Page 10 of Entwined

Now in pain.

I know he’s hurting too. I know he thought letting me go was the noble, righteous thing to do. And that is the only thing preventing me from feeling utter rage and betrayal.

“Miss?” The doorman holds open a taxi door. I nod, finally letting go of my suitcase for them to stow in the trunk.

“Where to?” The driver asks.

“The nearest youth hostel.”

He raises an eyebrow, probably thinking I was staying here as some rich man’s call girl. I don’t flinch as I stare back, hard.

“Right. Very well, then.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, sitting back in the seat.

I shift in the seat, biting my lip. My clit still sings from the diamond dove. I’m still sore from his thrusts days later. He might be gone, but he is still deep inside me. My eyes stare at the sights of London as they blur by. I wonder if he still feels me, tastes me, wherever he may be now.

CHRISTOS

She looks so lost.

For a second, I almost run to her, stepping out of the shop window I’m huddled under with a scarf wrapped around my neck, covering my mouth. I’ve been at war with myself.

The selfish part of me who ruled for so long wanted to keep her. Steal her future; make it mine.

But I swore to her I’d come out of the dark. Taking the medication, seeing a team of psychologists was pulling me in a direction where I knew I couldn’t keep her locked away from the world any longer. I have years to atone for. I need to figure out who the hell I am, just as much as Jessie does.

I traumatized her with my dark lust. Made her believe she wanted everything I did to her. Maybe, towards the end it was real. As real as it could be. But it wasn’t right. My therapist Kelly gave me the final push I needed to do the right thing: let my dove go. I wrestled with the decision. Talked myself out of it a million times. I almost didn’t go through with it. But when I watched her sleep, she was so precious and beautiful. Knowing she forgave me for everything I had done to her and loved me despite my dark demons was too much.

I reach a hand forward, trying to touch her from across the street. My fists clench, I close my eyes. Someday she’ll be mine again. I just need to believe that. I watch until the tail lights of her cab disappear. I’m different. I’ve changed. But I wasEl Diablofor so long, the need to have her tailed; watched, rages inside me.

It takes everything I have to turn away and delete the photo of the cab’s license plate I snapped with my cell. It would’ve been so easy to trace her every move even without the tracker.

But what would be the point of all this? It wouldn’t really be setting her or myself free.

I turn away, facing the gray cold of London. Now that I can feel, I’m no longer indifferent to its chill. I hate it here.

I crave the warmth; the sun.

Scrolling until I find my PA Trevor, and my solicitor Greg’s number and make a group text for them both to be in my office in one hour.

Trevor:On Boxing Day?

Greg:But, it’s Boxing Day.

Me:Sod off, You wankers. We have work to do. Boxing Day or not. Did you forget who you work for?

Trevor:El Diablo.

Me:Damn straight. Now get your asses to the office.

Determination fills me as I stride towards my car. I will be a better man. I won’t dwell in the depths of hell anymore. Today is the first day of becoming a man worthy of my dove.

I reach the private garage beneath the expansive office tower. It’s deserted except for a few workaholic’s cars. I used to be one of them. Just like the garage, the office is deserted as I make my way to the private bank of elevators.

The elevator climbs to my penthouse office. The doors slide open. Floor to ceiling windows reveal the city below. She’s out there. So close. Christ. I shudder, closing my eyes remembering how fucking wet she was for me the night I left her behind.

I knew it was the end…for now. I savored every inch of her, made her come fast and then agonizingly slow. I was rough, then gentle. I fucked her like a man on a mission because I was. She’ll never forget me even if fate carries us in opposite directions. I might feel my soul now, but I’m still a ruthless bastard when it comes to her.

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