Wanted Always (Xander Barns) (13 page)

“I told you before. I’ve got an
appointment I need to be getting to,” I tell her with a small smile. Her eyes
widen in response.

She thinks I’m serious.

Fuck!

“I’m meeting a friend. Relax, geez!” I
look away, now rolling my own eyes.

Let’s see how she likes that.

“You can’t leave! What about Ben?” Mom
screeches further.

“Yeah, what about him? I had a talk with
old Benny-boy back in the hallway. Nothing’s changed, so stop it,” I warn her,
leaning toward her a little. “Stop whatever it is you guys are trying to do!”

Mom looks frazzled, shaking her head as
she looks from Dad to me. “I don’t know why you insist on keeping up this
behavior. Ben said he was sorry. What more do you want?”

I look away flabbergasted, letting out a
deep breath. “His apology can go to the dogs for all I care. It’s about as
genuine as all the puffed up lips in this room.”

Mom’s eyes widen. Her lips are puffed up,
courtesy of Dad’s wallet. I’m sure that shit was expensive; and there is
probably a dent in the finances due to it.

And I’m the selfish one.

Look in the mirror.

“Well, this was fun, Dad.” I lean toward
him and give him a hug. “I hope you have more fun for the rest of the party,
and we’ll talk tomorrow. I’ll call you.”

“Okay, but I better hear from you
tomorrow,” Dad says in my ear.

“Don’t worry,” I assure him. I lean away
and glance at Mom who looks like she’s a fish out of water. “Goodbye, Mother.
Have a pleasant evening.”

Her eyes widen, and I swiftly turn away
and make my way out of the party room. Once in the hallway, with the lack of
blasting music and every square-inch contaminated with drunken guests, I feel
like I can finally breathe again. The night is over, well, part of it at least.
There’s still one part I have to get through before I can officially call it a
night and return my anxiety levels back to normal.

Halfway down the hallway, a strange
banging noise comes from a pair of doors that read employees only. I slow down
for a second to investigate out of curiosity.

“Oh!” A loud moan echoes from the other
side. “Oh!”

I press my ear to the door, as my jaw
drops.

What?!

“Fuck me, fuck me like that!” A woman (I
think) screeches uncontrollably. The door begins to vibrate, as whoever it is
on the other side gets pounded.

Fucking hell!

“That’s right, Donald, that’s right!” The
woman moans loudly. “No, don’t come inside me… there; come inside me here.
That’s right, big boy, right in my mouth!”

Donald?

OMG! It’s Ruthie! The details from the
bathroom surface in an instant.

“That’s right…that’s right…fuck, baby, you
suck me so hard,” a man moans; that’s probably Donald. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…ease it
with the teeth…fuck!”

“Oh, Donald, I knew you’d be great when
you served me shrimp earlier. But I didn’t know your cock was this big, baby. I
want it in my ass next!” Ruthie moans for a second, the cock not in her mouth.

Wow…okay, wow…I can’t believe this is
happening right now! Why can’t I walk away? I know why; this shit is the
craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Disgusting as it is, my shoes are
glued to the floor.

“Why aren’t you sucking? Baby, my dick, it
needs your mouth…fuck…that’s right. Suck it…lick it…suck me…baby!” Donald moans
uncontrollably.

Is that…yes, I think it is…home run!

“Fuck me, now!” Ruthie orders breathily.
“Fuck me. I’m ready Donald…right in my ass…now!”

“Fuck! Baby, hold on for a second. I need
a minute…or two,” Donald groans breathlessly.

She works him. I chuckle silently,
envisioning the state he’s in. He is probably going limp, especially since she
mentioned that they had done it twice, or did something twice, before.

“Where’s your underwear?” Donald asks.

“I threw them out. They would have just
been in the way,” Ruthie giggles. “Isn’t it better like this, easy access and
all?”

Geez, this woman is horny!

