Hey There, Delilah... (28 page)

Now that Delilah has gone to the bathroom, I take the time to give Veronica a piece of my mind. The whole situation has been eating at me. What Veronica did to Delilah by sleeping with her boyfriend and then calling her frumpy and unattractive tonight. She pissed me off big time and I don’t plan on letting her get away with it.

I spot her over by the doors that lead out to the lobby area, chatting it up with a couple
of other women. I walk over and clear my throat to get her attention. Veronica looks up at me and cocks a perfectly arched eyebrow in question.

“I’d like to speak with you for a moment,” I say in a business-like manner.

“Sure,” she says flippantly and follows me out into the lobby.

I glance down the hall that leads to the bathrooms. No Delilah, good, I’ll just make this quick.

“Listen Veronica, I really did not appreciate the way you spoke to Delilah earlier…” I start but Veronica grabs my head and yanks me down.

Her lips crush against mine. My arms flail for a moment before I latch onto her upper arms. I try to pull away but her nails dig into the back of my head to the point where she would probably draw blood if I pull any hard
er. What the fuck is she doing?

I hear a sharp gasp behind me a
s well as a couple of cackling witches. Shit! Now I know what is going on and there is no way that this is going to end well. Veronica just set me up. When we broke up – well, I dumped her – she said that she would get me back for it. I thought that she was over it because she has been fairly civil whenever we saw each other or spoke due to the charity. Boy, was I wrong. Veronica finally sheathes her claws and lets out a throaty giggle.

“Oh, Nic
k, of course I’ll take you back. You don’t have to beg,” she says loud enough for it to reach Delilah’s ears.

I close my eyes. Motherfucker. I am going to kill this woman. I turn, my stomach rolling when I
see the devastation in her eyes - the disbelief, the grief, the resignation, the mistrust. I open my mouth to tell Delilah that this is not what it looks like, but she speaks first.

“You bitch!” Delilah sp
its with utter disgust and hatred as she starts forward, her hands balled into fists at her side.

Veronica runs her hand down my arm. “It’s not my fault that all
of your men would rather be with me, Delilah,” she says, her snarky tone irritating the fuck out of me.

Then, as if in slow motion, Delilah socks Veronica
right in the nose. I wince as I hear the crunch of bone and the scream of pain. Delilah just broke Veronica’s nose! She is now sitting on her ass, hand covering her gushing nose as she screams. I can’t help but smile.
Holy Catfight!  This can be a chapter in the Adventures of Frump Girl.  Shut up, moron.  This is serious!

“Nice shot, Doll,” I say be
fore I can think twice. Damn it!  That was probably not the best thing to say.

Delilah turns her furious gaze on me, but now there are tears streaming down her be
autiful face. “How could you?” she whispers.

I can hear the pain in
her every word and it breaks my heart. “Delilah, sweetheart, you can’t honestly believe her,” I rasp.

I take a step toward her, my arms outstretched, but she backs away from me.

Delilah’s eyes search mine. “First, I have those two sluts…” she points to the two women still standing by the bathroom door, looks of shock on their faces. “…come in the bathroom talking about how you’ve been trying to get Veronica back and that you are just using me to make her jealous. Then, when I come out, here you are, kissing her,” Delilah says, the “her” sounding like it is the most disgusting word in the English language

“It’s a set up, she’s been trying to get me back since I dumped her, I swear to God!” I plead.

“I knew it! I called it when she first asked for your help with the desserts, and you let me go on and on thinking that I’m just being a jealous asshole, but I was right! I knew there was no way she would just ask for your help without an ulterior motive. Ex-girlfriends are not that nice.” Delilah laughs bitterly.

I gape at her for a moment. “I didn’t realize what she was doing…”

“You didn’t pull away from her; you just let her kiss you. Her lipstick is smeared all over your mouth,” Delilah states, her gaze turning cold and hard.

I use the sleeve of my shirt and scrub Veronica’s lipstick off my mouth. “She
was gripping my head, Delilah. I couldn’t pull away without her nails sinking into my scalp,” I say, trying to show her with my eyes that I am telling her the absolute truth.

Delilah starts shaking her head slowly. “I don’t know if I can believe you,” she says sadly.

A crowd has now formed around us. A couple of people are helping Veronica and her bleeding nose, while others are just watching from a safe distance. I reach out to take Delilah’s hand, and surprisingly, this time, she lets me.

“Doll, I would neve
r do something like this to you. I know how badly it would hurt you. Why on earth would I want to hurt you like this?” I say, trying to reason with her.

Delilah shakes her head agai
n. “I don’t know,” she whispers, “I need to go.”

She pulls her hand away and starts for the door.

“Let me go grab my coat and…” I start, but she cuts me off, turning back around to me.

“No, I want to be alon
e,” she says in such a way that I know there will be no changing her mind.

