softness of his fingers caress my hand and I turn toward him and use a tissue to stop his lip dropping any more blood. He looks like a stray animal as his eyes have tears in them.
Deborah, why oh why? Not again.
I repeat to myself so many times as I start to kiss his lips and then his eye. Maybe, I was too hasty. Maybe, I should give him another chance.
Chapter Fifteen
A s the plane takes off, between the fight and the whole commotion I fall asleep. I don’t like Hudson I think to myself. He’s not a man to mess around with. He sought after me. He knew who I was and played me. The only question to run through my head is, ‘Why?’
I wake up to find Roy is still sitting in economy next to me. Obviously he’s not used to it and is unable to stretch his long legs. I’ve put him down a peg or two. He isn’t in his usual suits but in jeans and a cream shirt, but he still looks hot. He rarely dresses down.
I can’t help but ask, “How come no suit?”
He looks at me, possibly surprised that I am awake or that I am speaking to him.
“I changed my meetings, when you were coming.”
“But, you said you had two meetings?”
Did he not say he had two meetings? What is he on about?
“Yes, I had. Not anymore.”
That’s a clear sign for ‘we’ll talk about it later’.
He moves his focus from me to the roof of the plane as he closes his eyes. I stare at his ripped shirt. The great Roy Sparks normally in a suit, so fresh and composed. I don’t know this roughed up man sitting next to me holding my hand. I don’t know him, at all.
***
H e leads me off the plane like a little girl. No questions asked and if they were, he’s in no mood to answer them. I can sense that I’ve blown his tolerance level. I’d acted immaturely. Maybe Hudson being on the flight was more of a coincidence or has Hudson set it up? I only told Roy that I wanted to come, he never invited me. So, why would he make sure that I bumped into Hudson?
He gets up to go to the toilet. I wait as I start to bite my nails. I half expect to see Hudson for another match. He comes back with a new shirt and he has generally tidied himself up. I say nothing as he carries our bags out of the terminal and into the car.
Henry, his devoted driver is waiting for us as usual. He greets me with the usual lifeless stare and doesn’t say a word to Roy. It’s twelve in the afternoon and so far I’ve been to Paris and back in one morning. I was dying to go there and I never even got past the airport. I’ve had one too many to drink and Roy’s been in a fight. What for, I’m unclear. Were they really fighting over me?
He never looks at me. Simply holds my hand every time we have to move. First from the plane to the terminal and he only time he let go was when he went to the toilet on the plane. I’m tired and tipsy. As soon as I hit the limo seat I fall asleep. I’m tired of the silence and possibly tired of him.
Chapter Sixteen
“D eborah, we’re at the house, wake up.”
I don’t want to wake because we are going to talk. I squeeze my eyes shut and pretend I’m in Paris on the Eiffel Tower being proposed to by Roy. Yes, that’s what’s really happening. We make love in my mind so many ways and each time it’s better than the last. I hear Roy’s car door open and shut. Then I know it’s my cue to go into the house. Great!
As I enter Betty has a face of disappointment as she brushes past us. She doesn’t greet us like she normally does. I’m relieved that she merely looks at me and says nothing. He grabs my hand and takes us down to our room. Holding my hand, firmly and tightly. Fear starts to crawl into my spine as he breathes frantically.
Shit, he’s mad!
My fears are confirmed as he slams the door shut. He holds me tight and he’s talking, but it feels like a dragon puffing fire. ”I’m going to fuck some sense into you.”
He tugs at my dress, ripping it as if he’s reliving the fight with Hudson. I whisper, “No,” as he
Deborah, why oh why? Not again.
I repeat to myself so many times as I start to kiss his lips and then his eye. Maybe, I was too hasty. Maybe, I should give him another chance.
Chapter Fifteen
A s the plane takes off, between the fight and the whole commotion I fall asleep. I don’t like Hudson I think to myself. He’s not a man to mess around with. He sought after me. He knew who I was and played me. The only question to run through my head is, ‘Why?’
I wake up to find Roy is still sitting in economy next to me. Obviously he’s not used to it and is unable to stretch his long legs. I’ve put him down a peg or two. He isn’t in his usual suits but in jeans and a cream shirt, but he still looks hot. He rarely dresses down.
I can’t help but ask, “How come no suit?”
He looks at me, possibly surprised that I am awake or that I am speaking to him.
“I changed my meetings, when you were coming.”
“But, you said you had two meetings?”
Did he not say he had two meetings? What is he on about?
“Yes, I had. Not anymore.”
That’s a clear sign for ‘we’ll talk about it later’.
He moves his focus from me to the roof of the plane as he closes his eyes. I stare at his ripped shirt. The great Roy Sparks normally in a suit, so fresh and composed. I don’t know this roughed up man sitting next to me holding my hand. I don’t know him, at all.
***
H e leads me off the plane like a little girl. No questions asked and if they were, he’s in no mood to answer them. I can sense that I’ve blown his tolerance level. I’d acted immaturely. Maybe Hudson being on the flight was more of a coincidence or has Hudson set it up? I only told Roy that I wanted to come, he never invited me. So, why would he make sure that I bumped into Hudson?
He gets up to go to the toilet. I wait as I start to bite my nails. I half expect to see Hudson for another match. He comes back with a new shirt and he has generally tidied himself up. I say nothing as he carries our bags out of the terminal and into the car.
Henry, his devoted driver is waiting for us as usual. He greets me with the usual lifeless stare and doesn’t say a word to Roy. It’s twelve in the afternoon and so far I’ve been to Paris and back in one morning. I was dying to go there and I never even got past the airport. I’ve had one too many to drink and Roy’s been in a fight. What for, I’m unclear. Were they really fighting over me?
He never looks at me. Simply holds my hand every time we have to move. First from the plane to the terminal and he only time he let go was when he went to the toilet on the plane. I’m tired and tipsy. As soon as I hit the limo seat I fall asleep. I’m tired of the silence and possibly tired of him.
Chapter Sixteen
“D eborah, we’re at the house, wake up.”
I don’t want to wake because we are going to talk. I squeeze my eyes shut and pretend I’m in Paris on the Eiffel Tower being proposed to by Roy. Yes, that’s what’s really happening. We make love in my mind so many ways and each time it’s better than the last. I hear Roy’s car door open and shut. Then I know it’s my cue to go into the house. Great!
As I enter Betty has a face of disappointment as she brushes past us. She doesn’t greet us like she normally does. I’m relieved that she merely looks at me and says nothing. He grabs my hand and takes us down to our room. Holding my hand, firmly and tightly. Fear starts to crawl into my spine as he breathes frantically.
Shit, he’s mad!
My fears are confirmed as he slams the door shut. He holds me tight and he’s talking, but it feels like a dragon puffing fire. ”I’m going to fuck some sense into you.”
He tugs at my dress, ripping it as if he’s reliving the fight with Hudson. I whisper, “No,” as he
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