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the details of our kinky bedroom escapades.
Then, I tell her about the horrific night that took place in the very room we sit in now. I think it intensifies the chilling details, which I go through step by terrifying step. Her eyes scan the large space as she makes mental notes of where each act occurred, horror splashed across her face.
I’m astounded at how easily it all flowed out of my mouth, as if I hadn’t even been there. Once I finish, ending at the moment I stepped out of the lobby doors, she cries, “Oh, my god, Ellie…I had no…Where is Dante now?”
She throws an arm around my shoulder, rubbing my bicep with her hand.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly, “But, I have a feeling Hunt may. He’s been really secretive, and I think it’s about Dante…Whatever’s going on, it isn’t good.”
“Why wouldn’t he tell you? Don’t you have a right to know?”
“He’s protective of me,” As I say this, I get a chill up my spine, which is odd considering it’s toasty warm. Suddenly, I feel Hunt, his eyes watching me. I turn my head back toward the dining room, but I find only empty, quiet space. “Can we change the subject? I’m getting the creeps.”
“Yeah, of course, whatever you want…Would you like to talk about Caleb?”
“Agh, no,” I complain.
“How are we going to deal with Caleb…Dad…whoever the fuck he is?”
“Beats me,” I shrug.
“Well, whatever we do, we do it together,” she replies.
“Together,” I repeat, taking her free hand and squeezing it tight.
“Do you miss him?” she asks, and I can hear the tears in her voice.
“Yes,” I mutter, “terribly.”
“Me too,” she says, the tears straining her words slightly, as she places her head on my shoulder. “I miss him so damn much, Ellie.”
She begins to cry on my shoulder, and I can’t hold back any longer. My tears fall liberally over my cheeks, dripping into her hair as we hold each other close, taking solace in our common pain.
B y the time Maya leaves, the sun has begun to set into the ocean, saying goodnight to another day. I kiss her goodbye and see her off, waving like a fool as the elevator doors shut between us. I think back on the past several hours, and how I’ve missed Hunt. He had checked in on Maya and me a few times, to make sure we had whatever we needed, a drink, food, anything. He was attentive without being overly so.
It’s been a long, emotional day, and all I want to do is crawl into bed with Hunt, make love, maybe watch some TV, and then fall asleep in each other’s arms.
As I walk upstairs, I hear his voice coming from behind his closed study door. He’s yelling. I creep nearer, attempting to listen in on what he may be screaming about, but the door is thick and all I hear are the mumbled ranting of a mad man. Suddenly, it stops, and I hear a hard slam, followed by heavy footsteps coming toward the door.
I try to run, but it’s too late, I’ve been caught snooping. Hunt stares at me, stunned, but it gradually morphs into anger.
“Gabrielle,” he gently growls, “What did you hear?”
I am frozen, trembling before him like a little, wide-eyed Chihuahua.
“Nothing,” I whimper, “I didn’t hear anything.”
Abruptly, the raging fire burning in his eyes extinguishes itself, becoming only a dim flicker.
“Elle, I’m so sorry, angel,” he softly whispers, taking me into his arms. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Please, forgive me.”
I wrap my arms about his lean waist, holding him close to me, smelling that intoxicating scent that calms my nerves and heightens my desire all at once. “It’s okay, slick. I get that you’re under a lot of stress right now. I just wish you would let me in, let me help you.”
“I could say the same about you, Elle.”
“What do you…You were listening to my conversation with Maya, weren’t you?”
“No, not all of it,” he replies truthfully.
“Just the part about Dante.” I finish for
Then, I tell her about the horrific night that took place in the very room we sit in now. I think it intensifies the chilling details, which I go through step by terrifying step. Her eyes scan the large space as she makes mental notes of where each act occurred, horror splashed across her face.
I’m astounded at how easily it all flowed out of my mouth, as if I hadn’t even been there. Once I finish, ending at the moment I stepped out of the lobby doors, she cries, “Oh, my god, Ellie…I had no…Where is Dante now?”
She throws an arm around my shoulder, rubbing my bicep with her hand.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly, “But, I have a feeling Hunt may. He’s been really secretive, and I think it’s about Dante…Whatever’s going on, it isn’t good.”
“Why wouldn’t he tell you? Don’t you have a right to know?”
“He’s protective of me,” As I say this, I get a chill up my spine, which is odd considering it’s toasty warm. Suddenly, I feel Hunt, his eyes watching me. I turn my head back toward the dining room, but I find only empty, quiet space. “Can we change the subject? I’m getting the creeps.”
“Yeah, of course, whatever you want…Would you like to talk about Caleb?”
“Agh, no,” I complain.
“How are we going to deal with Caleb…Dad…whoever the fuck he is?”
“Beats me,” I shrug.
“Well, whatever we do, we do it together,” she replies.
“Together,” I repeat, taking her free hand and squeezing it tight.
“Do you miss him?” she asks, and I can hear the tears in her voice.
“Yes,” I mutter, “terribly.”
“Me too,” she says, the tears straining her words slightly, as she places her head on my shoulder. “I miss him so damn much, Ellie.”
She begins to cry on my shoulder, and I can’t hold back any longer. My tears fall liberally over my cheeks, dripping into her hair as we hold each other close, taking solace in our common pain.
B y the time Maya leaves, the sun has begun to set into the ocean, saying goodnight to another day. I kiss her goodbye and see her off, waving like a fool as the elevator doors shut between us. I think back on the past several hours, and how I’ve missed Hunt. He had checked in on Maya and me a few times, to make sure we had whatever we needed, a drink, food, anything. He was attentive without being overly so.
It’s been a long, emotional day, and all I want to do is crawl into bed with Hunt, make love, maybe watch some TV, and then fall asleep in each other’s arms.
As I walk upstairs, I hear his voice coming from behind his closed study door. He’s yelling. I creep nearer, attempting to listen in on what he may be screaming about, but the door is thick and all I hear are the mumbled ranting of a mad man. Suddenly, it stops, and I hear a hard slam, followed by heavy footsteps coming toward the door.
I try to run, but it’s too late, I’ve been caught snooping. Hunt stares at me, stunned, but it gradually morphs into anger.
“Gabrielle,” he gently growls, “What did you hear?”
I am frozen, trembling before him like a little, wide-eyed Chihuahua.
“Nothing,” I whimper, “I didn’t hear anything.”
Abruptly, the raging fire burning in his eyes extinguishes itself, becoming only a dim flicker.
“Elle, I’m so sorry, angel,” he softly whispers, taking me into his arms. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Please, forgive me.”
I wrap my arms about his lean waist, holding him close to me, smelling that intoxicating scent that calms my nerves and heightens my desire all at once. “It’s okay, slick. I get that you’re under a lot of stress right now. I just wish you would let me in, let me help you.”
“I could say the same about you, Elle.”
“What do you…You were listening to my conversation with Maya, weren’t you?”
“No, not all of it,” he replies truthfully.
“Just the part about Dante.” I finish for
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