Page 17 of Unexpectedly In Love

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ANISE

Every muscle in my body aches, but I feel like melted butter on these satin sheets. Rolling onto my back, I raise my hand trying to see if I can recognize it in the darkness.

I couldn’t. Bringing my hand back down to my chest, I feel so…loved. Is that what good dick does? I have had good dick but never like this. He is a wonderful man, intelligent, caring, dominant, sexy and sweet. I feel so well…loved. He is so perfect. There is no such thing as a perfect man, but he is so close. Part of me wants to hold the sheet under my chin, while I kick and giggle. Maybe I could make him my man.

God what am I even thinking. I reach across the bed feeling the empty cold space. I should leave, change my clothing to get back to my trip. Change into what? He ripped my dress in half. I guess I will wear one of his shirts, plus he promised me one hundred more dresses. I shake my head and chuckle to myself.

Through the blackout curtain, I can hear the wave pulling slowly at the sand as it retreats into the ocean.

I hear a scream and muffled voices.

Wrapping the sheet around me, I hold on to the wooden bed pole and slide off the bed.

Passing through the bedroom door, I enter the sitting room still seeing evidence of the night that Eryx and I had. Pillow thrown on the floor. Empty champagne bottles and uneaten desserts sit on the coffee table. The reflection of the pool glitters on the roof. We should really take a dip tonight or in the morning. I’m still reeling from the fact that I called him Daddy. At least it was in a different language but still. With a shake of my head, I make my way through the spacious open concept kitchen.

I feel the urge to shout Eryx’s name, but something holds my tongue. It’s a Caribbean penthouse, it is huge but it’s not so vast one could get lost.

The sound of crashing glass gets my attention. I dash across the kitchen. The sound of a screaming man stops me in my tracks.

He is mumbling and begging. A sliver of light appears between two oak pocket doors. I should turn around, but curiosity got the better of me.

“Se parakalo gia eleos. Please, Eryx,” the man sobs as he breaks into Greek.

Eryx? Peering through the ajar doors, someone stands in the door, partially blocking my view. I can catch glimpses of Eryx’s face, his eyebrows are drawn, his mouth tight.

Eryx closes his eyes and dips his hand in his pocket. “This will hurt me, too, Stavros. How many of you are here?”

The man hiccups and blubbers. “Only me, I’m your uncle’s messenger.”

“Killer, you’re his uncle’s killer,” someone’s gruff voice interrupts.

“No, not this time. I’m a simple messenger,” the man replies with a rasping breath.

Eryx dips in his pocket then extends his hand. “A simple messenger deserves a simple death. No?”

My hand immediately went to my mouth.

“God, please let me wake up. This has to be a dream,” I prayed in my head. Nausea hits me, and beads of sweat pop onto my forehead.

The man’s scream is cut short by a muted shot which echoed through the room. The empty casing pings on the floor. The room becomes quiet.

“Fuck. This whole situation is becoming worse,” Eryx says as he paces with the gun in his hand.

I needed to get the fuck out of here! My legs feel stuck in one place, my brain screams at me to move. I creep away from the door, and as I reach the kitchen, I dash past the sitting room. A terracotta sculpture of a miniature David holds onto the sheet, as it leans forward to fall, I grab it. Not bothering to put it back I take the sculpture with me to the bedroom. I have no time to waste.

“I gotta get out of here.” As I enter the bedroom my head feels like it is spinning. I had no time for this, I can have a whole panic attack when I am safe at home. Drawing the curtains back, the night sky illuminates the room, showing me where my stuff was. Spotting his white shirt, I grab it and put it on.

My lace underwear hung from the lamp. I didn’t know I could dress that fast. Grabbing my shoes, I tiptoe into the sitting room.

I just needed to make it out the door.

Holding my breath, I slide to the door slowly. My fingers grip against the brass doorknob. Thankfully, the door opens without a sound.

I should take the elevator, but it will ping and alert Eryx. Walking swiftly to the edge of the hall I press my back against the Exit door, it unlatches and I make my way down to my room.

As I enter, my heart is beating so fast. I begin to shake. Did he just murder someone in cold blood? Eryx the man who fucked me senseless. That man… is a killer. It takes my black ass to pick the man who uses a gun. Why Anise why? I could hear perfect Rosemary already chastising me over my actions.

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