Jon jack knifed from the couch, taking Richie by surprise.
“What’s up brother?”
“Ciara is at the door. I can’t deal with her now.” His eyes glittered restlessly.
“Should I tell her to come back later?” David offered.
“Nah its ok, the sooner she meets Jesse the better for them both.”
“You can’t always run away from her Jon. You have to come face to face with her sooner or later and now with her looking after Jesse...” Tico’s voice faltered as Ksenia’s voice floated into the room as the door swung open.
All eyes turned to where Jon was standing only moments ago but was met with an empty spot.
Ciara’s eyes searched for a strange face and felt the disappointment flicker as three familiar faces smiled at her.
“The nanny has landed.” David quipped, receiving an unsteady smile for his trouble.
“So where are the daddy and the junior?” Ciara kept her voice light.
“The junior is sleeping and the daddy is...well...he is..” Richie looked around for help.
“..oh let me guess, he had something to do.” Ciara finished the sentence, irritation clear in her beautiful green eyes.
“Something like that, yeah.”
“Maybe I should go.”
“Daddy?”
A dark haired boy came wandering in, rubbing his sleepy eyes with tiny fists.
Ciara’s heart clenched the moment her eyes rested on the tiny human. He seemed so lost somehow.
“Buddy?”
The boy focused on the people scattered all over the room, his eyes focusing on the familiar voice calling out at him.
“Uncle Richie!” his feet pattered towards the man and he hurled himself into the man’s arms.
“Woooaaaa sport! You have grown so much since I’ve seen you! Wow whatcha eatin?”
“Mommy makes me eat all my veggies. She says it makes me strong, maybe that’s it?”
Chuckles could be heard across the room.
“Yeah must be it. You know mommies are always right.”
Shaking his head, he frowned.
“I don’t think so. My mommy wants Bill to be my new daddy and I don’t think that’s right...”
A hush fell across the room. Ciara’s eyes widened as she realised the implication of the child’s remark and probably the reason for his sudden visit.
Jon was going through a divorce! Didn’t the boy accept the new man in his mother’s life?
The situation was much more serious than she thought!
“I’m sorry you had to find it out this way.” Ksenia clicked her tongue sympathetically.
“It’s a private matter , I totally understand.”
“I’m glad you see it that way Ciara. One thing you must understand. Everything that happens in Bon Jovi, stays in Bon Jovi and sometimes not even the workforce of Bon Jovi always knows about the most intimate stuff. “ Richie came closer, the boy balanced easily on his arm. It was a clear warning, yet gently set across.
“I understand that this is a sensitive matter and I can promise you whatever is said here, wont pass my lips. I can promise you total confidentiality.”
“Thank you.”
Ciara stared at the friendly dark eyes. How could anyone be afraid of such expressive eyes? The dark eyes suddenly turned towards the small boy.
“Jesse I want you to meet Ciara, she is going to be your friend while you are visiting daddy.”
Curious eyes scrutinized her and she smiled.
“Hello Jesse. I’m Ciara.”
“Are you daddy’s new girlfriend? Now that mommy doesn’t want him anymore?”
All eyes were on Ciara in an instant. She could feel it, some were mocking, others were intense.
Looking around she found all eyes on her to be mockingly waiting...where was the set of burning eyes then?
She gave a little chuckle, holding out her hand she smiled as the little boy responded, shaking the tiny hand she explained.
“No, sweetie. I’m working for your daddy. I’m going to be your friend, helping daddy to look after you when he is working. We are going to have fun while he does all the boring grown up stuff.”
“Oh ok.” He nodded.
“Starting tomorrow we are going to have fun. You think of fun things to do and I will too ok?”
“Ok! We better start with ice cream. I love ice cream!” his enthusiasm was charming.
~~~
Ciara fought against sleep. Twisting and turning for what seems like an eternity, she decided to go for a swim in the heated pool of the hotel. Slipping into her swimsuit, she pulled on a comfy sweatpants and top.
Just as she was ready to leave the room, her phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Ciara? It’s Jon.”
“Hi...”
“Were you sleeping?”
“No, I’ve been having trouble sleeping but....uuh no. Is there something wrong?”
His soft laugh brushed over her.
“Nothing wrong. I missed you when you met my son tonight. You made quite an impression on him it seems.”
“Oh?”
“He call’s you the pretty lady with the big green eyes and lots of curly hair.”
“Maybe my name is too difficult to remember.”, she laughed light heartedly, “He seems like a nice boy. I’m sorry he has to go through a divorce though, its never easy for children.” Her face warmed.
The voice was silent for a few moments but when he responded, it was dripping venom.
“You don’t have to remind me of that. It’s difficult on everyone not just the kids and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t mention the divorce to Jesse or anyone else.”
See what your blabbering brings you!
“Of course not, I’m sorry I brought it up.”
“I hope you keep this matter to yourself. I don’t appreciate gossip. The band’s life is private. Keep it that way.”
Ciara gritted her teeth. Hell! The man was easily aggravated!
“I don’t gossip, ever. Is there something else you would like to discuss with me?”
“My day starts tomorrow at 5 am. I want you at my place before then. Jesse will be asleep but I want to make sure someone will be there when he wakes up. I’m in and out of meetings and interviews so I will need you to keep him entertained for the day. I should be back before six tomorrow night.”
“ No problem. Do I need to know anything specific? Is he allergic to anything, any preferences in food?”
“No allergies. Just make sure he eats healthy. He is allowed some treats but not too much and don’t let him twist you around his pinkie, he is good with it.”
“Of course.”
“Good. Tomorrow then?”
“Tomorrow...”
The phone clicked in her ear. Banging the phone down, she mumbled ferociously.
Sleep now completely impossible, she headed towards the door.
The water seemed so inviting as she neared the pool moments later.
Slipping out of her sweatpants and top, she suddenly felt awareness flare up. It felt like someone was watching...
Uncertain of her feelings, she scrutinized her surroundings. She was completely alone. Shaking the silly feeling aside, she stepped close towards the edge, dipping her toe to test the water.
“Aaahhh...heaven!”
Monday, May 17, 2010
Chapter 90
“So daddy’s isn’t going to be our daddy anymore? Is Bill going to be our daddy now?”
Jon swallowed at the huge lump in his throat. Dorothea’s huge eyes begged for help but he was lost.
“No honey. I’ll always be your daddy.” This was worse than he expected!
“Bill is mommy’s new friend.” Dot mumbled quickly.
“I don’t like Bill.” Jesse pouted.
“Well, I like him. He takes us to nice places and buys us lots of ice cream!” Stephanie quipped innocently.
“But he can’t play football like daddy. He is too old.”
“I will play with you when I come home but while I’m gone you have to listen to mommy and be nice to Bill, ok?”
“I don’t wanna stay here! I wanna come with you!” Jesse’s distressed outcry shocked the adults.
“Daddy needs to work Jesse, you know that.” Dot was close to tears.
“You are such a cry baby!” Stephanie taunted, only making matters worse.
“Stephanie be nice! Jesse I’ll make you a deal. You can come with me for a few days, but only a few days, ok buddy? You are still too young to be on tour for too long. So if I take you will you promise to be a good boy when you come home?”
“I promise! I promise!” The joy in his boy’s dark eyes lighten his heart, he was wanted and loved by a tiny person. Things did seem to look up after all.
“You two go play outside. Mommy and I need to talk, ok?”
The kids skipped off, Jesse’s high pitched voice chatting excitedly.
“Are you sure you can take him Jon?”
“I think its a good idea, maybe I can help him overcome the whole idea of us divorcing. I love my kids, whatever I can do I’ll do.“
Dorothea smile, “ I think you may be right, but do we need to send Sophia with you?”
“Naaah, I have someone I can trust him with but you will need to come pick him up. Is that ok?”
“It’s fine.”
~~
Richie waited for them as they walked into the hotel. He seemed tense and barely smiled as the girls came closer.
“Is something wrong?” She stood on tiptoe, leaving a peck on his lips.
“It’s Jon, personal shit going on.” He wasn’t too sure if he should discuss this in front of Ciara and decided against it.
Realising that they might need privacy, she thanked Ksenia and excused herself.
“What happened? Is everyone ok?”
“Dot asked for a divorce. Shit! Its fucked up! They were supposed to make it...I just don’t understand what went wrong.”
“Oh no! This might just push Jon over the edge! What did he say, how did he sound?”
“You know, he seemed calm. He is bringing his son with him for a few days. The boy doesn’t seem to accept the new guy in Dot’s life. I can’t believe I’m saying this! Hell this is just not right...not right at all.”
“It’s always worse on the kids.” Ksenia was fearful for Jon. Was he going to get through this?
“How is he going to cope with his son here?”
Richie shrugged.
“Hell I dunno. I think he has Ciara in mind. I hope that girl is equipped to deal with a five year old who is going through a hard time with his parents.”
Ksenia smiled.
“Somehow I think she will be just fine. That woman is an angel and besides what am I? Dead meat? I can help too you know. Don’t worry about Jesse he is going to be in good, safe hands. You just take care of Jon, he’ll need support from you and the guys.”
~~
Ciara stared at the cream walls, her stomach was tied up in knots.
Since she was informed that she would be in charge off looking after Jon’s son she was positive she must have done something seriously evil in her previous life.
Not only was she in charge of his damn wardrobe now she was the sole responsible person for his son? Holy mackerel!
She loved kids, she always had but how do you treat a rock star kid? Apparently he was only five years old but would he be a brat? Pushing her thoughts aside she decided to meet the boy before she judged. Her mother always taught her that and that’s what she’ll do.
A knock at her door had her on her feet and the glass of water on the carpet. Showtime!
“They are here.”
Ksenia felt sorry for the girl looking positively petrified.
“Don’t worry everything will work out fine. Trust me I know these things.” Ksenia winked playfully, lacing her arm through Ciara’s, they chattered all the way to the hotel room.
Jon swallowed at the huge lump in his throat. Dorothea’s huge eyes begged for help but he was lost.
“No honey. I’ll always be your daddy.” This was worse than he expected!
“Bill is mommy’s new friend.” Dot mumbled quickly.
“I don’t like Bill.” Jesse pouted.
“Well, I like him. He takes us to nice places and buys us lots of ice cream!” Stephanie quipped innocently.
“But he can’t play football like daddy. He is too old.”
“I will play with you when I come home but while I’m gone you have to listen to mommy and be nice to Bill, ok?”
“I don’t wanna stay here! I wanna come with you!” Jesse’s distressed outcry shocked the adults.
“Daddy needs to work Jesse, you know that.” Dot was close to tears.
“You are such a cry baby!” Stephanie taunted, only making matters worse.
“Stephanie be nice! Jesse I’ll make you a deal. You can come with me for a few days, but only a few days, ok buddy? You are still too young to be on tour for too long. So if I take you will you promise to be a good boy when you come home?”
“I promise! I promise!” The joy in his boy’s dark eyes lighten his heart, he was wanted and loved by a tiny person. Things did seem to look up after all.
“You two go play outside. Mommy and I need to talk, ok?”
The kids skipped off, Jesse’s high pitched voice chatting excitedly.
“Are you sure you can take him Jon?”
“I think its a good idea, maybe I can help him overcome the whole idea of us divorcing. I love my kids, whatever I can do I’ll do.“
Dorothea smile, “ I think you may be right, but do we need to send Sophia with you?”
“Naaah, I have someone I can trust him with but you will need to come pick him up. Is that ok?”
“It’s fine.”
~~
Richie waited for them as they walked into the hotel. He seemed tense and barely smiled as the girls came closer.
“Is something wrong?” She stood on tiptoe, leaving a peck on his lips.
“It’s Jon, personal shit going on.” He wasn’t too sure if he should discuss this in front of Ciara and decided against it.
Realising that they might need privacy, she thanked Ksenia and excused herself.
“What happened? Is everyone ok?”
“Dot asked for a divorce. Shit! Its fucked up! They were supposed to make it...I just don’t understand what went wrong.”
“Oh no! This might just push Jon over the edge! What did he say, how did he sound?”
“You know, he seemed calm. He is bringing his son with him for a few days. The boy doesn’t seem to accept the new guy in Dot’s life. I can’t believe I’m saying this! Hell this is just not right...not right at all.”
“It’s always worse on the kids.” Ksenia was fearful for Jon. Was he going to get through this?
“How is he going to cope with his son here?”
Richie shrugged.
“Hell I dunno. I think he has Ciara in mind. I hope that girl is equipped to deal with a five year old who is going through a hard time with his parents.”
Ksenia smiled.
“Somehow I think she will be just fine. That woman is an angel and besides what am I? Dead meat? I can help too you know. Don’t worry about Jesse he is going to be in good, safe hands. You just take care of Jon, he’ll need support from you and the guys.”
~~
Ciara stared at the cream walls, her stomach was tied up in knots.
Since she was informed that she would be in charge off looking after Jon’s son she was positive she must have done something seriously evil in her previous life.
Not only was she in charge of his damn wardrobe now she was the sole responsible person for his son? Holy mackerel!
She loved kids, she always had but how do you treat a rock star kid? Apparently he was only five years old but would he be a brat? Pushing her thoughts aside she decided to meet the boy before she judged. Her mother always taught her that and that’s what she’ll do.
A knock at her door had her on her feet and the glass of water on the carpet. Showtime!
“They are here.”
Ksenia felt sorry for the girl looking positively petrified.
“Don’t worry everything will work out fine. Trust me I know these things.” Ksenia winked playfully, lacing her arm through Ciara’s, they chattered all the way to the hotel room.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Chapter 89
Ciara sighed as she hung the last shirt. She had gone through every shirt, pants and jacket, mended anything and everything that needed mending even those that didn’t really needed any at all.
These last couple of days felt so empty, she felt empty and lonely for some reason...sadness seem to pounce on her for no apparent reason and she was baffled by it all.
“Knock knock...am I interrupting?” Ksenia’s petite face peaked around the door.
“Oh please no! I’m bored out of my mind!”
“So then a girl’s day out would be in order?”
