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Authors: Tara Oakes
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our options are. Yeah, sh e’ s fine. I have n’ t gotten into details with her yet. Trust me, sh e’ ll do it. If I know your sister, sh e’ ll really take it on, you know.... But, tha t’ s all I want her knowing right now. I’ m doing this my way, John, not taking any chances on screwing this up. Alright. Yup. Eight AM . ”
Silence is all that answers me from the other side of the door, as I hug it tighter, searching for answers. The spinning returns, but this time is a different kind of storm. One of confusion and shock. Who could be killed? Killed?! Is it a figure of speech? Like sometimes I wanted to kill someone for pissing me off? And what am I not supposed to know, so Dom can do this his way?
My head is hurting as I pick myself up off the floor, and perform my nightly pre-bed routine before crawling into the lush covers of the king-sized bed. I doubt I’ ll be able to sleep with all the commotion replaying itself in my head. Someone above me must have taken pity, because sleep rescues me before I drive myself insane with endless unanswered questions.
~*~
Morning light shines through the large windows and over my bed as my eyes attempt to adjust to the sudden brightness around me. Immediately, I try to wrap myself around what happened last night. How much was actually real, how much was a dream? Was any of it real? The richness of Do m’ s cologne, the burn his lips left behind on my skin, or the cloak and dagger phone call from behind the closed door.
Ugh. I t’ s seriously too early for this level of contemplation.
As I sit up, letting the blankets fall from me, I look straight ahead to the door at the center of last nights ordeal. I wonder if Dom stares at the other side, planning how and what he was going to be doin g “ his way . ”
Reaching for my white puffy robe, I swing it around while slipping my arms into it and cinching it at the waist. I make my way down the left staircase to the grand entrance, heading toward the kitchen with my padded socks cushioning my feet from the hard marble beneath them.
The kitchen is filled with lingering traces of bacon and I help myself to a slice from the plate in the warming drawer of the range. Momma always leaves me breakfast when I sleep in. I’ m glad to see that has n’ t changed, even though i t’ s no longer the kitchen of my youth that she prepares it in. A bowl of fruit salad and a piece of toast round out my meal.
Heading back to my bedroom, I notice an envelope with the letter “V ” on the cover, propped up against the mirror on my dresser. I reach for it without hesitation, knowing full well who it is from.
V-
We never finished our talk last night. I have time this afternoon. You should come to the city and we can meet up. I think yo u’ ll want to hear what I have to say. Meet me at my office around 3. My driver will take you.
Dom
P.S.- You snore.
Jerk. I am 99.99% sure I do n’ t snore. I can just pretend I never found the note, after hearing him basically planning t o “ handl e ” me his way, I’ m not about to make it any easier on the traitor by simply waltzing into his office to be a pawn in whatever he and John were talking about.
I busy myself by unpacking the last of my things and check my email. Stephani e’ s message is a welcomed distraction. I open it and instantly depress myself by missing my best friend. I want to tell her all about last night, but think I’ ll come off sounding like a conspiracy-crazed stalker that listens to to other peopl e’ s phone calls and closed door conversations, imagining them plotting against me.
According to her text, she is sorry she missed my at Flyn n’ s, but, as I suspected, she was inebriated. She would be in Tahiti for the next two weeks, but will email me again soon.
I reorganize my drawers twice while stealing glances at the clock. Who am I kidding? I want to hear for myself what Dom has to say. Maybe I’ ll get some answers to what is
Silence is all that answers me from the other side of the door, as I hug it tighter, searching for answers. The spinning returns, but this time is a different kind of storm. One of confusion and shock. Who could be killed? Killed?! Is it a figure of speech? Like sometimes I wanted to kill someone for pissing me off? And what am I not supposed to know, so Dom can do this his way?
My head is hurting as I pick myself up off the floor, and perform my nightly pre-bed routine before crawling into the lush covers of the king-sized bed. I doubt I’ ll be able to sleep with all the commotion replaying itself in my head. Someone above me must have taken pity, because sleep rescues me before I drive myself insane with endless unanswered questions.
~*~
Morning light shines through the large windows and over my bed as my eyes attempt to adjust to the sudden brightness around me. Immediately, I try to wrap myself around what happened last night. How much was actually real, how much was a dream? Was any of it real? The richness of Do m’ s cologne, the burn his lips left behind on my skin, or the cloak and dagger phone call from behind the closed door.
Ugh. I t’ s seriously too early for this level of contemplation.
As I sit up, letting the blankets fall from me, I look straight ahead to the door at the center of last nights ordeal. I wonder if Dom stares at the other side, planning how and what he was going to be doin g “ his way . ”
Reaching for my white puffy robe, I swing it around while slipping my arms into it and cinching it at the waist. I make my way down the left staircase to the grand entrance, heading toward the kitchen with my padded socks cushioning my feet from the hard marble beneath them.
The kitchen is filled with lingering traces of bacon and I help myself to a slice from the plate in the warming drawer of the range. Momma always leaves me breakfast when I sleep in. I’ m glad to see that has n’ t changed, even though i t’ s no longer the kitchen of my youth that she prepares it in. A bowl of fruit salad and a piece of toast round out my meal.
Heading back to my bedroom, I notice an envelope with the letter “V ” on the cover, propped up against the mirror on my dresser. I reach for it without hesitation, knowing full well who it is from.
V-
We never finished our talk last night. I have time this afternoon. You should come to the city and we can meet up. I think yo u’ ll want to hear what I have to say. Meet me at my office around 3. My driver will take you.
Dom
P.S.- You snore.
Jerk. I am 99.99% sure I do n’ t snore. I can just pretend I never found the note, after hearing him basically planning t o “ handl e ” me his way, I’ m not about to make it any easier on the traitor by simply waltzing into his office to be a pawn in whatever he and John were talking about.
I busy myself by unpacking the last of my things and check my email. Stephani e’ s message is a welcomed distraction. I open it and instantly depress myself by missing my best friend. I want to tell her all about last night, but think I’ ll come off sounding like a conspiracy-crazed stalker that listens to to other peopl e’ s phone calls and closed door conversations, imagining them plotting against me.
According to her text, she is sorry she missed my at Flyn n’ s, but, as I suspected, she was inebriated. She would be in Tahiti for the next two weeks, but will email me again soon.
I reorganize my drawers twice while stealing glances at the clock. Who am I kidding? I want to hear for myself what Dom has to say. Maybe I’ ll get some answers to what is
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