Page 5 of My Turn

It was time to up the ante on this game. We’d been playing for twelve years, so it was about time.

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Fingers: gone. He’d brushed her shoulder with those disgusting things. Teeth: gone. He kept smiling at her. Tongue: you guessed it. He thought he was funny and charming. Every one of her laughs had been forced so far.

Look, I wasn’t a psychopath. I had my wits about me and I approached things rationally. Usually. Not when it came to Alana. Why? I didn’t really know. It had always been that way, ever since Jake brought her home and she smiled at me when she told me her name.

Jake and Alana sounded dumb. That was my first thought as a hormonal teenager. Jayce and Alana? That should be printed on a wedding invitation pronto.

Jaykob and Jayson- two twin brothers who were in love with the same girl, but nobody knew. I was never obvious about it. I dated and acted invested in my relationships, but I only ever had eyes for her. With her chestnut brown hair and round, piercing green eyes, how could I not? All those other girls were practice. When I fucked them, I saw her. When I gave them pleasure, it was so that I could learn how to make her scream one day.

Every scenario I could come up with to take her from Jake had flaws, so I’d never tried. If I got her to sleep with me, I’d be the enemy. Get her to fall in love with me and she’d feel torn. Even if she chose me, she’d feel guilty and probably wouldn’t stay with me. Break them up somehow and she’d still feel weird about dating Jake’s twin brother. None of it would fucking work the way I needed it to. Even death made this whole thing complicated. The fucker was gone, but she’d either see him in me or feel guilty, which would make no sense, but she’d still feel it. I wouldn’t accept either of those things.

Erase him from her mind. Make her think of no other man but me. That was the long-term goal.

For a while, I thought I’d go about it in a healthy way. As healthy as a man who’s been stalking a woman for twelve years could, at least. That idea had gradually been slipping away and now, staring at Alana with that blonde man at dinner, I chucked that shit in a trash bin and set it on fire.

Who gave a fuck about healthy? When we were happy soon, nothing else would matter- not how we got there or what happened along the way. Nothing but us.

I couldn’t go inside because she’d spot me. Even if she didn’t see me right away, I’d stand out in my casual attire. The place wasn’t upscale, per se, but a hoodie and Vans would be frowned upon.

From my truck, I had a great vantage point. I wanted to hear what they were talking about, but it was inconsequential anyway. This wasn’t going anywhere. It was clear in her demeanor. Either she wasn’t as ready as she hoped or Mr. Not So Discreet Combover wasn’t doing it for her. Both, most likely.

This man wouldn’t know what to do with her. He couldn’t satisfy her. She wasn’t a deviant, but she could be. Our conversation on the phone earlier had been all fun and games on the outside, but I gleaned some truth underneath it. When she’d played along and answered the questions, I couldn’t stop imagining her tied up for me. If she wanted a mask, I’d give her a fucking mask. She’d scream for me just like she said and I wouldn’t need to duct tape her mouth because I had more creative ways to silence her.

Fuck. Only Alana could get my cock hard while I was supposed to be watching her on this date. I was in public, for fuck’s sake, and I was considering rubbing one out. I had to focus on what was going on inside, though.

Even though I wanted to remove that man’s appendages, I wasn’t gonna do that. Like I said, this wasn’t going anywhere. He’d never see her again, which meant he’d be lucky enough to live another day. I wasn’t a murderer anyway.

Well… Yeah, it wasn’t really important right now. The point was that I didn’t go around killing people all willy nilly. They had to earn that shit.

I watched as she stood and headed toward the back. Bathroom, probably. When my phone buzzed, I grinned.

Alana:Question.

Jayce:Answer.

Alana:Don’t be annoying.

How does someone politely end a date before they’ve finished their meal?

Hypothetically.

Jayce:Just leave.

Alana:Seriously.

Jayce:Ok. Tell him he’s ugly.

Ask if his dick is as unpleasant as his personality.

Accidentally pepper spray him.

I waited for her to respond, but she returned to the table looking annoyed. It made me chuckle as I lit a cigarette. She’d gotten herself into this and since there was nothing for me to save her from, I’d just watch it all unravel. Maybe she’d learn not to make plans without getting my advice first.

Alana waved her hand through the air as she chattered. It looked like she was speaking quickly. Her eyes moved to her wine glass just before she bumped it.Accidentally. It spilled all over her, turning her white top red. After jumping to her feet, she said a few more things to the guy, then darted out of the restaurant.

Clever little fox. It wasn’t smooth by any means, but she wasn’t exactly a graceful person. You wouldn’t catch her in heels because she’d fall on her face. The last time she wore a dress, the wind whipped it around and showed everyone her ass in a lacy red thong and she vowed to never betray pants again.

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