“Wonderful! But aren’t I supposed to put in a full day’s work?”
“I know the boss personally. He won’t mind a bit.” She winked.
She knew Ksenia for a few days but it seemed like she had known the girl forever. She was a far cry from her crazy girlfriend at home but she welcomed the gentle demeanour of the girl.
“So? Are you ready to go?”
“Oh so ready! I hope we catch something to eat first though, I’m staaaarving!”
~~
Jon fell down onto the grass, huffing and puffing just to be jabbed by knees and elbows as Jesse slammed down on his body.
“I caught you daddy!”
“That you did sport!” Jon’s laughter bubbled freely from him.
Dot smiled but the longing was evident in her dark brown eyes.
“He loves having you here. We all do.”
“Mom look at the flower I got you!” Stephanie came rushing with flowers in her hand.
“That’s beautiful honey! “
“This one is for you daddy.”
“Hhmmm it smells....nice.” Jon wiggled his nose as a sneeze build up.
“Oh you’re so silly daddy!”
“You are just in time for lunch...” Dot unpacked the picnic basket.
The kids wandered off a while later, leaving the adults in an uncomfortable silence.
“You know its time for me to get back? We have a show in two day’s time.”
“I know.”
“We had some good times.”
“Yeah we did.”
“You can draw up the papers and send them over as soon as its done. I don’t want to drag this out.” The bulge in his throat almost choked him.
Her hand reached his, clutching desperately.
“Am I making the mistake of my life? Letting you go?”
“That I cannot tell you, I’m biased.” He smiled gently.
“I need you to tell me I’m making a mistake and I’ll take your word for it.” Her desperate plea tucked at his heart.
“Dot I want to tell you, you are making the mistake of your life and that I think Bill is an asshole and there is no one better than me. But that would be total bullshit. As much as I love you and the kids , I’m to blame for all this. I cannot give you what you crave and who am I to prevent you from finding the one that can provide everything you deserve. Besides, do you really want a vampire for a husband, a violent beast that might attack at any provocation? So no baby, I will never tell you that you are making a mistake.”
“You surprised me the other night you know.” Her voice wavered.
“I did?” His eyes shifted from the clouds to her face.
“I didn’t think you had so much emotion in you, enough to lose control around me that is. I was scared to death when you attacked me but it was the first time you ever showed emotion since that night. You seemed alive somehow, maybe not in a good way but yeah.” Her laugh brushed his nerves.
“The emotion was called jealousy, quite a strong emotion. I could have killed you Dot.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No I didn’t. Pure luck, that’s all. Soooo... when are we going to tell the kids?”
“Tonight I think?”
His stomach dipped at the thought.
“Ok.” His children’s world was about to change forever. Hell! Was he ready for that?
~~
“This is goooorgeous but expensive!” Ciara’s hands stroked the ruby red satin brushing her curves.
Would he love seeing her in this?
Flashing images of ruby red curtains blowing in the night brushed her thoughts and she shuddered in excitement, strong hands gripping her sides, lips tracing her throat...red, passionate nights with her vampire or was it the blue eyes stranger she met?
“Ciara?”
“Oh! Oh I’m sorry...a bit of daydreaming.”
“Rendezvous with a sexy stranger, huh?”
Giggling guiltily she nodded.
“Something like that.”
“You should buy this, its perfect on you.”
“I should, shouldn’t I? Just a pity I don’t have anybody to show it too.”
“Don’t be surprised if you have someone soon. You are beautiful!”
“Oh you! Well I hope so, I had someone in mind but...”, she had to think quickly, the poor girl will think she lost her marbles if she mentions a lover with fangs!
Ksenia’s interest was thoroughly pricked.
“C’mon tell me!”
Ciara smiled secretively.
“Oh I ’m just silly. I’ve only met the guy once! I met him the first night I came here. Gorgeous man! When I see him again I’ll introduce you, ok?”
“Deal! Now how about this to go with the red satin?” ,Ksenia dangled a tiny red lacy thong in the air.
Grabbing it quickly she made her way towards the cashier.
“Ok we better go. I’m going to be broke before I own my first salary cheque!”
These last couple of days felt so empty, she felt empty and lonely for some reason...sadness seem to pounce on her for no apparent reason and she was baffled by it all.
“Knock knock...am I interrupting?” Ksenia’s petite face peaked around the door.
“Oh please no! I’m bored out of my mind!”
“So then a girl’s day out would be in order?”
“Wonderful! But aren’t I supposed to put in a full day’s work?”
“I know the boss personally. He won’t mind a bit.” She winked.
She knew Ksenia for a few days but it seemed like she had known the girl forever. She was a far cry from her crazy girlfriend at home but she welcomed the gentle demeanour of the girl.
“So? Are you ready to go?”
“Oh so ready! I hope we catch something to eat first though, I’m staaaarving!”
~~
Jon fell down onto the grass, huffing and puffing just to be jabbed by knees and elbows as Jesse slammed down on his body.
“I caught you daddy!”
“That you did sport!” Jon’s laughter bubbled freely from him.
Dot smiled but the longing was evident in her dark brown eyes.
“He loves having you here. We all do.”
“Mom look at the flower I got you!” Stephanie came rushing with flowers in her hand.
“That’s beautiful honey! “
“This one is for you daddy.”
“Hhmmm it smells....nice.” Jon wiggled his nose as a sneeze build up.
“Oh you’re so silly daddy!”
“You are just in time for lunch...” Dot unpacked the picnic basket.
The kids wandered off a while later, leaving the adults in an uncomfortable silence.
“You know its time for me to get back? We have a show in two day’s time.”
“I know.”
“We had some good times.”
“Yeah we did.”
“You can draw up the papers and send them over as soon as its done. I don’t want to drag this out.” The bulge in his throat almost choked him.
Her hand reached his, clutching desperately.
“Am I making the mistake of my life? Letting you go?”
“That I cannot tell you, I’m biased.” He smiled gently.
“I need you to tell me I’m making a mistake and I’ll take your word for it.” Her desperate plea tucked at his heart.
“Dot I want to tell you, you are making the mistake of your life and that I think Bill is an asshole and there is no one better than me. But that would be total bullshit. As much as I love you and the kids , I’m to blame for all this. I cannot give you what you crave and who am I to prevent you from finding the one that can provide everything you deserve. Besides, do you really want a vampire for a husband, a violent beast that might attack at any provocation? So no baby, I will never tell you that you are making a mistake.”
“You surprised me the other night you know.” Her voice wavered.
“I did?” His eyes shifted from the clouds to her face.
“I didn’t think you had so much emotion in you, enough to lose control around me that is. I was scared to death when you attacked me but it was the first time you ever showed emotion since that night. You seemed alive somehow, maybe not in a good way but yeah.” Her laugh brushed his nerves.
“The emotion was called jealousy, quite a strong emotion. I could have killed you Dot.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No I didn’t. Pure luck, that’s all. Soooo... when are we going to tell the kids?”
“Tonight I think?”
His stomach dipped at the thought.
“Ok.” His children’s world was about to change forever. Hell! Was he ready for that?
~~
“This is goooorgeous but expensive!” Ciara’s hands stroked the ruby red satin brushing her curves.
Would he love seeing her in this?
Flashing images of ruby red curtains blowing in the night brushed her thoughts and she shuddered in excitement, strong hands gripping her sides, lips tracing her throat...red, passionate nights with her vampire or was it the blue eyes stranger she met?
“Ciara?”
“Oh! Oh I’m sorry...a bit of daydreaming.”
“Rendezvous with a sexy stranger, huh?”
Giggling guiltily she nodded.
“Something like that.”
“You should buy this, its perfect on you.”
“I should, shouldn’t I? Just a pity I don’t have anybody to show it too.”
“Don’t be surprised if you have someone soon. You are beautiful!”
“Oh you! Well I hope so, I had someone in mind but...”, she had to think quickly, the poor girl will think she lost her marbles if she mentions a lover with fangs!
Ksenia’s interest was thoroughly pricked.
“C’mon tell me!”
Ciara smiled secretively.
“Oh I ’m just silly. I’ve only met the guy once! I met him the first night I came here. Gorgeous man! When I see him again I’ll introduce you, ok?”
“Deal! Now how about this to go with the red satin?” ,Ksenia dangled a tiny red lacy thong in the air.
Grabbing it quickly she made her way towards the cashier.
“Ok we better go. I’m going to be broke before I own my first salary cheque!”
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Chapter 88
Ciara screamed as she woke up from her nightmare. Sweat streamed down her body, gluing her nightdress to her skin.
Flashes of his wild eyes and pain....so much heartbreaking pain slashed through her. Somebody got hurt, hurt real bad. The woman’s scream froze her veins in fear, there was blood so much blood! It mingled with another kind of pain, heart wrenching, soul dying pain...
Slamming her hand to her chest, she tried to rub the physical pain away, it was choking her, making her want to cry from the devastating effect it had on her. The tears rushed down her cheeks while she stared at the dark walls in her room.
~~~
Jon found himself by the river. It felt like something had ripped his heart right out of his chest and fed it to him.
He was losing everything! His wife, his kids...his whole fucking life!
How long did you expect her to wait for you? You think its fair she waits for you day after day while you fuck other women, drinking their blood?
The voice just wouldn’t let up and as much as he hated the voice he knew it was right. So fucking right!
Closing his eyes, he focused on the one thing he knew would take away the pain...even if it was for only a few stolen moments.
She was in her bed, her nightdress clung to her skin, her face flushed with sleep. Oh God what he wouldn’t give to hold her right now, she would take away the pain somehow, he just knew it. She was panting, and he cringed as he tasted the saltiness of her tears on his tongue...was she having a bad dream?
Why did he feel this way about Ciara? Where was all gonna go with her? And why in the name of God did all this hurt so much if he didn’t love Dot anymore? He had to let her go, he couldn’t offer her what she wanted but dammit this is gonna be hard! Would he lose his kids’ love and respect? If he couldn’t give Dot what she needed how in the hell will he be able to offer Ciara anything? She was flesh and blood just like his Dot...Dot...not his anymore, he corrected himself.
Uncertainty and doubt was his worst enemy right now.
He turned to walk back to the house. He had to make sure Dot was ok. He had almost ripped her throat open!
He found her in the bedroom, all cleaned up and despite her paleness she seemed to be just fine.
She was by his side in an instant, touching the slight red skin on her neck, she smiled.
“It healed up completely. Thank you. Another thing I didn’t know you could do.”
He snorted.
“Don’t thank me Sweetheart. I almost killed you. It’s the least I could do.”
“Are you ok?”
Ok? FUCK NO!
“Yeah. I’ll be alright.”
“I still love you.”
It was a cruel joke.
“Oh please Dot. Don’t make this even worse.”
She was crying again, he body shaking.
“Don’t do this Jon! Don’t make this any harder than it should be!”
“How much harder can I make it Dot? You are the one playing mind games for fuck’s sake! Love Bill...love me...why can’t you make your mind up?”
“Stop it! Just please stop it! I need you to listen to me, don’t you think it’s hard for me to tell you this? God Jon! I love you, I always will and no matter what happens, your secret will always be safe with me but Jon I can’t do this anymore. I cannot live another day without being loved. I need to feel loved, I need human touch. I need to feel needed...” Her eyes were bright in her face.
“Then why are you doing this? I love you too, I always will. Why do we need to make this hard on our kids?”
“ You don’t need me and what I want to give, you don’t want. I’m not the one you want, haven’t been for a long time. Do you realise since you’ve told me that you are a vampire you’ve never touched me, never Jon...not once. When you are here you are absent, your mind is elsewhere. I just can’t be that woman for you, no matter how hard I try. Look at me, I’m getting older and you? I need a normal life Jon...I’m sorry.”
So this is what a life like his brought, loneliness and abandonment.
Taking her face in his hands, he drew her closer for a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through these past years. I tried to protect you by not...coming close to you. I didn’t trust myself and in the process I pushed you away. I understand how you feel and I support you 100%. I just wished it could be different but you should never feel inadequate, if someone is to blame it’s me. Only me.”
Pushing his forehead against hers, their tears mingled as it streamed down their faces. A lot of hurt and regret was going on, materializing as lonely tears mapping down their faces, bonding the couple as they held on to each other.
“You are such a good man.” She sniffed through the tears.
“Vampire you mean.” He responded playfully.
“May I ask you one last favour?”
“Shoot.” He would have brought the moon down if she wanted it.
“Please spent a couple of days with us...me and the kids I mean.”
Nodding slowly, he smiled.
“That I can do.”
Flashes of his wild eyes and pain....so much heartbreaking pain slashed through her. Somebody got hurt, hurt real bad. The woman’s scream froze her veins in fear, there was blood so much blood! It mingled with another kind of pain, heart wrenching, soul dying pain...
Slamming her hand to her chest, she tried to rub the physical pain away, it was choking her, making her want to cry from the devastating effect it had on her. The tears rushed down her cheeks while she stared at the dark walls in her room.
~~~
Jon found himself by the river. It felt like something had ripped his heart right out of his chest and fed it to him.
He was losing everything! His wife, his kids...his whole fucking life!
How long did you expect her to wait for you? You think its fair she waits for you day after day while you fuck other women, drinking their blood?
The voice just wouldn’t let up and as much as he hated the voice he knew it was right. So fucking right!
Closing his eyes, he focused on the one thing he knew would take away the pain...even if it was for only a few stolen moments.
She was in her bed, her nightdress clung to her skin, her face flushed with sleep. Oh God what he wouldn’t give to hold her right now, she would take away the pain somehow, he just knew it. She was panting, and he cringed as he tasted the saltiness of her tears on his tongue...was she having a bad dream?
Why did he feel this way about Ciara? Where was all gonna go with her? And why in the name of God did all this hurt so much if he didn’t love Dot anymore? He had to let her go, he couldn’t offer her what she wanted but dammit this is gonna be hard! Would he lose his kids’ love and respect? If he couldn’t give Dot what she needed how in the hell will he be able to offer Ciara anything? She was flesh and blood just like his Dot...Dot...not his anymore, he corrected himself.
