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Authors: Jordan Silver
Dangerously In Love
Dangerously In Love
By
Jordan Silver
Copyright© 2014 Alison Jordan
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ROMAN
Hi I'm Roman Blair I'm a
twenty-year old college student. My girl Vicki's in her last year of high
school, she and I have been going strong for a year and a half or so, ever
since we first met.
I met her one day while out and about in our
small hometown of
Goldlake
Oregon. Let's just say she
captivated me from the start. I saw her from afar and was hooked. Something
about her just screamed ‘that’s all you bro’.
So I became her stalker, well
not exactly but it was close, wherever Vicki was, I was sure to be. If she was
going to be at the local diner hanging out with friends I would find myself in
a booth not too far from theirs. If she and some of the girls were going into
Northwick I was right behind them.
How did I know so much about
Vicki's goings and comings? Easy. Vicki and my little sister Petra were BFFs or
whatever the hell girls were calling themselves these days. Anyhow it was
summer break and I was hot on Vicki's trail, I clocked her every move before I
finally made mine. She gave me a run for my money but in the end that shit was
no match for a Blair male on the hunt.
Needless to say I won the
girl, now the only fly in my ointment was Timothy Crafton, Vicki's supposed
childhood friend. I hated that fucking guy from day one. He was way too
territorial when it came to my girl. Like the first time she introduced us and
he kept crowding her, talking about shit that I had no idea about to keep me
out of the conversation. My girl wasn't down with that shit though, so she made
sure I was included. That's the only reason that douche still had all his
molars.
We dated heavily for three
months before my girl let me make love to her completely. My baby was a virgin,
she wasn't about to give it up to just anyone and I respected that. Besides she
was only sixteen and a half at the time and I was nineteen. Before you cry
statutory rape, the age of consent here is sixteen. I'm not that kind of guy.
Besides she knew she was on lockdown from the get. I’d let her know in no
uncertain terms that she now belonged to me. So whether I took her virginity
now or later it was all good. The shit was mine.
Obviously this isn't about how we met and fell
in love we're way past that, this is about where we're at after the kiss. Let
me explain.
Something happened about six
months ago. Vicki and I broke up for two months. Here's how it happened, Vicki
got all twisted out of shape about this crazy chick named Megan. Megan and I
met at a party. I of course had no interest, but this chick was obsessed or
some shit. She started following me all around campus, somehow getting ahold of
my number and texting or calling at all hours. I tried to put her off without
hurting her feelings too much but nothing worked.
Of course as these things go
she texted me some X rated shit one weekend when I was home from school. It was
one of those long holiday weekends, and since I was addicted to my girl I made
sure to be home as often as possible. Being away from her was fucking torture,
but dad said I had to stick to my Ivy League school that was a million miles
away.
Needless to say I got my girl
setup with some Apple products, so we could do
FaceTime
,
Skype, whatever it took so we could be together. It was hard but we managed.
We'd committed to each other.
Now back to the infamous
text, since Vicki and I had no secrets from each other she and I were in and
out of each other's phones all the time. Then that Fatal Attraction bitch
fucked my shit up. Needless to say Vicki was not amused to hear how much throat
action Miss. Bennett could give a certain appendage on my anatomy. No matter
what I said she wouldn't believe me, she convinced herself that I was away at
school fucking anything in a skirt. So she broke up with me, almost fucking
killed me.
Apparently while we were on
our hiatus the douche saw this as his opportunity to move in on my territory.
What he didn't understand and what I knew wholeheartedly was Vicki and I are
meant to be. It was one of those
love
of a lifetime
things with us. Although it was killing me to be apart from her, I still kept
tabs on her through Petra, who was only too happy to help her brother out.
She's a romantic at heart.
So while I'm giving my girl
time to cool the fuck down and get her head out of her ass, this piece of shit
decides to move in on my shit. Lucky for him she rebuffed him or I would've
thrown his ass off a cliff.
By the time summer break
rolled around again she had come to her fucking senses and we were back on
track. Now a little less than six months later this shit happens. What
happened?
I'll tell you. I was on my
way to my girl and happened to see her old beat up truck parked outside
Goldlake
diner. It was winter break and I was home a few
days early.
When I pulled into the
parking lot she was coming out, but she was not alone. That fuckwad was there.
I couldn't make out what he was saying to her but it was obvious they were
arguing. I was about to get out and go to her when that asshole put his hands
on her. I saw fucking red, but what really did it is when the red haze cleared
and I was halfway out of my car; she was kissing him back. How do I know? She
had her fucking arms around his neck.
I couldn't think of anything
else to do but blow the horn. When she realized it was me she looked like her
life was about to end. Me, I just stared at her in disbelief. I don't think I
had any feeling in my body for a good two minutes. And what was that fucking
douche doing? He was smirking at me, the fuck.
ROMAN
Needless to say after that
debacle I burned rubber out of the lot with Vicki running behind my car. I
couldn't even look at her right now. How the fuck could she? I seriously had to
pull over and puke my guts out on the side of the road.