Sex-making music turns on, and I struggle
not to laugh out loud. They turn music on from their cellphones. Lovemaking
music, something to fall into the beat with. I know because I quickly snap to
and begin moving to the sensual beat of the song.

I love this! They actually put on music to
fuck to in this closet.

“Yeah…that’s right…my big boy…ohhh! Big
boy likes playing with his old lady’s ass, round and round…oh!” Ruthie moans as
the sexy song plays. My body grooves as I press my ears against the door.

This is definitely the highlight of the
night.

“Fuck me…fuck me…let’s get nasty…get nasty
with me…get faster...faster…faster!” Ruthie’s moans soon sound like orders.
“Why can’t you go faster? I need it faster!”

“I’m going as fast as I can!” Donald
groans breathily, as if he’s in the last leg of a marathon.

Yeah, Ruthie, he’s going as fast as he
can!

“Wahhhhh! Ruthie needs her big boy to go
faster!” Ruthie cries. “How are you going to be later?”

“Later?” Donald asks, sounding as if he’s
stopped plunging into her.

“Later, big boy, we’re going back to my
place and getting this party really started!” Ruthie moans. “Hey, why’d you
stop? Fuck me…fuck me now!”

The door begins to vibrate again.

“Fuck yeah. My ass…it wants more…go in me
more…I need you inside of me…fuck!” Ruthie moans so loudly, I jerk my ear away
from the door, looking down the hallway for any other surprise audience members
sneaking in on this oral performance of a lifetime.

“I’ve got to go home,” Donald says
abruptly. “I need to go!”

“What! Why?” Ruthie cries. “What about
later?”

I hear footsteps fumbling around, knocking
against some sort of shelving.

“I need to go,” Donald says again. I pull
my shoes from the glued hold they’d had on the floor, and quickly walk away
before he opens the door to find me creeping.

If I smoked, I’d definitely need a
cigarette after that. I don’t even know what that was. Fucking-in-a-closet
session? Whatever it was, it was an experience of a lifetime. One that I know
I’ll be using time-and-time again, in my most depressing moments, when a laugh
is required in order for me to snap out of it.

I might need a laugh after having this
visit with Xander. I walk past the bathrooms and stop instantly; an idea
strikes like lightning. My mind is struggling to comprehend all the
information, trying to sort it out.

An idea that involves payback, the perfect
revenge against Xander, who seems to think he’s so funny doing things that
normal people would have sued him for. It’s perfect timing; I’m in the right
place at the right time for a reason. Someone had wanted me to be listening in
on the conversation between Ruthie and Francine. I rush back inside the ladies
bathroom, and sure enough, sitting nicely on top of a pile of discarded paper
towels in the trash bin, is a small, blue, Sears bag.

Yes! I stare mesmerized at the plastic bag.
This is right; it’s exactly what I need to restore the balance. An eye for an
eye. Something dirty, for something dirty.

I hope he shrieks. It’s not every day your
face comes into contact with a woman’s underwear covered in a man’s cum. He
won’t see this coming. I know he likes used women’s underwear, but how does he
feel about a little something extra on top?

Extra condiment if you will. I’m so
generous like that.

I pull out a few paper towels from the
dispenser hanging above the trash can, and wrap it around the plastic bag. Now
that the paper towels protect my hands from whatever juices cover the plastic
bag, I pull it out of the trash, curling the rest of the paper towels so that
it’s covered completely.

This is going to be amazing. I glance at myself
in the mirror and do my version of a victory dance. I exit the bathroom
laughing, when I hear my name being yelled from the down the hallway.

“Marisa!”

I look down the hallway and it’s Ben,
looking frantic. As soon as he sees that it’s me, his pace quickens towards me.

Uh no! I don’t have it in me to have
another heart-to-heart. Nope. I start running towards the exit.

“Marisa! Wait!” Ben yells.

I run out of the building as fast as my
high heels allow me to. As soon as I get outside, I wave my hands into the air,
hoping Daniels can see me from wherever it is he parked. An engine roars from
somewhere as I hit the steps; I hope it’s Daniels. The doors to the facility
open abruptly.