Uncertainty and doubt was his worst enemy right now.
He turned to walk back to the house. He had to make sure Dot was ok. He had almost ripped her throat open!
He found her in the bedroom, all cleaned up and despite her paleness she seemed to be just fine.
She was by his side in an instant, touching the slight red skin on her neck, she smiled.
“It healed up completely. Thank you. Another thing I didn’t know you could do.”
He snorted.
“Don’t thank me Sweetheart. I almost killed you. It’s the least I could do.”
“Are you ok?”
Ok? FUCK NO!
“Yeah. I’ll be alright.”
“I still love you.”
It was a cruel joke.
“Oh please Dot. Don’t make this even worse.”
She was crying again, he body shaking.
“Don’t do this Jon! Don’t make this any harder than it should be!”
“How much harder can I make it Dot? You are the one playing mind games for fuck’s sake! Love Bill...love me...why can’t you make your mind up?”
“Stop it! Just please stop it! I need you to listen to me, don’t you think it’s hard for me to tell you this? God Jon! I love you, I always will and no matter what happens, your secret will always be safe with me but Jon I can’t do this anymore. I cannot live another day without being loved. I need to feel loved, I need human touch. I need to feel needed...” Her eyes were bright in her face.
“Then why are you doing this? I love you too, I always will. Why do we need to make this hard on our kids?”
“ You don’t need me and what I want to give, you don’t want. I’m not the one you want, haven’t been for a long time. Do you realise since you’ve told me that you are a vampire you’ve never touched me, never Jon...not once. When you are here you are absent, your mind is elsewhere. I just can’t be that woman for you, no matter how hard I try. Look at me, I’m getting older and you? I need a normal life Jon...I’m sorry.”
So this is what a life like his brought, loneliness and abandonment.
Taking her face in his hands, he drew her closer for a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through these past years. I tried to protect you by not...coming close to you. I didn’t trust myself and in the process I pushed you away. I understand how you feel and I support you 100%. I just wished it could be different but you should never feel inadequate, if someone is to blame it’s me. Only me.”
Pushing his forehead against hers, their tears mingled as it streamed down their faces. A lot of hurt and regret was going on, materializing as lonely tears mapping down their faces, bonding the couple as they held on to each other.
“You are such a good man.” She sniffed through the tears.
“Vampire you mean.” He responded playfully.
“May I ask you one last favour?”
“Shoot.” He would have brought the moon down if she wanted it.
“Please spent a couple of days with us...me and the kids I mean.”
Nodding slowly, he smiled.
“That I can do.”
Monday, May 10, 2010
Chapter 87
Rushing towards the door, her voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
“Jon...please don’t go like this...please.”
She was clutching her neck, blood oozed through her fingers, her face pale, her eyes humungous.
She wasn’t angry, fear yes...confusion yes... but love? How in heaven’s name could she feel love towards him at a time like this?
As if the beast lost its grip, Jon felt himself stagger as the whole incident slammed him in the chest.
Did he just turn on his own wife like a rabid dog? Had he reached the pinnacle of his madness, had he finally crossed the fine line of control he sheltered for so long?
The strong smell of blood stung his nose and he focused on her face, she was losing a lot of blood. The side of her dress was stained with the dark liquid.
“Come here...please.” she gasped.
He obeyed, walking slowly, she watched as her husband came closer, blood dripping from his mouth.
His anger left him in a rush, he knelt by her side in a matter of moments, coaxing her to her legs as he supported her frame.
“Jesus! You are bleeding badly.” Regret turned his voice to a low rasp.
“I know.” Her shaky voice was very low. Salty tears rushed down her cheeks as she bit down on her lips.
“Will you let me help you?” he couldn’t face her, instead he kept his eyes on the gaping wound.
“Can you? Help me?”
He nodded.
Pulling her groping fingers from the gaping puncture wounds, he swallowed the nauseating feeling down. Blood sputtered through the angry wounds, bubbling as it fought for freedom through the open skin.
“Keep still ok?”
She nodded and he couldn’t help but shudder as her bloody hands gripped his arms, smearing the blood on his naked skin. Wasn’t he supposed to soak up the feeling? Instead of marvelling at the blood he shuddered in horror.
The first lick of her skin stung his tongue and he pulled back, only to force himself back, urging himself to seal the wound he inflicted moments ago.
Dorothea’s body slacked against him and he felt a moment of panic but her steady breathing set him at ease and he focused on the job at hand.
As soon as the fountain of blood dried up, he tried to step back but she wouldn’t let him.
“It the first time you’ve held me like this since that night years ago...” She whispered against his shoulder, her tears soaking his shirt.
“Dot...” His hands were ready to shove.
“No...please don’t push me away Jon. I need to tell you...I need to explain.” Her hands were holding tighter, her voice more urgent.
He stiffened.
“I’m sorry for doing this to you. I never meant for you to get hurt that’s why I called you to have this talk with you. You were supposed to be here a week ago and when you didn’t show up I accepted that you were busy...so I’m sorry you had to walk into it like this. There is no excuse for this.” She seemed tired, her hands had migrated towards his hair, stroking his hair like so many times before.
“You’re weak Dot. Lets sit down somewhere.” He didn’t want to tell her the truth, but he didn’t want her touching him right now, his revulsion was still a live pulse in his veins.
He led her towards the study and closed the door.
“Sit down.”
Back straight, hands clamped together, she watched him as tears streamed down her face.
“You hate me right now don’t you?”
He sat on the edge of the desk, his hands tightening to the point he thought he might break the desk...again.
He shook his head.
“I don’t hate you Dot...I just don’t understand. Explain it to me, when did this man come into your life and took over my place?” hurt stole the strength in his voice.
“It didn’t start out this way, Jon I need you to believe me! We met at a school function. He is a widower; his daughter is in Stephanie’s class.”
“Sometimes he had difficulty fetching her from school. So I offered to help and ...and that’s how we became friends.”
“How long have you had a relationship with him?” He couldn’t believe that the words were coming from his mouth! His Dot...having an affair!
“A few months. We started out as good friends helping each other but I was lonely Jon...and things happen.”
“Things happen...yeah right.” Sorrow burrowed into his chest. He felt like screaming, breaking something...crying...cry for the life he had lost with her. They would never be able to go back and they both knew it. Energy drained from him, he couldn’t fight anymore. He had lost her.
Wild, mahogany curls filled his thoughts and he groaned as if in pain. Maybe there was something to fight for after all, if she’ll have him...
“So where do we go from here?” His voice wasn’t his own. “You do know Jesse doesn’t like him?”
“He misses you. Bill will never replace you as a father, you need to believe it. As for where we are going...I ...I want a divorce...I’m...”
A beast in grieving roared through the room.
Bracing herself for another attack she cringed but the whoosh of cold air told her she was alone.
“Jon...please don’t go like this...please.”
She was clutching her neck, blood oozed through her fingers, her face pale, her eyes humungous.
She wasn’t angry, fear yes...confusion yes... but love? How in heaven’s name could she feel love towards him at a time like this?
As if the beast lost its grip, Jon felt himself stagger as the whole incident slammed him in the chest.
Did he just turn on his own wife like a rabid dog? Had he reached the pinnacle of his madness, had he finally crossed the fine line of control he sheltered for so long?
The strong smell of blood stung his nose and he focused on her face, she was losing a lot of blood. The side of her dress was stained with the dark liquid.
“Come here...please.” she gasped.
He obeyed, walking slowly, she watched as her husband came closer, blood dripping from his mouth.
His anger left him in a rush, he knelt by her side in a matter of moments, coaxing her to her legs as he supported her frame.
“Jesus! You are bleeding badly.” Regret turned his voice to a low rasp.
“I know.” Her shaky voice was very low. Salty tears rushed down her cheeks as she bit down on her lips.
“Will you let me help you?” he couldn’t face her, instead he kept his eyes on the gaping wound.
“Can you? Help me?”
He nodded.
Pulling her groping fingers from the gaping puncture wounds, he swallowed the nauseating feeling down. Blood sputtered through the angry wounds, bubbling as it fought for freedom through the open skin.
“Keep still ok?”
She nodded and he couldn’t help but shudder as her bloody hands gripped his arms, smearing the blood on his naked skin. Wasn’t he supposed to soak up the feeling? Instead of marvelling at the blood he shuddered in horror.
The first lick of her skin stung his tongue and he pulled back, only to force himself back, urging himself to seal the wound he inflicted moments ago.
Dorothea’s body slacked against him and he felt a moment of panic but her steady breathing set him at ease and he focused on the job at hand.
As soon as the fountain of blood dried up, he tried to step back but she wouldn’t let him.
“It the first time you’ve held me like this since that night years ago...” She whispered against his shoulder, her tears soaking his shirt.
“Dot...” His hands were ready to shove.
“No...please don’t push me away Jon. I need to tell you...I need to explain.” Her hands were holding tighter, her voice more urgent.
He stiffened.
“I’m sorry for doing this to you. I never meant for you to get hurt that’s why I called you to have this talk with you. You were supposed to be here a week ago and when you didn’t show up I accepted that you were busy...so I’m sorry you had to walk into it like this. There is no excuse for this.” She seemed tired, her hands had migrated towards his hair, stroking his hair like so many times before.
“You’re weak Dot. Lets sit down somewhere.” He didn’t want to tell her the truth, but he didn’t want her touching him right now, his revulsion was still a live pulse in his veins.
He led her towards the study and closed the door.
“Sit down.”
Back straight, hands clamped together, she watched him as tears streamed down her face.
“You hate me right now don’t you?”
He sat on the edge of the desk, his hands tightening to the point he thought he might break the desk...again.
He shook his head.
“I don’t hate you Dot...I just don’t understand. Explain it to me, when did this man come into your life and took over my place?” hurt stole the strength in his voice.
“It didn’t start out this way, Jon I need you to believe me! We met at a school function. He is a widower; his daughter is in Stephanie’s class.”
“Sometimes he had difficulty fetching her from school. So I offered to help and ...and that’s how we became friends.”
“How long have you had a relationship with him?” He couldn’t believe that the words were coming from his mouth! His Dot...having an affair!
“A few months. We started out as good friends helping each other but I was lonely Jon...and things happen.”
“Things happen...yeah right.” Sorrow burrowed into his chest. He felt like screaming, breaking something...crying...cry for the life he had lost with her. They would never be able to go back and they both knew it. Energy drained from him, he couldn’t fight anymore. He had lost her.
Wild, mahogany curls filled his thoughts and he groaned as if in pain. Maybe there was something to fight for after all, if she’ll have him...
“So where do we go from here?” His voice wasn’t his own. “You do know Jesse doesn’t like him?”
“He misses you. Bill will never replace you as a father, you need to believe it. As for where we are going...I ...I want a divorce...I’m...”
A beast in grieving roared through the room.
Bracing herself for another attack she cringed but the whoosh of cold air told her she was alone.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Chapter 86
“Heellooooo! I’m home! Dot? Kids?”
A servant came around the corner, her smile friendly but she seemed flustered somehow.
“I’m sorry sir. No one is home. Could I take your bags upstairs for you?”
“Yeah thanks. Did they say when they will be back?”
“Around supper time.” She scrambled to ensure more space between them.
Why did the girl seem nervous?
Pouring himself a glass of wine, a foreign scent wafted towards him and he sniffed the air. He could smell his kids, Dot’s scent but there was one scent he didn’t know...
He made his way towards the bedroom, yearning for a warm shower and yet the scent seemed to follow him, getting stronger as he entered their bedroom.
For some absurd reason his heart started to pound in his chest and he felt a fleeting stab of anger.
Leaving a trail of clothes behind him he stepped into the shower. With each stroke of the soap over his skin, his agitation grew until it was a seething volcano ready to explode.
By the time he trotted down the stairs his blood was pumping fiercely through his veins, his body ready for war.
The hours ticked by and with it the sun’s last rays. The lights of a car swung into the driveway. Jon expected to feel excited at the thought of seeing his family, instead his body was coiled like a snake ready to strike.
Stephanie walked through the door first, followed by Jesse and Dot and ....and that scent!!
“Thanks Bill it was awesome!” Stephanie cheery voice sliced through Jon.
Bill? BILL??!! BILL FUCKING WHO???!!!
Jesse’s aloofness smacked Jon in the face and he gritted his teeth only to winch as his fangs nipped his lower lip.
Dorothea’s smoky voice meant only for Bill’s ears speared through Jon and he snapped up, ready to tear the heart out of the fucker’s chest as well as his treacherous wife’s.
Waiting for the party to move towards the dining room was the longest wait of his life.
Following them soundlessly, his eyes fixed onto the man playing daddy when he wasn’t home. He waited at the door, waiting for them to realize his presence.
Slumping casually against the doorframe he swallowed at the bile working its way up, he could kill them just where they are but his kids were here...lucky them.
The conversation was loud and coming from all directions, the girls discussing their exciting day and Bill joining in, his hearty laugh grating Jon’s ears. Jesse sat meekly at chair, staring at his hands when he suddenly looked up.
A smile pulled at his lips but the pleasure in his eyes rested on his mother as his lips formed, “Hello daddy.”
The conversation snapped to an eerie silence. Stephanie’s flustered face sought her mother’s while Dorothea stared in disbelief at Jon’s seemingly calm demeanour.
“Jon!”
“Dot. BILL...kids.” He nodded lightly, his smile icy, his eyes speaking of murderous thoughts.
A scrape of the chair had an energetic boy rushing towards Jon, throwing himself in his arms.
“Dad! I’m so glad you’re home!” His words accused the adults at the dining room table.
Burying his face in the silky soft hair, he hugged even tighter.
“Glad to be home Jesse, I missed you all so much!”
“Daddy?” Stephanie stood before them, confusion flashed in the 8 year old’s face.
Slipping one arm from his son, he waved her closer, closing her into the tight circle as he tightened his grip on his children.