I swallow hard and give her a jerky nod. She stares at me for a moment before turning back around and walking out. I stand there, staring at the door. What the hell just happened? The anger slams into me like a ton of bricks. I whirl around and glare at Veronica, who is still sitting on the floor, but now with a wad of paper towels pressed up to her nose. Her eyes are already turning black and blue.

“If she leaves me, I am going to make your life a living hell,” I growl.

“She’s a loser anyway.  I
t’s not going to be that big of a loss,” Veronica replies nasally.

Red hazes my vision and I
didn’t even realize that I started forward until someone grabs my arm to stop my motion. 

“You fucking cunt! I love her!” I scream at the stupid bitch that may have just ruined my life.

Veronica’s eyes widen slightly. I can see the moment that she actually realizes what she’s done. She doesn’t apologize, though, and I really don’t expected her to. She has too much pride for that.

“How could you love her and not me? What could she possibly have that I don’t?” Veronica sneers from behind her wad of paper towels.

“Everything! She is twice the woman you will ever be! You are nothing compared to her!” I shout at her.

I fight the urge to spit on her as I yank my arm away from who
mever it is that has a hold on it. I go back into the ballroom to grab my tuxedo jacket before storming out of there. Delilah must have taken a cab because the limo and driver are waiting for me outside. What a fucking disaster!

I get in the limo and the driver asks where to go. I start to tell him my address, but change my mind and give him Delilah’s
instead. I am not going to lose her, not now. I’m in love with her. I planned on telling her tonight, but then this shit happened and screwed everything up. I scrub my hand roughly over my jaw in irritation.

I stare out
of the window of the limo as we drive. A flash of red catches my eye and I do a double take. Sonofabitch! I yell at the driver to pull over and as soon as the limo stops, I jump out.

“Are you fucking crazy?
You can’t walk around New York City at midnight dressed like that!” I squawk as I make a beeline right for Delilah, who is walking down the sidewalk in bare feet. Her heels are dangling from the finger of one hand while she is holding up her dress with the other.

Delilah jumps, her head snapping up to look at me. My chest aches when I see the black streaks of makeup
running down her cheeks and her red nose. Fucking Veronica. Delilah’s initial shock in seeing me quickly fades and anger replaces it.

“What the hell do you care?” She snarls and shoves past me.

“Delilah, enough! You have to be blind to think that I don’t care about you,” I say, grabbing her arm before she can walk by me.

“You just kissed another woman in front of me!” she shrieks, almost hysterically.

“She kissed me, dammit! I did not kiss her back! She was just about ready to scalp me if I tried to pull away!”

“Whatever.
It seems to me that all men are just a bunch of liars and I can’t trust any of you.” Delilah snorts, tugging her arm out of my grasp.

“Bullshit,” I snap. “Can we please just go back to my place and talk this out?”

“I don’t want to talk this out! What I want is for you not to have kissed Veronica!” She yells at me.

“I didn’t…” I start, but stop myself. We are getting nowhere fast
with this. “You know what, forget it, let’s go,” I say and grab her wrist and start to drag her toward the limo.

“Hey! What are you doing?
” Delilah gasps in disbelief.

“I’m not leaving you out here in the middle of the night to get raped, so
let’s go,” I say sternly.

“No! I’m not going anywhere with you, you lying, cheating bastard!” She grinds out and tries to yank her hand away, but I’m not letting her go…ever.

The next thing I know, she has a handful of my hair and is yanking my head back. I cry out in pain because, goddamn, does that hurt! I stumble backwards, having to let go of her so that I can catch myself as I fall on my ass. She starts running down the sidewalk in her bare feet. You’ve got to be kidding me. I sigh as I get up and race after her. I catch up to her in a matter of seconds; her petite legs are no match for my much longer ones. Plus, her big ole titties are not properly contained and she has to use one hand to hold them so they don’t go flying out of her dress.

I catch her around the waist, spin her around
, and toss her over my shoulder. She screams and starts kicking her legs. She pounds on my back with her tiny fists. Does she really think that she’s going to hurt me? I laugh to myself. She’s so cute. I start back to the limo with her kicking and screaming like a little kid. I give her ass a firm swat, making her yelp.

“Hey!”

“Stop fighting me or there will be more where that came from,” I say seriously.

“Put me down! I don
’t want to go anywhere with you. I’ll take my chances on the street,” Delilah whines.

“You will not, and we are going to work this out,” I say with certainty.

She makes an aggravated noise before jabbing me in the back with one of her heels. I grit my teeth against the pain and swat her ass again, harder this time.

“Ow!” s
he says in a mixture of shock and pain.

“You started it,” I reply.

I finally get her back to the limo and dump her onto the backseat before climbing in myself. I slam the door shut and give the driver my address. I can see his smirk in the rearview mirror and I fight back my own.

