Page 8 of Dream Cum True
“Did that conversation lead to anything else?”
I chuckled. “I’d rather not tell you our business, but she left before we could exchange information.”
“Hmm. Are you sure that wasn’t intentional on her part?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. I think we had a great vibe and connection. If I’d been awake when she left, I wouldn’t have let her leave before at least giving her my number.”
She appeared to be contemplating whether or not to share her friend’s information.
“How about you give me your number and I’ll give it to her. If she wants to contact you, she will.”
“Baby, why are you giving him such a hard time?”
“Because I need to find out if Karla wants to be bothered with him. She might not want him to have her number.”
That wasn’t what I wanted, but since that was what she offered, I agreed.
“It’s cool. That’ll work. Thank you.”
She locked my number into her cell phone, and I stood, apologized for interrupting them, and bid them farewell. When I got a few feet away, I heard Clinton call my name. I stopped and turned around to see him approaching me.
“I know this is a long shot, but if you ever want a fresh start, hit me up. Our company has grown quite a bit over the past year, and we’re looking for some talent.”
Clinton was part-owner of a finance company, and when we spoke a few nights ago, I mentioned to him that it was my area of expertise.
I nodded. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind. Let me lock your number in.”
He rattled off his number, and I saved it in my phone before we parted ways. When I got back to my room, I had just enough time to gather my belongings before the shuttle arrived to transport me to the airport.
I left Punta Cana hopeful I’d hear from Karla soon. I thought we had great chemistry, but I could’ve been reading her all wrong.
When the Uber driver pulled up to my house, I immediately felt something was off. Nothing looked out of place, but my gut was shouting at me. I cautiously approached the front door, and my feelings were confirmed when I saw the door ajar.
“Fuck!”
Opting not to enter through the front, I went around the side of my house to enter the garage. After entering the code, I retrieved my gun from the glove compartment of my car and entered my home through the garage entrance.
“What the fuck?”
I slowly walked through the kitchen, stepping over broken glass, food, and damn near everything else from my cabinets. When I made it to the living room, I was at a loss for words. My couch, loveseat, and recliner were damn near slashed to shreds. The tables were turned over, and my television was face down on the floor. I assumed it was broken as well but didn’t have the heart to look.
I didn’t want to go upstairs because I was sure it would be much of the same kind of damage. I wanted to ensure whoever did this shit wasn’t still in my home, so I couldn’t avoid it. Slowly, I crept up the stairs with my gun drawn, checking each room to ensure no one was hiding out. Just as I suspected, it was more of the same.
When I finally made it to my bedroom, I sat on the bench underneath the windows, which was the only thing in the room that wasn’t ruined. I knew Raven was responsible for this. The temptation to seek her out and put hands on her was strong, but I knew that wasn’t the way this needed to be handled, so I called 9-1-1.
After a five-minute call with a dispatcher, she promised someone would arrive shortly. While I waited, I went to each room to assess the damage more closely, using my phone to record and take pictures. After a few minutes, my anger and frustration got the best of me. In order to keep calm, I went downstairs and waited outside. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long.
“Are you Elias Jentry?”
“I am, and this is my house.”
“I’m Officer Lester, and this is my partner, Officer Benson. We’ve been told there was a disturbance.”
“Yes. I just returned from vacation and noticed my front door was open. My house has been vandalized from top to bottom.”
“Was it just a break-in? Was there anything missing? Do you have any idea who might have done this?”
“It doesn’t appear that anything is missing, but honestly, it’s such a mess in there, it’ll take me a while to realize if something is gone. I don’t have proof, but I believe it was my ex. Her name is Raven Bell. Since we broke up, she’s been stalking me.”