Pain ripped like barbed wire through his guts. His children’s jumbled emotions of joy, confusion and anger seeped through his skin and he shuddered.
What have they been through? Jesse’s suppressed anger knocked him for a six and he turned his face towards the dark eyes of his son.
“Are you ok my boy?”
“Yes daddy now that you are here everything is fine.”
Slowly releasing his kids, his face scanned the two people plastered on their chairs.
Shock and embarrassment coloured Dorothea’s face in a dark red hue. The gaping man sat silently, his eyes fearfully trained on Jon’s face.
“Jon?”
He turned away, watched as a servant hustled the kids towards the stairs, bubbling almost hysterically about their bath they were about to take.
“How could you?” Jon was breathing hard, his fists bulged at his sides.
“That’s why I called you...I needed to talk to you about this.”
He heard her walking his way.
“Don’t you fucking touch me.”
She came to a standstill behind him.
“Jon look at me.”
He snapped around, his eyes blazing. Dorothea gasped and took a step back. She had just realised once again what she was dealing with. Her husband’s eyes were that of a wild animal, an injured animal backed up in a corner.
“Bill I think you better go. I need to talk to Jon.”
Jumping up, he nodded.
“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Bill’s hand brushed her arm...Jon growled.
His hasty footsteps clanked on the floor, the door slammed shut and the car sped off moments later.
Dorothea’s eyes refocused on Jon’s face. A gasp shattered from her lips.
Shining black marbles stared back at her, pure black hatred shone from them.
“Is this what you wanted to tell me? I couldn’t come when you called so you just thought, fuck it, lets just pretend he doesn’t exist? How long have you been fucking him?”
Dorothea stared at him wild eyed.
“Jon please...”
“How long!” His hands had curled around her arms, shaking her.
“Not long.”
“Not long...are you sure? The fucking place reeks of him.” His voice was deathly calm.
“I’m sorry Jon.”
Fury flashed through him , a chair flew through the air, crashing into pieces against the wall.
“Sorry for what Dorothea? Bringing a man into my house? Fucking him in MY bed? Replacing me with a brand new daddy? WHAT? Tell me!!!!!”
He was face to face with the distraught woman, his body was heaving, his fangs in full display.
“Please calm down Jon, you are scaring me.” Her eyes were fixed on the sharp daggers in his mouth.
Fear bounced off the walls, spearing into Jon’s chest.
“You better be fucking scared. I could rip you pieces right where you stand.”
Sanity left his body with the next breath and his hands clutched at her shoulders, hauling her towards him, he bit viciously into her, wanting her to feel his pain.
Her scream echoed through the room, causing Jon to crunch down even harder, sucking wildly at the acid pumping through her veins. He welcomed the vile taste, took pleasure in the pain she felt.
Pain buckled her legs and she grabbed at his shoulders, her voice straining.
“Please Jon...please. You’re going to kill me!” Dot could feel the life draining from her, her pleas strangled huffs.
He won’t stop, he would finish this right here and now.
Green cat eyes loomed before his mind’s eye, a smile playing across the plump lips.
Sanity flooded through him.
He was killing the mother of his children!
He jerked from her, losing grip in his fingers, he heard her plopped to the ground, her breaths rasping from her starved lungs.
A servant came around the corner, her smile friendly but she seemed flustered somehow.
“I’m sorry sir. No one is home. Could I take your bags upstairs for you?”
“Yeah thanks. Did they say when they will be back?”
“Around supper time.” She scrambled to ensure more space between them.
Why did the girl seem nervous?
Pouring himself a glass of wine, a foreign scent wafted towards him and he sniffed the air. He could smell his kids, Dot’s scent but there was one scent he didn’t know...
He made his way towards the bedroom, yearning for a warm shower and yet the scent seemed to follow him, getting stronger as he entered their bedroom.
For some absurd reason his heart started to pound in his chest and he felt a fleeting stab of anger.
Leaving a trail of clothes behind him he stepped into the shower. With each stroke of the soap over his skin, his agitation grew until it was a seething volcano ready to explode.
By the time he trotted down the stairs his blood was pumping fiercely through his veins, his body ready for war.
The hours ticked by and with it the sun’s last rays. The lights of a car swung into the driveway. Jon expected to feel excited at the thought of seeing his family, instead his body was coiled like a snake ready to strike.
Stephanie walked through the door first, followed by Jesse and Dot and ....and that scent!!
“Thanks Bill it was awesome!” Stephanie cheery voice sliced through Jon.
Bill? BILL??!! BILL FUCKING WHO???!!!
Jesse’s aloofness smacked Jon in the face and he gritted his teeth only to winch as his fangs nipped his lower lip.
Dorothea’s smoky voice meant only for Bill’s ears speared through Jon and he snapped up, ready to tear the heart out of the fucker’s chest as well as his treacherous wife’s.
Waiting for the party to move towards the dining room was the longest wait of his life.
Following them soundlessly, his eyes fixed onto the man playing daddy when he wasn’t home. He waited at the door, waiting for them to realize his presence.
Slumping casually against the doorframe he swallowed at the bile working its way up, he could kill them just where they are but his kids were here...lucky them.
The conversation was loud and coming from all directions, the girls discussing their exciting day and Bill joining in, his hearty laugh grating Jon’s ears. Jesse sat meekly at chair, staring at his hands when he suddenly looked up.
A smile pulled at his lips but the pleasure in his eyes rested on his mother as his lips formed, “Hello daddy.”
The conversation snapped to an eerie silence. Stephanie’s flustered face sought her mother’s while Dorothea stared in disbelief at Jon’s seemingly calm demeanour.
“Jon!”
“Dot. BILL...kids.” He nodded lightly, his smile icy, his eyes speaking of murderous thoughts.
A scrape of the chair had an energetic boy rushing towards Jon, throwing himself in his arms.
“Dad! I’m so glad you’re home!” His words accused the adults at the dining room table.
Burying his face in the silky soft hair, he hugged even tighter.
“Glad to be home Jesse, I missed you all so much!”
“Daddy?” Stephanie stood before them, confusion flashed in the 8 year old’s face.
Slipping one arm from his son, he waved her closer, closing her into the tight circle as he tightened his grip on his children.
Pain ripped like barbed wire through his guts. His children’s jumbled emotions of joy, confusion and anger seeped through his skin and he shuddered.
What have they been through? Jesse’s suppressed anger knocked him for a six and he turned his face towards the dark eyes of his son.
“Are you ok my boy?”
“Yes daddy now that you are here everything is fine.”
Slowly releasing his kids, his face scanned the two people plastered on their chairs.
Shock and embarrassment coloured Dorothea’s face in a dark red hue. The gaping man sat silently, his eyes fearfully trained on Jon’s face.
“Jon?”
He turned away, watched as a servant hustled the kids towards the stairs, bubbling almost hysterically about their bath they were about to take.
“How could you?” Jon was breathing hard, his fists bulged at his sides.
“That’s why I called you...I needed to talk to you about this.”
He heard her walking his way.
“Don’t you fucking touch me.”
She came to a standstill behind him.
“Jon look at me.”
He snapped around, his eyes blazing. Dorothea gasped and took a step back. She had just realised once again what she was dealing with. Her husband’s eyes were that of a wild animal, an injured animal backed up in a corner.
“Bill I think you better go. I need to talk to Jon.”
Jumping up, he nodded.
“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Bill’s hand brushed her arm...Jon growled.
His hasty footsteps clanked on the floor, the door slammed shut and the car sped off moments later.
Dorothea’s eyes refocused on Jon’s face. A gasp shattered from her lips.
Shining black marbles stared back at her, pure black hatred shone from them.
“Is this what you wanted to tell me? I couldn’t come when you called so you just thought, fuck it, lets just pretend he doesn’t exist? How long have you been fucking him?”
Dorothea stared at him wild eyed.
“Jon please...”
“How long!” His hands had curled around her arms, shaking her.
“Not long.”
“Not long...are you sure? The fucking place reeks of him.” His voice was deathly calm.
“I’m sorry Jon.”
Fury flashed through him , a chair flew through the air, crashing into pieces against the wall.
“Sorry for what Dorothea? Bringing a man into my house? Fucking him in MY bed? Replacing me with a brand new daddy? WHAT? Tell me!!!!!”
He was face to face with the distraught woman, his body was heaving, his fangs in full display.
“Please calm down Jon, you are scaring me.” Her eyes were fixed on the sharp daggers in his mouth.
Fear bounced off the walls, spearing into Jon’s chest.
“You better be fucking scared. I could rip you pieces right where you stand.”
Sanity left his body with the next breath and his hands clutched at her shoulders, hauling her towards him, he bit viciously into her, wanting her to feel his pain.
Her scream echoed through the room, causing Jon to crunch down even harder, sucking wildly at the acid pumping through her veins. He welcomed the vile taste, took pleasure in the pain she felt.
Pain buckled her legs and she grabbed at his shoulders, her voice straining.
“Please Jon...please. You’re going to kill me!” Dot could feel the life draining from her, her pleas strangled huffs.
He won’t stop, he would finish this right here and now.
Green cat eyes loomed before his mind’s eye, a smile playing across the plump lips.
Sanity flooded through him.
He was killing the mother of his children!
He jerked from her, losing grip in his fingers, he heard her plopped to the ground, her breaths rasping from her starved lungs.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Chapter 85
Ciara stretched languorously.
Wow! What an unexpected restful night! Twisting to her left, she smiled, relieved that her back spasm was something of the past.
Sighing contently, she snuggled back into her pillows, just to jolt upright as her dream replayed in her mind. Yanking the nightdress upwards, she scanned her stomach...nothing...touching it slightly she felt a sensitive spot, but no fang marks. Giggling softly to herself, she laid back down, recalling the amazing erotic dream she had of the vampire that usually haunted her...
A sharp pounding slammed into her foggy brain.
Who the heck?
Her eyes brushed over the green digits of the alarm clock.
“Oh hell no!” Somehow her alarm didn’t do its job and she was 2 hours late for work and listening to the urgent pounding on the door, it must be her boss hoping to break it down just to tell her she can go home.
Skimming the carpet with bare feet, trying to slip the gown over her shoulders, she yanked at the door, ready with an excuse as well as a sharp retort.
Twisting the door, she shrieked as a wild eyed man and a tiny blonde girl darkened her door.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! You are ok!” His hand didn’t seem as huge when it spanned his own chest...
He was just about ready to hit the floor and she stepped back quickly, torn between concern for him and the niggly caution she just couldn’t shake whenever he was around.
“She is ok honey, see? You worried about absolutely nothing!”
The girl had a heavy Russian accent and by the looks of it she was more than just a friend to him.
“I’m sorry. I overslept.” Her huge green eyes swallowed her face. Was everyone going out of their minds? People don’t react like this all the time or has she been out of the mainstream for too long?!
“It’s ok, really. Richie was just going overboard again and insisted to check on you when you didn’t come down for breakfast. Oh, how rude of me...I’m Ksenia.”
Ciara smiled warmly. She liked the girl, her petite face spoke of sincerity.
“I’m Ciara..but I guess you know that.” She flicked a look towards Richie.
“Yes...yes I do.”
The tall frame of Richie loomed close by, he seemed to have calmed down quite considerably, eyeing her suspiciously. She could swear his eyes were latched onto her neck, just like a ....she forced the idea from her mind.
You’re going completely nuts Ciara!
“I think its time we go. Ciara needs to get dressed.”
“I...yeah..sure! You sure you feel ok?”
He was really concerned!
“I’m...yeah. Its just I haven’t slept this well in weeks!” She blushed slightly. “I promise I’m not always like this. It won’t happen again. I’ll apologise to Mr. Bon Jovi as soon as I see him.”
Waving his hand, he smiled.
“No biggie, Sweetheart. By the way, Jon isn’t here. He is gone for a few days and please for God’s sake, call him Jon. Everyone does. Let’s call this little....uuuhh..thing our secret ok?”
Ciara nodded.
“That’s very kind of you, thanks Richie.”
“Richie....let’s go.” Ksenia’s gentle voice propelled him away from the door.
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
The door clicked shut.
Rushing towards the bedroom, she halted at the clock. She was sure she set it, she always does...but then...she didn’t even remember getting into bed!
Looking around she didn’t find anything out of place, striding towards the bathroom, she frowned.
I never leave the water in the tub. Never!
Her eyes locked onto the still full glass of wine.
An ominous feeling crept down her spine. Was everything just a dream? But there was no fang marks!
Touching the tiny holes she knew was nestled on her breast, she rushed towards the mirror. Gone! Her hand skimmed the inside of her thigh ... gone! Her fingers flew to her throat but were met with the tiny scars, marring her otherwise perfect skin.
It was the only reassurance she had left that she wasn’t going completely out of her mind. God knows she was starting to doubt her own sanity more and more!
Keeping herself busy with her daily routine to get ready, she rushed out the door a half an hour later.
~~~
“I thought he killed her! Thank God she is ok.”
Ksenia’s eyes stared accusingly at Richie.
“You don’t trust him do you?”
“Around Ciara? No fucking way! He will drain that girl in a heartbeat. Haven’t you seen the bitemarks in her neck? He is careless, he never leaves any evidence...ever! If he kills her what then? He moves on to the next girl? This potion works for shit!”
Ksenia tried to deny her own concerns she had seen it with Jon. They all thought he was out of the woods but lately things weren’t what it s supposed to be. Jon was grower suddenly stronger even though he wasn’t eating as regularly any more. The potion kept the edge off his hunger but somehow since his rendezvous with Ciara things got out of hand and he was out of control again just like years ago. What scared her the most was his restlessness, it predicted an unavoidable disaster.
“You are thinking the same thing! You just don’t want to admit it, cause he is your little blue eyed experiment.”
Ksenia’s sharp intake of breath stabbed him with guilt.
“That was uncalled for. I want to help him as much as I can, can’t you see that? He is your friend, you should be able to understand. He saved my life, I feel I have to return the favour. Can’t you understand that?”
Pulling her into his arms, he kissed the top of her head.