Delilah sits
as far from me as she can, her arms crossed over her chest, pout firmly in place. I hit a button and a solid glass divider rises, closing us off from the driver giving us complete privacy. I scoot closer to her, trying to get her attention.  I need to touch her, so I grab her hand, and she lets me, but she doesn’t hold mine in return.

“Delilah, sweetheart, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry about what happened tonight. I’m a complete idiot for not catching onto Veronica’s game sooner. But you have to know that I would never intentionally hurt
you like that. Come on, Delilah. After all that we’ve been through, do you really think I would throw it all away to kiss her?” I ask calmly, reasonably.

Delilah just sits there, sulking. She blinks at me a few times, but that’s about it. I have no idea what she’s thinking.

I drop to my knees in front of her. Staring up into her heartbroken eyes, all I feel is agony.  The pain I am experiencing knowing that she is hurting like this because of me is intolerable.  I lay my head on her lap in defeat.

“What do you want from me? I sw
ear I will do anything you want. Just please, Delilah, please don’t let this ruin everything we have together,” I plead.

Delilah cocks her head slightly and I can see the gears turning in her head. “Anything?” she asks.

“For you, Doll, anything,” I say, not having any idea how much I might actually regret letting those words leave my mouth.

I am still trying to figure out how I got into this position. I don’t give up control for anyone. Ever.  Not at work, and certainly not in the bedroom.  But I fucked up.  I know I fucked up.  I said I would do anything to make it up to her.  Anything so that she would forgive me and stop looking at me with those sad eyes.  Did I think she would want this?  Hell no!   But I am a man of my word, and if this is what she needs in order to forgive me, then I will suck it up. 

I am not exactly sure how she did it, but within minutes of offering her “anything,” I am naked, tied down to my bed.  My arms are tethered to the bedpost.  She left me a little slack, and I guess if I really want to, I could break free, but I want her to have the feeling she is in control.  Of course, no matter what she is doing, I am still in control.  At least that is what I have to tell myself since not only are my arms tethered to the bed, but somehow she got my legs tied down, spread eagle, totally exposed. Shit!  What is she going to do?  I mean, we have always had great sex.  She is always open to experimenting with me, and trusts me completely. I guess it’s time for me to do the same – put my trust into her.  It’s the least I can do.  Fuck!

“What are you thinking?” she asks, while she starts to strip.

“That I trust you completely,” I tell her, watching her remove her bra.

“And you said that you are willing to do anything, right?  Anything to make it up to me… for hurting me.”

“Yes, anything.  Just come closer so I can see you, Doll.”

“Patience, baby.  This is my show remember?  I am in charge.  It would benefit you not to start with the orders.  Cause the more you try to control this, the more I am going to enjoy what I have planned for you.”

“And what exactly is it that you have planned?”

I can’t stand this anymore.  It is torture trying to relinquish control to her.  I try to focus all of my attention on the beautiful naked woman before me.  The one
that I am totally, madly in love with, but haven’t told my true feelings. 
What a pussy!
  Lost in thought, I am brought back to the here and now when she starts to climb up my body.  She is now completely naked, straddling my chest.  She is too far away for my tongue to reach, but just close enough that I can smell how aroused she is.  I take a deep breath and instantly get hard.  I have never been with a woman that smells so good - cherries and vanilla - she is intoxicating.

“I think we need to come up with a safe word.”

My eyes snap open to meet hers.   “What? What the fuck are you planning that I would need a safe word?”

“Nick, I am planning to do so many very dirty, very naughty things to you.  You are going to ask me to stop.  You are going to beg me to stop.  But I know you really won’t want me to stop.  So instead of ruining the moment, stopping this pleasure I promise that you will never forget, we need a safe word.  That way, no matter how much you beg and plead for me to stop, I won’t… unless I hear that word.”

I look at her, dumbfounded. What could she possibly be planning that she thinks I will beg for it to end? And who is this girl? My shy and innocent girl.  There couldn’t possibly be anything she can do that I haven’t at least thought of, or tried before.  So I humor her.

“Macaroni.” 

“Macaroni?  That’s your safe word?” she asks with a chuckle.

“Yeah.  It is not something I would normally say during sex, and it can’t be mistaken for anything else.”

“Okay, my Italian stallion, macaroni it is.  Are you ready to get started?”

“
LaLa, I was born ready.” 

We lock eyes, and there is a new spark there I don’t remember ever seeing.  She has something planned and I am beginning to regret this. I am trying to be nonchalant, completely unaffected, but now I am really getting nervous. Why would she think I need a safe word? 

Since my hands are tied to the bed, I can’t move one close enough to rub across my stubbled jaw. I need a moment to find some peace, so I start humming the chorus of my favorite Plain White T’s song.

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