice life.” She closes the door, leaving me alone with what I’ve done.
What have I done?
Kip
“The kid’s barely walking and already I’m tripping over his shit!” I shout as I hold my toe I stubbed on Pax’s toy truck which apparently is made out of real steel.
Peyton frowns at me. “I think it’s time to stop using foul language, Daddy.”
Pax takes his toy from me and looks up at me with a smile. “Dada,” he says. “Chit.”
I raise my eyebrows as Peyton glares at me. “Gotta go meet Blake. See ya.” I run from the room and out to the garage door.
I climb into my tall, four-wheel-drive pickup truck. Blake called and wants to meet for drinks at a little bar nearby. Seems he and Rachelle have had a bit of a falling out and he needs some advice.
His little rental is parked in the parking lot as I pull up and he gets out once he sees me. He waves and I hop out of my truck and make my way to him. “Hey there, bloke. Sorry to hear ‘bout your bad times. She’s a tough one, I can tell ya that much.”
He looks at me like I’ve said something looney. “I asked you if she had something wrong with her when I first laid eyes on her and you said there wasn’t. You sang her praises if I remember correctly.”
“Did I?” I ask as I clap him on the back and we walk into the bar. “I’m nearly positive I told ya she has intimacy issues. Didn’t I?”
“No, you did not, Kip!” Blake says as he walks into the dark bar in front of me.
“I.D. please,” the doorman asks Blake.
“He’s of age and with me,” I say and the doorman waves us on.
Blake turns back, wallet in hand. “No cover charge?”
“Not for me, mate.” I steer him to a corner booth and he settles in one side while I take the other. “So tell me what all happened.”
“I have no idea where to start,” he moans and looks so sad.
“Ya know, it happens to us all, mate.” I tell him as the waitress comes to our table with a bottle of Hypnotic and two shot glasses.
“You didn’t even order,” Blake says as he looks across the table at me.
“They know what I like. Do you like this?” I ask with a gesture to the light blue liquor.
He shrugs. “I’ve never had it.”
I nod at the young waitress in the tight shirt and short skirt. “That’ll be all.”
I watch Blake and notice he doesn’t even look at the beautiful girl as she walks away. “Damn it man, you have it bad for our Rachelle. Your work is cut out for ya, I’m afraid.” The way his eyes sag at the corners lets me know he has genuine feelings for Rachelle. “Tell ya what I think will do the trick, mate.”
He’s all ears for my advice and I cross my fingers I’m not going to make this situation worse with it.