“I’m sorry Sweetcakes. I’m stressed out of my mind and there is not a damn thing I can do about this. To make matters worse, Jon is playing this hide and seek game with Ciara. He is playing a dangerous game...shit!”
Ksenia snuggled into the warm massive chest.
“Give him some credit and time. I know you don’t agree but I think Jon will get it together again, just let him sort this out for himself. I’ll keep an eye on Ciara. I need some female companionship myself. I’m tired of you brutes all the time.” She send a playful punch his way.
“Oooohh! That hurts!” Richie grinned in her hair. She always managed to push his fears to the background, he just hoped he could trust her judgement on this one.
Wow! What an unexpected restful night! Twisting to her left, she smiled, relieved that her back spasm was something of the past.
Sighing contently, she snuggled back into her pillows, just to jolt upright as her dream replayed in her mind. Yanking the nightdress upwards, she scanned her stomach...nothing...touching it slightly she felt a sensitive spot, but no fang marks. Giggling softly to herself, she laid back down, recalling the amazing erotic dream she had of the vampire that usually haunted her...
A sharp pounding slammed into her foggy brain.
Who the heck?
Her eyes brushed over the green digits of the alarm clock.
“Oh hell no!” Somehow her alarm didn’t do its job and she was 2 hours late for work and listening to the urgent pounding on the door, it must be her boss hoping to break it down just to tell her she can go home.
Skimming the carpet with bare feet, trying to slip the gown over her shoulders, she yanked at the door, ready with an excuse as well as a sharp retort.
Twisting the door, she shrieked as a wild eyed man and a tiny blonde girl darkened her door.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! You are ok!” His hand didn’t seem as huge when it spanned his own chest...
He was just about ready to hit the floor and she stepped back quickly, torn between concern for him and the niggly caution she just couldn’t shake whenever he was around.
“She is ok honey, see? You worried about absolutely nothing!”
The girl had a heavy Russian accent and by the looks of it she was more than just a friend to him.
“I’m sorry. I overslept.” Her huge green eyes swallowed her face. Was everyone going out of their minds? People don’t react like this all the time or has she been out of the mainstream for too long?!
“It’s ok, really. Richie was just going overboard again and insisted to check on you when you didn’t come down for breakfast. Oh, how rude of me...I’m Ksenia.”
Ciara smiled warmly. She liked the girl, her petite face spoke of sincerity.
“I’m Ciara..but I guess you know that.” She flicked a look towards Richie.
“Yes...yes I do.”
The tall frame of Richie loomed close by, he seemed to have calmed down quite considerably, eyeing her suspiciously. She could swear his eyes were latched onto her neck, just like a ....she forced the idea from her mind.
You’re going completely nuts Ciara!
“I think its time we go. Ciara needs to get dressed.”
“I...yeah..sure! You sure you feel ok?”
He was really concerned!
“I’m...yeah. Its just I haven’t slept this well in weeks!” She blushed slightly. “I promise I’m not always like this. It won’t happen again. I’ll apologise to Mr. Bon Jovi as soon as I see him.”
Waving his hand, he smiled.
“No biggie, Sweetheart. By the way, Jon isn’t here. He is gone for a few days and please for God’s sake, call him Jon. Everyone does. Let’s call this little....uuuhh..thing our secret ok?”
Ciara nodded.
“That’s very kind of you, thanks Richie.”
“Richie....let’s go.” Ksenia’s gentle voice propelled him away from the door.
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
The door clicked shut.
Rushing towards the bedroom, she halted at the clock. She was sure she set it, she always does...but then...she didn’t even remember getting into bed!
Looking around she didn’t find anything out of place, striding towards the bathroom, she frowned.
I never leave the water in the tub. Never!
Her eyes locked onto the still full glass of wine.
An ominous feeling crept down her spine. Was everything just a dream? But there was no fang marks!
Touching the tiny holes she knew was nestled on her breast, she rushed towards the mirror. Gone! Her hand skimmed the inside of her thigh ... gone! Her fingers flew to her throat but were met with the tiny scars, marring her otherwise perfect skin.
It was the only reassurance she had left that she wasn’t going completely out of her mind. God knows she was starting to doubt her own sanity more and more!
Keeping herself busy with her daily routine to get ready, she rushed out the door a half an hour later.
~~~
“I thought he killed her! Thank God she is ok.”
Ksenia’s eyes stared accusingly at Richie.
“You don’t trust him do you?”
“Around Ciara? No fucking way! He will drain that girl in a heartbeat. Haven’t you seen the bitemarks in her neck? He is careless, he never leaves any evidence...ever! If he kills her what then? He moves on to the next girl? This potion works for shit!”
Ksenia tried to deny her own concerns she had seen it with Jon. They all thought he was out of the woods but lately things weren’t what it s supposed to be. Jon was grower suddenly stronger even though he wasn’t eating as regularly any more. The potion kept the edge off his hunger but somehow since his rendezvous with Ciara things got out of hand and he was out of control again just like years ago. What scared her the most was his restlessness, it predicted an unavoidable disaster.
“You are thinking the same thing! You just don’t want to admit it, cause he is your little blue eyed experiment.”
Ksenia’s sharp intake of breath stabbed him with guilt.
“That was uncalled for. I want to help him as much as I can, can’t you see that? He is your friend, you should be able to understand. He saved my life, I feel I have to return the favour. Can’t you understand that?”
Pulling her into his arms, he kissed the top of her head.
“I’m sorry Sweetcakes. I’m stressed out of my mind and there is not a damn thing I can do about this. To make matters worse, Jon is playing this hide and seek game with Ciara. He is playing a dangerous game...shit!”
Ksenia snuggled into the warm massive chest.
“Give him some credit and time. I know you don’t agree but I think Jon will get it together again, just let him sort this out for himself. I’ll keep an eye on Ciara. I need some female companionship myself. I’m tired of you brutes all the time.” She send a playful punch his way.
“Oooohh! That hurts!” Richie grinned in her hair. She always managed to push his fears to the background, he just hoped he could trust her judgement on this one.
Chapter 84
Ciara sagged into a blanket of bubbles and sighed contently. A glass of wine balanced on the rim of the bath, helping to take the edge off her frazzled nerves.
Closing her eyes she replayed the events of the day. How did this all happen so quickly? From a plain roadie to the leadsinger’s wardrobe assistant. She wasn’t at all concerned about any salary increase but heck she didn’t even like that man and now she was thrown into a pit, facing him everyday! Damn! Fate could be so cruel sometimes...Maybe if she gives it time she might grow to like the man. His other employees seem to be devoted and even seem to more than like him. Maybe it was a personality clash or something...hell who knows?
Her mind drifted off to that place before the body and mind merge into a dreamless state. Her muscles felt weightless, her mind floating...
She was a vision, lying there drifting amongst the bubbles, her moist curls all bunched up on top of her head, the tip of her breasts just skimming the surface. Jon felt his gums ached as his fangs pulsed, feeling his head hummed as his eyes feasted on her perfection so innocently displayed.
Her thoughts were at peace, she was somewhere safe, restful and he wanted to keep it that way. He wasn’t in the mood for fear tonight, he wanted her as she was now, hues of soft blue and royal blue twirls swirled around her, her heartbeat slow, her breathing rhythmic.
His fingers brushed the side of her face, sighing softly, she turned towards the touch, her long lashes shadowing her high cheekbones.
Ridding her of the clip keeping her curls in control, it fell down her face in waves, strong fingers dug into her scalp, massaging, sending a pleasurable thrill down her spine into her limbs. Ciara felt her head swaying from side to side, she felt weightless as if drifting on a cloud. Tranquillity held her captive and she sighed appreciatively.
Jon’s eyes glided towards the dusky pink nubs perky in the cool night air, sliding further down, he feasted on the dark triangle partly obscured by soapy bubbles.
“Let me take care of you...that’s it...let yourself go...” Ciara reached out to the comforting voice, surrendering herself completely.
Jon sensed as all her resistance crumbled, the mental block had vanished entirely and she opened her mind to his bidding.
A breeze brushed across her skin and she shivered. Her body arched towards the slight touch on her skin, yearning for more.
Jon paced his ragged breath as his fingers glided over slippery skin. Collarbones stretched underneath pearly skin, swollen mounts jutted from their soapy blanket, stealing his breath as her nipples blossomed into hard marbles as his hands cupped gently, rubbing rhythmically.
Jon’s heart was pounding in his ears, his body trembling as it fought for control. His hand vanished beneath the sheet of bubbles, tracing lazy circles down her belly, dipping playfully into her tiny belly button.
She sucked in her breath, moaning incoherently, her hips dipped low, rising up swiftly again, coaxing the hand closer to her core.
The hand refused her beckoning, veering slightly, it stroked her satiny thighs. Cupping her kneecaps, he dipped even lower, palming her calves, caressing the dainty feet decorated with bright pink toenails.
A wisp of cool air drew a displeased moan from her lips. Seconds later she was floating, pressed against a warm wall. She felt safe, snuggling closer to the warmth, her lips brushed against flesh, warm spicy flesh. Somewhere above her she heard a throaty groan, her mouth opened, tongue darting out, she tasted the saltiness of the wall, felt a wild vibration at the tip of it and moaned. Drums thudded close to her ear, matching hers. A roar soaked into her skin before her lips were captured, flattened against another set of warm, hungry lips. A slight sting sliced against her lower lip and she moaned, unexpectedly pleasured by it.
Lowering her towards the bed, she writhed restlessly beneath him, her hands groping into the air, searching for the warmth.
Jon towered above her, savouring the squirming curves dappled with drops covering her creamy skin. Cupping her knees, he parted her thighs, stilling her as she felt the warmth soaking into her skin, realising that she hadn’t been abandoned.
“Your so beautiful...yesssss...open for me Ciara.”
The voice was low, yet familiar. She moaned as long fingers splayed across her skin, mapping delicious trials from her ankles towards her quivering thighs.
Tiny droplets of blood oozed from Ciara’s lower lip where his fangs tore at the sensitive skin. Sliding his hands underneath her buttocks, he yanked her upwards, grinding her softness against the raging swelling in his jeans. His mouth found its own way and fastened on the tiny trail of blood glistening in the moonlight. Ciara’s body shuddered at the rhythmic suckling at her lip, moaning as the warm mouth traced down her jawline, nibbling there, catching every perfumed drop scattered across her throat as he worked his way even lower.
Jon’s heartbeat was a dull roar in his ears, her breathy moans was almost his undoing but he kept his desire in check, focusing only on pleasuring her.
As his tongue lapped at the drops on her breasts she captured his face, her hands digging into his hair, keeping him close to her skin. Her hips rotated lustily against the abrasive material of his jeans, teasing the shaft bulging painfully against the material.
“Oh God baby!” His growl was lost between the two peaks.
“I want more....p..please...I need more.” Her plea drifted towards him in the stillness of the night.
Dipping his head low, he nuzzled at her belly, scraping his aching fangs against her skin he felt the urge to sank his teeth deep inside her, he could almost taste the blood pooling in her tiny belly button...
A quick slice and he felt his fangs sink into the pearly skin. Her cry wasn’t from pain and she reared towards the suckling mouth, surrendering herself freely to the excruciating delight spearing into her. Lifting his mouth, he watched as her belly button filled with her own blood, sinking lower he took the pleasure in lapping lazily at the warm sweetness.
Warm fingers slid over her womanly curls only to touch the nub. She whined as it rubbed at the slickness there, nurturing the hunger inside her to a dull roar.
He seemed to be everywhere. Suckling at her belly, one hand splayed underneath her buttocks, kneading firmly. The hand slid from her buttocks, replacing the fingers stroking at her slit. Moist fingers found one breast, flicking playfully at the tiny, puckered nub, shifting slightly to afford the same pleasure to its twin.
Jon slowly detached from her belly, licking gently, he sealed the wound, not nearly as satisfied as he would like to be but tonight wasn’t about him...
Ciara felt his head descended lower, his lips skimmed the dark curls at the apex of her thighs and she stopped breathing, waiting in anticipation for the shock of pleasure as his lips met her core.
A flick of his tongue had her breath rush back to her in a sharp gasp. Her hands tugged at his hair, her head thrashed as the smoulder inside caught fire, raging through her veins and limbs in an all-embracing destruction of her senses.
Ciara was approaching her zenith at an alarming speed, her blood was sloshing through her veins, her heart pounding wildly. As two fingers slipped inside she whimpered loudly, her hips pistoning upwards to meet the strong thrust of his hand.
Sweet juices spilled onto Jon’s tongue and he suckled hungrily, feeling her contracting around his fingers as her climax build in a mad rush.
Waves crashed over Ciara and she cried out as her soul was flung from her body, drifting on a cloud of total bliss.
Ciara was limbless, every nerve was sizzling, her insides quivering as it floated back to realism.
His body covered hers, chasing the coldness and shadows away.
His lips tapped tiny kisses along her jaw, his voice low.
“Go to sleep now sweet baby...sweet dreams to you.”
Her eyelids fought for release, they didn’t budge.
Lips placed a soft peck on each of the restless lids.
“Sssshhhhh now...its ok...go to sleep...you are safe.”
Her hands cramped onto the lapels of his open shirt, pulling him towards her, she buried her face in his chest, snuggling in.
“Don’t leave me...stay with me until I go to sleep.”
But I am dreaming...how could I fall asleep?
His arms closed around her, pulling her curves into his frame. Stroking her sweaty curls from her face, he felt her pulse slowing down, her breathing becoming slower, steadier.
Closing his eyes, he focused on the woman in his arms, ignoring the pounding desire still pulsing in his crotch and the hunger lurking underneath the surface, keeping his fangs sharp and his insides coiling with anticipation.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Chapter 83
Chapter 83
“Ciara! Wait up girl!” Richie plastered his friendliest smile, she was wary of him, why he didn’t know. If she only knew how harmless he actually was and with what she was up close and personal with just a few moments ago....He shivered.