“Marisa, wait!” Ben pleads breathily.

“Leave me alone!” I shout, not bothering
to look behind me at him.

“Wait, stop running from me,” Ben yells,
his voice sounding closer than before.

Shit!

“Stop following me, geez!” I yell back,
hitting the bottom of the steps. I look ahead at the parking lot and see the
giant SUV circling into the driveway.

Hurry!

The next second, Ben’s strong hand grips
my arm, pulling me back and twisting me around to face him. His forehead
glistens with sweat, his eyes are wide and angry, and his jaw is tight. He’s
scowling with fury.

Yeah, I do that to people, too.

“Get your hand off me,” I order him, while
trying to yank my arm out of his grip. He is too strong.

“No!” Ben snaps. “Why did you run?”

“Because I’m tired,” I snap back.

“Tired of what?” Ben asks, clearly
frustrated.

Don’t cry! I order myself when the corners
of my eyes begin to feel moisture. “I’m so tired, Ben; tonight’s been
horrible,” I tell him meekly. “I’ve been under attack since arriving. You, Mom,
your mom.”

“That’s because you’ve been gone for
months, and no one’s known where you’ve been. You didn’t think by coming back
that you’d have some explaining to do?” Ben asks.

“I don’t owe any of you any more
explanations of how I live my life, or what I’m doing, especially not you. Have
you forgotten that we’re no longer together?” I remind him softly; all fight
inside me gone.

His eyes soften, looking sadder. “You’re
the one who wanted to break up, not me,” Ben says.

Daniels pulls the car up to the curb and
gets out. “Ms. Gellys, is everything okay?”

Ben lets go of my arm as I turn to face
Daniels.

“I’m okay; just give me a minute, okay?” I
tell him and he nods, getting back inside the car. I turn back to face Ben who
is staring at Daniels.

“Ms. Gellys?” Ben murmurs confused. “Who’s
he, Marisa?”

“I told you, I got a ride from a friend,”
I explain to him, not looking him in the eye.

“Right,” Ben murmurs, unconvinced.

“I don’t care if you don’t believe me,” I
snap at him. “What are you doing out here? Go back inside and join the party
with people who are more like you.”

“I tried to talk to you inside, but you’re
still shutting me out, not willing to see things from my side,” Ben says.

“I don’t need to see things from your
side. We’re over. I don’t like you anymore. I don’t want you in my life anymore!”
I snap at him. Ben then grabs my face, bringing me to his.

“No,” he pleads. “No.”

“Yes,” I hiss back. “I don’t want you.
You’re a liar and a cheat. Those things are not the recipe for love or for an
honest relationship.”

“Baby, please, I’m sorry,” Ben pleads some
more. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Well, tough, and I’m going back soon,” I
tell him. “I don’t live here anymore. I live in Toronto.”

“Toronto?” Ben let’s go of my face and
jerks back in shock. “That’s over four hours away!”

“I wanted to get as far away from all of
you as I could,” I inform him snippily. “What’s the point of being in the same
city as people who always look down on you and treat you like shit?”

Ben marches back in front of me, grabbing the
sides of my face again, looking deep into my eyes. “Baby, please. I’m so sorry.
Please. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Oh no! I feel my defenses wavering, my
body wanting nothing more than to give in and let him consume me.

I lied. I love this man.

But that shit that happened in the past,
it’s not like I don’t still have those horrible memories. I can’t help but be
reminded of all the bad times I wish I was anywhere but here. In his arms. His
love came with a price, and that’s my dignity. So unless he decides to change
and become a more respectful partner, this would never work. The problem,
though, is that I don’t think he’d want to change, or even feel the need to. It
might be good in the beginning, but soon his real side would come out.
Following him would be Mom and Gwen, ready to pounce. Just like old times.

“No,” I murmur back. “I can’t.”