Page 75 of Stolen Kisses
This area looked like the dungeons in one of those old films.
They went deeper and further into a storage space where they stopped.
God, my heart wasn’t beating. I was so scared. I was so fucking scared and I knew I should have probably alerted someone to where I was, and what I was doing.
No, not just someone …
Dante. I should have told him. Truthfully I was avoiding him, because every time I saw him he gave me that look. A look that was filled with hurt, because I was with Luc.
On that night two years ago when he asked me out I should have just gone. If I had I wouldn’t feel so bad now. I wouldn’t find it hard to look at him, and I as sure as fuck would have involved him in this crazy plan of mine. As in it would have been more likely that he would be here. Not me.
Christina at the Crowthorne was enough to make the man jump on that bike of his and haul her ass home.
I kept close to the shadows and tiptoed in my heels over to a shelved area that had some empty boxes. I found a good hiding spot, just near them. It was a little cupboard with one of those sliding doors.
Tucked away amongst some large storage boxes and reams of metal wire.
I got on my knees and crawled over, into the cupboard. As I did, I could hear them talking and I shuffled so I could see.
“Must you wait and watch?” Christina asked the guy who smiled.
Him with a straight face was creepy enough. Him smiling was definitely a no.
His smile was perfect for a horror film. He had yellow, crooked teeth on show, his pointed nose looking just a little more pointy and his bulbous eyes were even larger.
“I do what I’m told. Doesn’t hurt to catch a glimpse of what I can’t have.” He taunted.
That man was creepy as fuck at work, I didn’t know why Christina would want to associate with him outside of the office. It was actually beyond me. But, it did seem like he’d led her here. Like he was some kind of escort and they both looked like they were waiting for something to happen.
Or maybe for someone to come.
Footsteps sounded in the opposite direction. Christina’s face brightened and she rushed up to a tall blonde man throwing her arms around him and kissing him.
I was shocked to shit to see who he was.
Fucking hell. It wasElliot Granger.
Elliot Granger, as in the assistant States Attorney Elliot Granger and son of Charles Granger, governor of Illinois.
Elliot Granger as in the man who was married to Sheila Granger, who did a lot of work with Help the Homeless. The place Christina worked.They had four kids.
Christina, what the fuck are you doing?
No …
This was why. This was him, Elliot had to be Mr. Mystery Man. He was the only candidate that truly fit the category of someone to keep secret.
Much more so than the other two guys I’d seen her with.
Put simply, she wouldn’t tell me about him because of all the reasons it would shock the shit out of me.
God in Heaven. She’d been seeing him, and was still kissing him while that creeper watched and smiled, looking like he was loving the sight of watching.
It was like he got off on it in a similar way to a man watching porn.
What the fuck was going on?
The couple broke out of the passionate kiss and Elliot stepped back.