“What did I do now? Did he send you to tell me I’m fired? Yay me!” she was so damn tired, it was an effort just to put one foot in front of the other, she felt...drained.
“Nah, sweetness, nothing like that. It seems like the boss has taken a liking in you. He just sent me to tell you, to go home and get some rest. He’s worried about your back. A warm bath and early bed might just do the trick. So grab something to eat and we’ll see you tomorrow, k?”
Ciara shook her head in disbelief.
“How can he be so considerate the one moment and royal asshole the next? I don’t understand him but I’ll do as his majesty ordered. Between you and me, I actually welcome it!”
Her skew smile was adorable.
“Well grab the opportunity Sweetheart. Jonny isn’t always so generous about this, he is a known slave driver.” His huge palm cupped the slender shoulder and he didn’t miss the suppressed jerk.
Her mind ripped into a vision and she gasped, her body swaying uncontrollably. Richie cursed under his breath as he supported the slight body swaying his way.
Lights....screaming....an ocean of faces...Richie cradling a guitar, his face hidden by a black Stetson...music....loud music...flashing azure orbs loomed before her, his smile a mangle between fangs and a cruel smirk...
Her hands swung wildly into the air,”No! Oh lord no!”
“Ciara, what’s wrong? Look at me honey, did you faint or something?”
She found herself in the darkhaired man’s arms, his frame dwarfing her as he kept a firm hold on her.
“I...I ...dunno..what happened. I think I just need to get back to the apartment.”
Her eyes focused again, her pupils shrunk as she barked out the words, her body shrinking back from him.
“You ok to go home alone or should I get someone to go with you?”
“No! Thank you, I’m ok. Good night.”
“G’night.”
He waited for her to disappear around the corner before he turned the other way. This girl was something special, she was sensitive to what was going on here. Maybe she was physic or something and Jon was screwing with her big time! Poor girl.
~~~
Jon swept his sweaty face before he discarded the soaked towel.
“We gotta talk...its Ciara.”
Pulling the soaking wet clothes from his sleek skin he flicked his head upwards, waiting for Richie to start the discussion.
Turning the shower taps, Jon stepped into the cubicle, his ears pricked...
“This girl...there IS something special about her. You know it just as well as I do. What it is about her we don’t know, but Jon you have to stop these mind games with her. She is petrified of everyone and I can feel her uneasiness whenever I come close to her.”
“Speak for yourself. I don’t get uneasiness when I’m near her...its more like a sexual attraction.”
Richie’s face contorted.
“Yeah but you can control her mind, I’m talking about how she acts when she hasn’t been hocused pocused by you.”
Jon smiled, stepping out of the cubicle a few minutes later; he accepted the towel from Richie.
“You a bit frazzled that a woman doesn’t find you attractive?”
“Arrgghh fuck off! It’s not that. I have this feeling about this girl. I feel for her because she doesn’t know that she is being played. She is the damn mouse and you the cat. We are all responsible if something happens to her and just as guilty for letting you fuck with her like you do. What are your plans with her Jon?”
“Christ you can be so melodramatic! I just want to figure out what the attraction is between us. Maybe it’s nothing...hell I dunno Richie! Worst case scenario I’ll have a little bit of fun with her and a few feedings at best and I’ll let her go. She turned my world upside down since that night at her place. I need to get closure and move on. Gte her outta my system...you know?”
Jon didn’t even believe himself as the words spilled from his mouth. Somehow he couldn’t see how he would ever let her go, he couldn’t explain it, it was as if his instinct told him that she was his...how it all came together he had no fucking clue, but he would find out what this was all about soon enough.
“Lets hope your closure doesn’t mean her untimely demise. I’ve seen this before Jon. You are losing control whenever she is around you. You go into overdrive and your vampire instinct kicks into high gear instantly. You are risking exposure my brother, just don’t forget yourself around her. Please I’m begging, stay alert and if things get out of control, get away from her. You know the potion is new, we don’t know how well it works, so just be careful ok?”
His friend’s heartfelt plea stilled his hands.
“I can see where you come from and Rich I need you to believe me that I didn’t bring her here to kill her. I need to get her out of my system so that we can all move on and be the brotherhood we’ve been for years. I know I get dicey at times but I have the band’s interest in mind with everything I do. I’m a bit sidetracked right now but time will soon straighten itself. You have my word and brother, believe me, if I can’t cope...you’ll be the first one I’ll ask for help.“
Not feeling totally at ease yet, he nodded, happy with Jon’s honesty and praying to God that all this wouldn’t end in a tragedy.
“So what you up to for the next couple of days?” Jon slipped well worn jeans over his hips.
“Nothin’, just hanging around, till we move on again, why? Do you have plans?”
Jon sighed and nodded.
“Dot asked me to come home. I was supposed to be there a week ago. Dunno what’s going on, she never asks me to come home.” Lines etched on his forehead.
“Yeah thats kinda strange. Better get up there and find out what going on. I’ll tell the boys you went home. Well I’m outta here. I need to hit the shower and meet the guys at a bar. You in?”
“Nah, I have some packing to do.”
“And someone to see?” Richie’s hand closed on the doorknob. “None of my business, just be careful.”
“Yeah sure. Go shower, you stink.”
“Asshole.”
“I love you too.”
“Ciara! Wait up girl!” Richie plastered his friendliest smile, she was wary of him, why he didn’t know. If she only knew how harmless he actually was and with what she was up close and personal with just a few moments ago....He shivered.
“What did I do now? Did he send you to tell me I’m fired? Yay me!” she was so damn tired, it was an effort just to put one foot in front of the other, she felt...drained.
“Nah, sweetness, nothing like that. It seems like the boss has taken a liking in you. He just sent me to tell you, to go home and get some rest. He’s worried about your back. A warm bath and early bed might just do the trick. So grab something to eat and we’ll see you tomorrow, k?”
Ciara shook her head in disbelief.
“How can he be so considerate the one moment and royal asshole the next? I don’t understand him but I’ll do as his majesty ordered. Between you and me, I actually welcome it!”
Her skew smile was adorable.
“Well grab the opportunity Sweetheart. Jonny isn’t always so generous about this, he is a known slave driver.” His huge palm cupped the slender shoulder and he didn’t miss the suppressed jerk.
Her mind ripped into a vision and she gasped, her body swaying uncontrollably. Richie cursed under his breath as he supported the slight body swaying his way.
Lights....screaming....an ocean of faces...Richie cradling a guitar, his face hidden by a black Stetson...music....loud music...flashing azure orbs loomed before her, his smile a mangle between fangs and a cruel smirk...
Her hands swung wildly into the air,”No! Oh lord no!”
“Ciara, what’s wrong? Look at me honey, did you faint or something?”
She found herself in the darkhaired man’s arms, his frame dwarfing her as he kept a firm hold on her.
“I...I ...dunno..what happened. I think I just need to get back to the apartment.”
Her eyes focused again, her pupils shrunk as she barked out the words, her body shrinking back from him.
“You ok to go home alone or should I get someone to go with you?”
“No! Thank you, I’m ok. Good night.”
“G’night.”
He waited for her to disappear around the corner before he turned the other way. This girl was something special, she was sensitive to what was going on here. Maybe she was physic or something and Jon was screwing with her big time! Poor girl.
~~~
Jon swept his sweaty face before he discarded the soaked towel.
“We gotta talk...its Ciara.”
Pulling the soaking wet clothes from his sleek skin he flicked his head upwards, waiting for Richie to start the discussion.
Turning the shower taps, Jon stepped into the cubicle, his ears pricked...
“This girl...there IS something special about her. You know it just as well as I do. What it is about her we don’t know, but Jon you have to stop these mind games with her. She is petrified of everyone and I can feel her uneasiness whenever I come close to her.”
“Speak for yourself. I don’t get uneasiness when I’m near her...its more like a sexual attraction.”
Richie’s face contorted.
“Yeah but you can control her mind, I’m talking about how she acts when she hasn’t been hocused pocused by you.”
Jon smiled, stepping out of the cubicle a few minutes later; he accepted the towel from Richie.
“You a bit frazzled that a woman doesn’t find you attractive?”
“Arrgghh fuck off! It’s not that. I have this feeling about this girl. I feel for her because she doesn’t know that she is being played. She is the damn mouse and you the cat. We are all responsible if something happens to her and just as guilty for letting you fuck with her like you do. What are your plans with her Jon?”
“Christ you can be so melodramatic! I just want to figure out what the attraction is between us. Maybe it’s nothing...hell I dunno Richie! Worst case scenario I’ll have a little bit of fun with her and a few feedings at best and I’ll let her go. She turned my world upside down since that night at her place. I need to get closure and move on. Gte her outta my system...you know?”
Jon didn’t even believe himself as the words spilled from his mouth. Somehow he couldn’t see how he would ever let her go, he couldn’t explain it, it was as if his instinct told him that she was his...how it all came together he had no fucking clue, but he would find out what this was all about soon enough.
“Lets hope your closure doesn’t mean her untimely demise. I’ve seen this before Jon. You are losing control whenever she is around you. You go into overdrive and your vampire instinct kicks into high gear instantly. You are risking exposure my brother, just don’t forget yourself around her. Please I’m begging, stay alert and if things get out of control, get away from her. You know the potion is new, we don’t know how well it works, so just be careful ok?”
His friend’s heartfelt plea stilled his hands.
“I can see where you come from and Rich I need you to believe me that I didn’t bring her here to kill her. I need to get her out of my system so that we can all move on and be the brotherhood we’ve been for years. I know I get dicey at times but I have the band’s interest in mind with everything I do. I’m a bit sidetracked right now but time will soon straighten itself. You have my word and brother, believe me, if I can’t cope...you’ll be the first one I’ll ask for help.“
Not feeling totally at ease yet, he nodded, happy with Jon’s honesty and praying to God that all this wouldn’t end in a tragedy.
“So what you up to for the next couple of days?” Jon slipped well worn jeans over his hips.
“Nothin’, just hanging around, till we move on again, why? Do you have plans?”
Jon sighed and nodded.
“Dot asked me to come home. I was supposed to be there a week ago. Dunno what’s going on, she never asks me to come home.” Lines etched on his forehead.
“Yeah thats kinda strange. Better get up there and find out what going on. I’ll tell the boys you went home. Well I’m outta here. I need to hit the shower and meet the guys at a bar. You in?”
“Nah, I have some packing to do.”
“And someone to see?” Richie’s hand closed on the doorknob. “None of my business, just be careful.”
“Yeah sure. Go shower, you stink.”
“Asshole.”
“I love you too.”
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Chapter 82
“Asshole....I could just.....aargrrghhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Whhooaaaa ! Hold on girl! What’s up?”
“Your lead singer is an asshole!” She gritted her teeth as she watched Dave coming closer.
His bemused face drew a giggle from her.
“Did you just marched in there and told him he is an asshole?”
A red blush flashed across her face.
“No...”
Dave sighed a sigh of relief.
“I told him he was an arrogant bastard and that he was rude....” her eyes were as huge. “I just told my boss he is a bastard... oh shit I’m so fired!” Hysteria bubbled from her throat. Her emotions seemed so out of place these days!
“I doubt that, but honey you don’t know Jon. He has quite a temper and well ...you don’t want to piss him off.”
Jutting her chin forward, she met his worried stare.
“Well I don’t care. He acted like a brute and I felt I had to put him in his place besides, Kerry made a mistake, it happens.”
“Kerry...hhmmm that explains it. Let me guess she screwed up the clothes again didn’t she?”
“You mean she does this often? Oh no, I’m an idiot! A gullible idiot!”
“She is a scatterbrained girl, always late, always in a rush...so yeah.”
“Shit. Well I have to get him a new shirt to wear for tonight. I guess I better get going and be ready within an hour with the shirt ...and...and an apology it seems.”
Concern tucked at her eyebrows.
“Please excuse me.”
He waved her towards her destination.
“Good luck sweetheart. “
After endless asking for directions, she busted into the room filled with rails of clothes.
Her fingers brushed across various materials but came to a standstill as it touched dark, black leather.
Her face disappeared into the leather.
HHHmmmmm, I love the scent of it.
A tug at her subconscious yanked her backwards.
The scent was familiar to her, spicy...manly...
Shaking the strange feeling, she focused on the job at hand.
Paging through the shirts, she plucked one from the hanger.
Not too bad but...
She turned towards the rail with the pants.
This will go much better with the shirt and maybe...
Her eyes caught the perfect match. She grinned.
Let’s see if his majesty will take to a total wardrobe change.
Ciara knocked on the door a few minutes later, the butterflies in her stomach flapping wildly.
“Come in.”
He was sitting in a chair, his face upturned and obscured by the body moving around him, hands fluttering as she applied the necessary make up for the show.
“Your clothes...”
His forefinger flicked upwards, stilling her.
Waiting, watching, feeling awkward and out of place, she listened as he warmed up his vocal cords, the woman had now turned to his hair, sorting every strand to lay perfectly in its place.
“Thanks, Gina.”
The woman smiled, they seemed to have a good relationship. She seemed so at ease, gauging by the rate the words flew out of her mouth as her hands worked their magic.
“Hi, I’m Gina. You must be Ciara? Welcome to the Bon Jovi machine.” She winked playfully.
“Yes I am, thank you. I’m glad to be here.”
He didn’t join in the conversation, instead, he stood up and walked towards the other side of the room and took with him Ciara’s concentration as she watched the lithe movement of his body.
“Well I’m outta here. Break a leg Jonny. See ya around Ciara!”
Silence fell over the room.
“Please bring me my shirt.”
Grabbing the outfit from the chair, she strode closer.
“I took the liberty of changing your whole outfit. I just thought it might look better this way.”
He stiffened for a moment, Ciara’s heart drop.
“You don’t like to follow rules, do you?”
She wasn’t sure but she thought she heard him smile.
“No, not really.”
To her horror she heard the slight sound as he lowered his zipper. Turning towards her, she saw the slight flash of skin as his pants lowered and as much as she wanted to see his face she couldn’t for the life of her stand still and gape at a naked stranger, even though she knew it might be the most enjoyable eye candy she might see in her life up until this very minute of her existence.