Now I'm the first to admit I'm not the most
rational of human beings and I don't forgive worth a fuck. What this meant for
us was anybody's guess. Right now I couldn’t think worth shit; my mind was in a
haze and I think my heart had stopped because I couldn’t feel it. There was a
ringing in my ears and I wanted to pass the fuck out. I barely made it to my
family’s estate without crashing out.
Vicki caught up with me at
the end of my driveway. I slammed on the brakes and jumped out to confront her.
I didn't want to take this shit to my house where my whole family was sure to
be in attendance.
Too many fucking questions.
"GET
!THE
FUCK!OUT
OF HERE." I was fucking seething.
“Roman it's not what you think." She
backed away from my anger her face red from crying.
"Not what I think, it's not about thinking
Vicki, it's what the fuck I saw. You disgust me stay the fuck away from me and
my family. Go fuck your friend for all I care." I spat at her, literally
in her fucking face. That's how fucking mad I was, me, Roman Blair, the guy who
opened doors and pulled out chairs.
I turned and headed back to
my car. I didn't give a fuck about her tears or her pleadings. I drove away
hoping she heeded my warning because if she followed me I was afraid of what
I'd do. I wouldn't be able to control my anger for much longer.
For the first time in my life I wanted to hit a
fucking woman. I seriously wanted to slap the fuck out of her then go find that
asshole and gut that fucking dog. Now I know you’re probably wondering ‘well
why didn’t you fuck them both up then and there?’ That’s easy, couldn’t think
straight for shit. That shit shocked my system or some fuck. If you knew what
this girl meant to me you’d understand but I can’t even put that shit into
words. Seeing that shit literally pierced my fucking heart, so right about now
I’m a wounded fucking animal. A wounded animal doesn’t fight he heals first and
then comes back for the motherfucker he’s marked for death. Besides it was her
ass I hated at the moment, I give a fuck about him.
I slammed through the door,
not stopping to greet anyone. I heard my mom calling for me but I ignored her
and kept going. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I was so fucking mad I thought
I might do serious harm to the next person to get in my face.
I'd changed my whole fucking life around for
her and she did this shit to me. I was on the fast track to becoming a doctor
before I was twenty-two. Yeah I forgot to mention I'm some kind of prodigy, the
only reason I wasn't a doctor as yet was because I wanted to become a
specialist. That obviously takes more time. Fuck I care.
I could've done my residency
at any one of the major hospitals in the country, but in order to be close to
her while she finished her schooling I'd chosen the local hospital.
They were only too happy to have me. The grant
monies they'd receive because of my tenure there would keep them up and running
for a long time to come. Everything was perfect. I had our lives all mapped out
and was doing everything I could to make sure she stayed happy.
Now this shit! How the fuck
am I going to stay in the same town as her now? Fucking sap.
I really fell for her act too. All innocent and
sweet, I wonder how long she'd been fucking him behind my back? Don’t think
about that shit or you’ll really fucking lose it. I tried to shut it down, to
get away from the buzzing in my head and the fucking pain in my heart. I refuse
to fucking cry and I fought every instinct to go on the hunt. I’d always
thought that if I saw another man touching what’s mine I’d kill him dead. The
thing is I’m not mad at him I’m fucking pissed at her though.
Vicki must've texted and
called me fifty times in the last half hour. I deleted the text and ignored all
her fucking calls. As far as I’m concerned she could go fuck herself.
I had my iPod in my ears listening to some
hardcore rap, which usually soothed me, and I needed some major motherfucking
soothing right about now.
Petra barged into my room unannounced.
"What the fuck Petra?"
"Roman you're being
stupid." My little pixie of a sister did not seem too happy. I was sure
her pal had called her and given her version of events, too bad she was full of
fucking shit.
"What the fuck are you talking
about?" As if I didn't fucking know.
"You know Vicki would never do what you're
thinking."
"Get the fuck out of my room. Some sister
you are."
"Roman listen to me before you throw away
the best thing that's ever happened to you."
"What the fuck is there
to say? I saw them with my own two eyes, the best thing that's ever happened to
me apparently is a two bit skanky whore."
"She was only trying to prove a point
Roman."
"Yeah, what point is that, that she's a
two timing slut? They've probably been laughing at me behind my back all this
fucking time." I knew talking about this shit was going to make me feel
violent. Petra needed to back the fuck off before she got the backlash.
"Oh Roman, she made a
stupid mistake, her heart was in the right place, she just used poor judgment
that's all." She was starting to cry, and though I usually couldn't stand
to see the women in my life cry, I couldn't find it in me to give two fucks.
Shit...I wanted to mother-fucking cry.
"Why don't you take some
time to calm down and then let her explain? "
"Get the fuck out. NOW Petra. " She
huffed out of the room. Was she mental, did she not know me at all? I saw what
I saw. No amount of talking was going to change that. Shit I didn't want to
know why the fuck she did it, there's no fucking excuse.
I hate a fucking cheat.