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Chapter Four

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Payton

"This is something I have to do, Payton." His words break my heart. He's leaving me. He wants to leave the island...and become a fucking cop. One of the most dangerous jobs out there by the way. I want to settle down and marry him, start a family of our own and he wants to go off and shoot people, and have people shoot at him.

"Can't you wait a little while? I'll graduate in two years and then we can go somewhere together." Yeah, it will break my heart to leave my sisters and parents but Ford is that important to me. He means that much that I would leave without even thinking about it.

"I don't think waiting is a good idea."

"I don't think you going is one either." I snip back. This is not how my dream life was supposed to go. To be honest I might have been a little selfish when I think back about it because clearly, I didn't care what Ford wanted to be - I just wanted him to be mine. And now he's leaving.

"Please don't do this. Please don't leave." My eyes tear up and my voice cracks as I try to talk around the frog in my throat.

"Payton, I have to do this. For me and for you." He stops packing. It's a tired argument that we've had for the last week. The first time I lost my shit on him, screaming, crying, ranting about how he never wanted to be with me, that it's clear by how fast he's leaving the island and me behind. I mean the fucking ink isn't even dry on his diploma and he's packing his shit up.

"We'll see each other. On the weekends and holidays." But it won't be the same as him being with me every day. He stops packing and comes over to hug me. "I'll be back so often you won't even know I'm gone."

I sit beside him quietly lost in the memory of that night. Things haven't been the same since. His visits got shorter and shorter. To be honest I was shocked when he decided to come back to be a cop for our island. It doesn't take us very long to come to a district with refurbished warehouses that have been turned into apartments.

"This apartment is where I stayed when I was away from the island."

I go from sad to furious in a matter of seconds. My eyes burn into his. "So you're taking me to a love pad?" I cross my arms and poke my bottom lip out. I don't give a shit if I'm pouting or not. "Gross!"

He chuckles and finishes paying the driver before helping me out of the car. The fact he can laugh right now should tell my poor heart all that needs to be known. Jerk!

"I don't want to see where you take your tramps."

There is something different about Ford tonight and it's not just the fact he's not wearing glasses. He's not...as distant with me. He's spent the entire ride here touching me in some small way. My hair, my face, my neck, and shoulders. He's standing in front of me as the car to my back pulls away giving me a sexy as fuck smirk. Then he just lifts me off the ground.

Curse my short size and inattentiveness!

"What the...? What do you think you are doing? Put me down, you big jerk!"

He doesn't stop until he's unlocked his door and ushered me inside. Ford's never really been like this with me before. It's usually me pushing and pulling him towards something. He locks the door behind us and sets an alarm before taking me by the hand and leading me through the dark apartment. To a room with a single bed right in the middle of the floor.

When he turns the light on I can see it's a small little twin mattress that's laid on the bare floor without a thing under it. No headboards or footboards, just the bed. But that‘s not what catches and holds my attention at all. No that would be the walls. Because they are covered from floor to ceiling in pictures...of me!

A gasp falls from my lips as I turn in a complete circle. Some of the pictures are taken outside my window, or at least they look that way. While others are of me half naked in my room in nothing but a bra and panties or a towel. I'm not someone who stands in the window advertising the fact that I've taken a bath or whatever so how the hell did these pictures get taken. Some of the ones in my room look like they might have been captured on a security camera, only I don't have one in my room. Do I?

"What...what is all of this?"

I step closer to the wall and spot one of me sleeping in my bed. When the hell were these taken? Who took them?

"I'm...," he is choosing his words very carefully I can tell, "different Payton. I'm not that sweet kid you grew up with."

What does that mean? Is this...him breaking up with me?

"I'm a man and I have very basic needs. I need food, and shelter," he comes closer to me, prowling like a big cat, "air to breath."

I start to back up. I don't know this Ford! He's right when he says he's different.

"And you!" he leaves the two words hanging in the air for a little while before moving again. I feel like we are doing some kind of weird dance that I don't know the steps to. "I need you. I need you to be all of that for me!"

My brow crinkles as I try to figure out what he is talking about. This is a world that I am not certain of, one that seems shaky.

"I want to eat you until you can't keep your legs open any longer. Until you can't walk the next day." My mouth falls open. "I want you to be the place I come to, the place I put my cock - the home for my seed!"

Oh! My! God!

I'm so turned on by what he is saying but at the same time all of this is a little bit scary too.

"I want to breathe you in, to know what your little pussy smells like after you cum for me...multiple times, what you smell like when both of us are on you, covering your precious skin. What you smell like when you're carrying my child inside of you."

I don't think. I just bolt for the door. I have to have time to process all of this. Figure out who this new Ford is and what this means for my dreams. I need to get the hell out of here and put some space between me and...him.

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