His teasing laugh jingled down her spine and she felt a flash of irritation at his obvious pleasure in her discomfort.
“The rest of my clothes please.”
Jon stared at the gold leather pants and matching jacket. He liked the shirt with it too.
“Pants.”
Her hands fluttered nervously as she pulled at the pants, tucking too quickly she gasped as the jacket slipped towards the floor.
Snapping down to save it from touching the floor, she whimpered as her lower back spasm painfully.
Her discomfort hurdled through his body and he sped towards her, his hand steadying her as he helped her up.
“Are you ok”
“I’m just a little sore. I’m not used to hard labour but I’ll be ok in a few days, I just need to adjust.”
No you won’t.
“Excuse me?”
“I didn’t say a word.”
She lifted her face but caught a flash of naked ass and almost snapped her head off.
“Could you please just....” she held out the pants towards him.
“Scared of men?”
Indignation turned her voice to ice. “ No, I’m just not into gawking at naked strangers, especially if I don’t have a choice in the matter.”
He clucked at her from somewhere behind her. A warm hand touched her lower back.
How in the name of God did he manage to reach her so quickly? Heck the man was quick on his feet. Peeping sideways she huffed, and his pants is on? Wow!
“Does it hurt here?” his hand traced warm, fuzzy circles and she nodded quickly, the heat was comforting and she swore she could feel the muscles relax under his gentle ministrations.
“Uuuhuuhh.....hhhmmmmm”, confusion robbed her of any words and she stood frozen, too scared to move.
Her essence pulled at him and he swayed towards the sweetness buzzing in her veins, his nose tickled when her curly ponytail brushed his face...she was intoxicating.
A magical thread spun its web around the still forms, heightening the awareness, setting their hearts to a new rhythmic gallop.
Ciara felt a pull towards the man behind her, her body obeyed although her mind wanted to object, battling with common sense and sexual attraction.
“Kidd...it’s almost time....oh....ooh shiiii...I’m sorry.”
The moment shattered into nothingness and Ciara was spat out from the vibrant, pulsing web. She gasped as she turned around, feeling as if she had taken her first breath in minutes. Her lungs expanded and with it realisation dawned. Her face warmed as she stumbled from the warm touch.
“I was just about to leave. Have a good show. Jon, Richie.”
Shaking her hair and squaring her shoulders she mustered as much dignity as possible, and walked out, fixing her eyes on the door, her escape.
“From now on I want you on my wardrobe.” His voice sliced through her. Did the owner of that icy voice just touched her?
“But...”
“No discussion. If you don’t want it, Bon Jovi will have no other way but to end your employment, obviously you aren’t built for heavy labour, so its either putting up with me or you can go home.”
Heart pounding she whipped around, her face burning from embarrassment and fury.
He was busying himself with his jacket, totally ignoring her.
Scared that she might say something she might regret, she stomped out, slamming the door.
“Feisty one, I like it.” Jon flashed a fully fanged smile towards Richie. His smile wasn’t mirrored.
“What the fuck were you thinking? What if she saw you like this. Jesus Jon! You are losing it, you are getting reckless! What were you doing so close to her anyway? Were you getting ready to bite? She seemed totally out of it.”
“Her back hurt, I just eased her discomfort.” His voice was irritated. Jon never liked explaining himself.
“...and about to ease your own, huh? Pull yourself together, the show is about to start and you look far from human.” Richie’s legs took him towards the door. “I think this thing of having her working so closely is just going to open a can of worms better left unopened. You are playing with fire Jon.”
“I like fire, I need some of that fire she is suppressing...I need...” Jon wasn’t talking to him anymore.
“You need to get your ass outta here. Let’s go.”
“I’m ready, stop whining asshole. Just do me a favour? Get someone to keep her busy, I don’t want her to see the show tonight.”
Richie frowned.
“What the hell you up to, my brother?”
“Just a little game and don’t worry, no one will get hurt.”
“Yeah right and of course you can promise me that huh?”
“Whhooaaaa ! Hold on girl! What’s up?”
“Your lead singer is an asshole!” She gritted her teeth as she watched Dave coming closer.
His bemused face drew a giggle from her.
“Did you just marched in there and told him he is an asshole?”
A red blush flashed across her face.
“No...”
Dave sighed a sigh of relief.
“I told him he was an arrogant bastard and that he was rude....” her eyes were as huge. “I just told my boss he is a bastard... oh shit I’m so fired!” Hysteria bubbled from her throat. Her emotions seemed so out of place these days!
“I doubt that, but honey you don’t know Jon. He has quite a temper and well ...you don’t want to piss him off.”
Jutting her chin forward, she met his worried stare.
“Well I don’t care. He acted like a brute and I felt I had to put him in his place besides, Kerry made a mistake, it happens.”
“Kerry...hhmmm that explains it. Let me guess she screwed up the clothes again didn’t she?”
“You mean she does this often? Oh no, I’m an idiot! A gullible idiot!”
“She is a scatterbrained girl, always late, always in a rush...so yeah.”
“Shit. Well I have to get him a new shirt to wear for tonight. I guess I better get going and be ready within an hour with the shirt ...and...and an apology it seems.”
Concern tucked at her eyebrows.
“Please excuse me.”
He waved her towards her destination.
“Good luck sweetheart. “
After endless asking for directions, she busted into the room filled with rails of clothes.
Her fingers brushed across various materials but came to a standstill as it touched dark, black leather.
Her face disappeared into the leather.
HHHmmmmm, I love the scent of it.
A tug at her subconscious yanked her backwards.
The scent was familiar to her, spicy...manly...
Shaking the strange feeling, she focused on the job at hand.
Paging through the shirts, she plucked one from the hanger.
Not too bad but...
She turned towards the rail with the pants.
This will go much better with the shirt and maybe...
Her eyes caught the perfect match. She grinned.
Let’s see if his majesty will take to a total wardrobe change.
Ciara knocked on the door a few minutes later, the butterflies in her stomach flapping wildly.
“Come in.”
He was sitting in a chair, his face upturned and obscured by the body moving around him, hands fluttering as she applied the necessary make up for the show.
“Your clothes...”
His forefinger flicked upwards, stilling her.
Waiting, watching, feeling awkward and out of place, she listened as he warmed up his vocal cords, the woman had now turned to his hair, sorting every strand to lay perfectly in its place.
“Thanks, Gina.”
The woman smiled, they seemed to have a good relationship. She seemed so at ease, gauging by the rate the words flew out of her mouth as her hands worked their magic.
“Hi, I’m Gina. You must be Ciara? Welcome to the Bon Jovi machine.” She winked playfully.
“Yes I am, thank you. I’m glad to be here.”
He didn’t join in the conversation, instead, he stood up and walked towards the other side of the room and took with him Ciara’s concentration as she watched the lithe movement of his body.
“Well I’m outta here. Break a leg Jonny. See ya around Ciara!”
Silence fell over the room.
“Please bring me my shirt.”
Grabbing the outfit from the chair, she strode closer.
“I took the liberty of changing your whole outfit. I just thought it might look better this way.”
He stiffened for a moment, Ciara’s heart drop.
“You don’t like to follow rules, do you?”
She wasn’t sure but she thought she heard him smile.
“No, not really.”
To her horror she heard the slight sound as he lowered his zipper. Turning towards her, she saw the slight flash of skin as his pants lowered and as much as she wanted to see his face she couldn’t for the life of her stand still and gape at a naked stranger, even though she knew it might be the most enjoyable eye candy she might see in her life up until this very minute of her existence.
His teasing laugh jingled down her spine and she felt a flash of irritation at his obvious pleasure in her discomfort.
“The rest of my clothes please.”
Jon stared at the gold leather pants and matching jacket. He liked the shirt with it too.
“Pants.”
Her hands fluttered nervously as she pulled at the pants, tucking too quickly she gasped as the jacket slipped towards the floor.
Snapping down to save it from touching the floor, she whimpered as her lower back spasm painfully.
Her discomfort hurdled through his body and he sped towards her, his hand steadying her as he helped her up.
“Are you ok”
“I’m just a little sore. I’m not used to hard labour but I’ll be ok in a few days, I just need to adjust.”
No you won’t.
“Excuse me?”
“I didn’t say a word.”
She lifted her face but caught a flash of naked ass and almost snapped her head off.
“Could you please just....” she held out the pants towards him.
“Scared of men?”
Indignation turned her voice to ice. “ No, I’m just not into gawking at naked strangers, especially if I don’t have a choice in the matter.”
He clucked at her from somewhere behind her. A warm hand touched her lower back.
How in the name of God did he manage to reach her so quickly? Heck the man was quick on his feet. Peeping sideways she huffed, and his pants is on? Wow!
“Does it hurt here?” his hand traced warm, fuzzy circles and she nodded quickly, the heat was comforting and she swore she could feel the muscles relax under his gentle ministrations.
“Uuuhuuhh.....hhhmmmmm”, confusion robbed her of any words and she stood frozen, too scared to move.
Her essence pulled at him and he swayed towards the sweetness buzzing in her veins, his nose tickled when her curly ponytail brushed his face...she was intoxicating.
A magical thread spun its web around the still forms, heightening the awareness, setting their hearts to a new rhythmic gallop.
Ciara felt a pull towards the man behind her, her body obeyed although her mind wanted to object, battling with common sense and sexual attraction.
“Kidd...it’s almost time....oh....ooh shiiii...I’m sorry.”
The moment shattered into nothingness and Ciara was spat out from the vibrant, pulsing web. She gasped as she turned around, feeling as if she had taken her first breath in minutes. Her lungs expanded and with it realisation dawned. Her face warmed as she stumbled from the warm touch.
“I was just about to leave. Have a good show. Jon, Richie.”
Shaking her hair and squaring her shoulders she mustered as much dignity as possible, and walked out, fixing her eyes on the door, her escape.
“From now on I want you on my wardrobe.” His voice sliced through her. Did the owner of that icy voice just touched her?
“But...”
“No discussion. If you don’t want it, Bon Jovi will have no other way but to end your employment, obviously you aren’t built for heavy labour, so its either putting up with me or you can go home.”
Heart pounding she whipped around, her face burning from embarrassment and fury.
He was busying himself with his jacket, totally ignoring her.
Scared that she might say something she might regret, she stomped out, slamming the door.
“Feisty one, I like it.” Jon flashed a fully fanged smile towards Richie. His smile wasn’t mirrored.
“What the fuck were you thinking? What if she saw you like this. Jesus Jon! You are losing it, you are getting reckless! What were you doing so close to her anyway? Were you getting ready to bite? She seemed totally out of it.”
“Her back hurt, I just eased her discomfort.” His voice was irritated. Jon never liked explaining himself.
“...and about to ease your own, huh? Pull yourself together, the show is about to start and you look far from human.” Richie’s legs took him towards the door. “I think this thing of having her working so closely is just going to open a can of worms better left unopened. You are playing with fire Jon.”
“I like fire, I need some of that fire she is suppressing...I need...” Jon wasn’t talking to him anymore.
“You need to get your ass outta here. Let’s go.”
“I’m ready, stop whining asshole. Just do me a favour? Get someone to keep her busy, I don’t want her to see the show tonight.”
Richie frowned.
“What the hell you up to, my brother?”
“Just a little game and don’t worry, no one will get hurt.”
“Yeah right and of course you can promise me that huh?”
Chapter 81
Ciara had a restless night filled with the nightmarish vampires and the blue eyed stranger in the hallway. Just for good measure, her screwed mind had to throw in the tall, dark eyed guitarist of the band too.
When she woke up early dawn, she felt drained and deathly tired. Her mind was jumbled and in serious need of nothingness. Dragging her tired butt out of bed, she made her way towards the shower, hoping to rinse the unexplained nightmare from her mind.
Dragging a pair of jeans over her legs, a tee and settling for some comfie sneakers, she did a quick tie up of her unruly curls and headed for the door. She had had enough of the room for a while, time to get started with the day.
Excitement rushed through her at the thought of experiencing something new.
Trotting down the hallway, she was quite surprised by the hustle and bustle of friendly faces moving about so early in the morning.
“Hey! Ho! Eeeaasssy!”
Ciara’s breath was knocked from her. A pair of long fingered hands gripped her arms.
“Oh geesh. I’m sorry Richie. I’m like a little girl at a carnival. So much to see!” She licked her lips nervously, fully aware of the humungous palms burning her skin.
His laugh was gentle and his puppy eyes warmed the coldness of the morning. Her dream rushed backed like ominous clouds in her mind and she stepped back.
“You wanna cup of java? I could do with one, shit I hate waking up so damn early.”
She shook her head.
“It’s really not necessary to baby me you know. I’m a big girl I can get my own coffee and besides, I doubt that you treat every roadie to a cup of coffee.”
The friendly eyes twinkled .
“Don’t fight it sweetheart, its only coffee. Just tap into you wild side and say yes.”
She blushed, furious at herself for being so rude.
“Yes, thanks.”
Dipping his head towards the other direction put her feet into motion.
“So are you ready for your first show tonight? The Bon Jovi train can get quite crazy sometimes but whatever happens, you will never regret it. Just too much fuc....fun.”
“To be honest, I’m excited yet nervous. I’ve never done something like this. I’m used to a 5 to 9 job.”
Brushing her cheek with his knuckles , he winked.
“You’ll do just fine. You look like one tough cookie.” To be honest, she looked kinda frail this morning but who was he to burst a girl’s bubble?
“Heck , I hope so.” She managed a smile.
The diningroom was busy so early in the morning, resting his hand in the small of her back, he guided her towards a table filled with hungry looking men, gauging by the groaning plates.
“Hey! Ciara! Come sit down.”
“Thanks, morning David, Teek.”
Richie slipped into a chair opposite her.
One chair remained empty. Hhhmmm..Mr. Oh-so-holy-rockstar.
“He’ll be here in a few, seems Jon is running late this morning.” He gestured towards the empty seat.
After the rest of the introductions have been made, Ciara took a sip of her first taste of coffee, eyeing the men’s healthy appetites.
Sneaking a look around the diningroom, she was hoping to catch the blonde heartthrob of the night before, but no such luck.
“You looking for someone?” David offered with a goofy smile on his face. “ I knew you would make friends quickly.”
Blushing guiltily, she nodded.
“Actually, yes I do. I met some guy last night....hey now! Its not what you think!” She silenced the wolf whistles.
“So tell us sweetheart, what’s his name?” Teek enquired, his eyebrow arched playfully. Jonny boy had some competition!
Smiling from the rim of her cup, she shrugged.
“Actually I don’t know. He didn’t give me his name but I’m sure I’ll see him soon enough. He said he’d been working for Bon Jovi for quite a while. “
Clicking his tongue, Richie winked. “Pretty and secretive huh?”
“No, really I don’t know what his name is. He has blue eyes, a very modern haircut, blonde, nice smile....maybe you know him?”
Silence fell across the table. Tico’s hand was stuck midway towards his mouth. David forgot to swallow his coffee and Richie just....stared.
“Are you sure you haven’t seen this guy before?” Obie offered.
“No..no why?” Delicate eyebrow arched together.
Sharing a look she didn’t quite understand, they shrugged, continuing with their meals. They were obviously avoiding her question.
A hearty breakfast and some good company later the rockstar still hadn’t shown up.
A bit disappointed and upset that she was working for such a self righteous man, she excused herself. It was time to get her hands dirty and own some money.
~~
Ciara groaned as she straightened her back. Blowing an unruly curl from her sweaty face, she felt a twinge of embarrassment as she watched her fellow roadies rushing on, doing their daily tasks without so much as a sigh.
Hell! I am a whoosie!
Rubbing the small of her back, she made her way towards the direction of the bathroom, only to be bulldozed by a wild eyed girl.
“Ooooh shit!” she cried out in despair as she watched the clothes scatter in all directions.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you, wait let me help!” Ciara felt a tweak in her back muscles but bend lower nonetheless.
“Its all my fault. Shit! Jon is going to have my ass for this!” The girl was actually close to tears!
One look at the crumpled shirt in her hands and the tears let loose.
Ciara picked up the last of the clothes and patted the terrified girl’s back.
“It’s not that serious hun. Its just a shirt, it can be washed and ironed again. No biggie.” Geesh this Jon guy seems to be a royal asshole!
“You don’t understand. He’s supposed to wear this tonight. I was about to take it to his dressing room. I’m late as it is, what am I going to tell him now?!”
Biting her bottom lip, a thought crossed her mind.
“Hun, I’ll make you a deal. Give me the shirt. I’ll make sure her gets it.”
Relief was quickly drowned by uncertainty and the girl shook her head.
“I can’t let you do this. You can’t take the wrap for this. If I just got my ass to work earlier, none of this would have happened.”
“Listen...uh....”
“Kerry.”
“Kerry. I’m not scared of Jon. I’ll take the damn shirt. You cant tell me this is his only shirt? It sounds like he is acting like a spoiled little boy. I wont have him shout at you, not on my beat. So you go wash your face and take these with you and sort this out. I know the other band members and I’m sure they wont treat you bad. They’ll understand that accidents happen. Go now, run along...”
Kerry’s thank yous escorted her all the way around the corner.
Pushing her hair out of her face, squaring her shoulders, she made her way towards the dreaded dressing room.
It was about time I meet him, arrogant ass!
Jon’s body stiffened as hot and cold flushes zinged through him. She was close, and she was pissed! His lips pulled into a half smile. She gave off quite a buzz when she was mad! He wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of those flashing eyes and sharp tongue.
He laughed softly but froze as a knock echoed through the room.
Her scent drifted though the door in a misty cloud. Oh fuck!
“Mr. Bon Jovi? I’m here about your shirt.”
Grabbing the towel he had thrown onto the table moments ago, he slammed his face into it.
A muffled “Come in.”, came through the door and Ciara opened the door before her courage fled.
Closing the door behind her, she swung around only to gape like a gawky teenager.
Muscles ripped down his back, sloping into the tightest ass she had ever seen on a man.
WOW! Now this is one rock hard meat palace!
A snort or something sounded like it grated from the towel.
“Just put the shirt over the chair thanks.”
Staring at the crumpled material in her hands, she cleared her throat.
“Well, there is a little problem. Well ...uu...you see. Kerry had a little accident and...”
Still standing with his back to her, he snarled.
“Oh let me guess. She fucked it up again!”
“Now listen here! It was really an accident, she ran into me, so its partly my fault. Don’t you have anything else to wear? The poor girl is nervous as it is, I’m glad I brought this to you and not Kerry. Her nerves are shot, she told me that you would act this way!”
“How sweet of you. While you are busy playing the fairy godmother, why don’t you pull a shirt out of your hat or something.” His voice was dripping sarcasm.
Ciara suddenly lost it, who the hell did he think he was?!
“You are such an arrogant bastard! People make mistakes , that’s human. Oh sorry I forgot you aren’t one, so you expect everyone else to be perfect!”
His back muscles coiled at her words but she was beyond stopping.
“And a godmother has a wand not a hat! And lastly if it wasn’t for helping Kerry out, I would have told you to go to hell and find your own shirt, but I won’t . I’ll get you one even if it damn well kills me. When do you need the shirt your majesty?”
Jon has never in his life been so tempted to turn around and see her swallow her words the moment she saw his face...not now..he loved the turn of events...his little game.
“I want it now but seen as you are new and you don’t know where everything is, I’ll give you an hour and it better be fucking ready.”
Digging her nails into her palms, she stomped her foot.
“Can you please turn around and look at me at least?”
“I don’t have time for your tantrums, get me that shirt. I need to get ready.”
Fury bubbled like molten lava from her insides. She turned on her heel and slammed the door.
When she woke up early dawn, she felt drained and deathly tired. Her mind was jumbled and in serious need of nothingness. Dragging her tired butt out of bed, she made her way towards the shower, hoping to rinse the unexplained nightmare from her mind.
Dragging a pair of jeans over her legs, a tee and settling for some comfie sneakers, she did a quick tie up of her unruly curls and headed for the door. She had had enough of the room for a while, time to get started with the day.
Excitement rushed through her at the thought of experiencing something new.
Trotting down the hallway, she was quite surprised by the hustle and bustle of friendly faces moving about so early in the morning.
“Hey! Ho! Eeeaasssy!”
Ciara’s breath was knocked from her. A pair of long fingered hands gripped her arms.
“Oh geesh. I’m sorry Richie. I’m like a little girl at a carnival. So much to see!” She licked her lips nervously, fully aware of the humungous palms burning her skin.
His laugh was gentle and his puppy eyes warmed the coldness of the morning. Her dream rushed backed like ominous clouds in her mind and she stepped back.
“You wanna cup of java? I could do with one, shit I hate waking up so damn early.”
She shook her head.
“It’s really not necessary to baby me you know. I’m a big girl I can get my own coffee and besides, I doubt that you treat every roadie to a cup of coffee.”
The friendly eyes twinkled .
“Don’t fight it sweetheart, its only coffee. Just tap into you wild side and say yes.”
She blushed, furious at herself for being so rude.
“Yes, thanks.”
Dipping his head towards the other direction put her feet into motion.
“So are you ready for your first show tonight? The Bon Jovi train can get quite crazy sometimes but whatever happens, you will never regret it. Just too much fuc....fun.”
“To be honest, I’m excited yet nervous. I’ve never done something like this. I’m used to a 5 to 9 job.”
Brushing her cheek with his knuckles , he winked.
“You’ll do just fine. You look like one tough cookie.” To be honest, she looked kinda frail this morning but who was he to burst a girl’s bubble?
“Heck , I hope so.” She managed a smile.
The diningroom was busy so early in the morning, resting his hand in the small of her back, he guided her towards a table filled with hungry looking men, gauging by the groaning plates.
“Hey! Ciara! Come sit down.”
“Thanks, morning David, Teek.”
Richie slipped into a chair opposite her.
One chair remained empty. Hhhmmm..Mr. Oh-so-holy-rockstar.
“He’ll be here in a few, seems Jon is running late this morning.” He gestured towards the empty seat.
After the rest of the introductions have been made, Ciara took a sip of her first taste of coffee, eyeing the men’s healthy appetites.
Sneaking a look around the diningroom, she was hoping to catch the blonde heartthrob of the night before, but no such luck.
“You looking for someone?” David offered with a goofy smile on his face. “ I knew you would make friends quickly.”
Blushing guiltily, she nodded.
“Actually, yes I do. I met some guy last night....hey now! Its not what you think!” She silenced the wolf whistles.
“So tell us sweetheart, what’s his name?” Teek enquired, his eyebrow arched playfully. Jonny boy had some competition!
Smiling from the rim of her cup, she shrugged.
“Actually I don’t know. He didn’t give me his name but I’m sure I’ll see him soon enough. He said he’d been working for Bon Jovi for quite a while. “
Clicking his tongue, Richie winked. “Pretty and secretive huh?”
“No, really I don’t know what his name is. He has blue eyes, a very modern haircut, blonde, nice smile....maybe you know him?”
Silence fell across the table. Tico’s hand was stuck midway towards his mouth. David forgot to swallow his coffee and Richie just....stared.
“Are you sure you haven’t seen this guy before?” Obie offered.
“No..no why?” Delicate eyebrow arched together.
Sharing a look she didn’t quite understand, they shrugged, continuing with their meals. They were obviously avoiding her question.
A hearty breakfast and some good company later the rockstar still hadn’t shown up.
A bit disappointed and upset that she was working for such a self righteous man, she excused herself. It was time to get her hands dirty and own some money.
~~
Ciara groaned as she straightened her back. Blowing an unruly curl from her sweaty face, she felt a twinge of embarrassment as she watched her fellow roadies rushing on, doing their daily tasks without so much as a sigh.
Hell! I am a whoosie!
Rubbing the small of her back, she made her way towards the direction of the bathroom, only to be bulldozed by a wild eyed girl.
“Ooooh shit!” she cried out in despair as she watched the clothes scatter in all directions.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you, wait let me help!” Ciara felt a tweak in her back muscles but bend lower nonetheless.
“Its all my fault. Shit! Jon is going to have my ass for this!” The girl was actually close to tears!
One look at the crumpled shirt in her hands and the tears let loose.
Ciara picked up the last of the clothes and patted the terrified girl’s back.
“It’s not that serious hun. Its just a shirt, it can be washed and ironed again. No biggie.” Geesh this Jon guy seems to be a royal asshole!
“You don’t understand. He’s supposed to wear this tonight. I was about to take it to his dressing room. I’m late as it is, what am I going to tell him now?!”
Biting her bottom lip, a thought crossed her mind.
“Hun, I’ll make you a deal. Give me the shirt. I’ll make sure her gets it.”
Relief was quickly drowned by uncertainty and the girl shook her head.
“I can’t let you do this. You can’t take the wrap for this. If I just got my ass to work earlier, none of this would have happened.”
“Listen...uh....”
“Kerry.”
“Kerry. I’m not scared of Jon. I’ll take the damn shirt. You cant tell me this is his only shirt? It sounds like he is acting like a spoiled little boy. I wont have him shout at you, not on my beat. So you go wash your face and take these with you and sort this out. I know the other band members and I’m sure they wont treat you bad. They’ll understand that accidents happen. Go now, run along...”
Kerry’s thank yous escorted her all the way around the corner.
Pushing her hair out of her face, squaring her shoulders, she made her way towards the dreaded dressing room.
It was about time I meet him, arrogant ass!
Jon’s body stiffened as hot and cold flushes zinged through him. She was close, and she was pissed! His lips pulled into a half smile. She gave off quite a buzz when she was mad! He wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of those flashing eyes and sharp tongue.
He laughed softly but froze as a knock echoed through the room.
Her scent drifted though the door in a misty cloud. Oh fuck!
“Mr. Bon Jovi? I’m here about your shirt.”
Grabbing the towel he had thrown onto the table moments ago, he slammed his face into it.
A muffled “Come in.”, came through the door and Ciara opened the door before her courage fled.
Closing the door behind her, she swung around only to gape like a gawky teenager.
Muscles ripped down his back, sloping into the tightest ass she had ever seen on a man.
WOW! Now this is one rock hard meat palace!
A snort or something sounded like it grated from the towel.
“Just put the shirt over the chair thanks.”
Staring at the crumpled material in her hands, she cleared her throat.
“Well, there is a little problem. Well ...uu...you see. Kerry had a little accident and...”
Still standing with his back to her, he snarled.
“Oh let me guess. She fucked it up again!”
“Now listen here! It was really an accident, she ran into me, so its partly my fault. Don’t you have anything else to wear? The poor girl is nervous as it is, I’m glad I brought this to you and not Kerry. Her nerves are shot, she told me that you would act this way!”
“How sweet of you. While you are busy playing the fairy godmother, why don’t you pull a shirt out of your hat or something.” His voice was dripping sarcasm.
Ciara suddenly lost it, who the hell did he think he was?!
“You are such an arrogant bastard! People make mistakes , that’s human. Oh sorry I forgot you aren’t one, so you expect everyone else to be perfect!”
His back muscles coiled at her words but she was beyond stopping.
“And a godmother has a wand not a hat! And lastly if it wasn’t for helping Kerry out, I would have told you to go to hell and find your own shirt, but I won’t . I’ll get you one even if it damn well kills me. When do you need the shirt your majesty?”
Jon has never in his life been so tempted to turn around and see her swallow her words the moment she saw his face...not now..he loved the turn of events...his little game.
“I want it now but seen as you are new and you don’t know where everything is, I’ll give you an hour and it better be fucking ready.”
Digging her nails into her palms, she stomped her foot.
“Can you please turn around and look at me at least?”
“I don’t have time for your tantrums, get me that shirt. I need to get ready.”
Fury bubbled like molten lava from her insides. She turned on her heel and slammed the door.
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