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“Problem?” I ask him, not hiding my annoyance until he seems to recognize me from about the place.
“Uh, no sir. No problem, where to?” he asks, smiling.
I lift a brow at Carol’s eyes in the rearview.
Feeling that stab in my chest deepen when she tells him her address.
It’s a shitty side of town, and not one I’d want to see her in by herself let alone have to live there.
I file it all away, along with the bullshit about how much people like Carol get paid.
For now, I want to enjoy her.
Enjoy our time together.
I try to make some small talk along the way, but I can see her face falling the closer we get to her place, especially once we cross the bridge.
“You don’t have to come up,” she says once we get there, the cab parked at the curb and throwing off more light than there is in the doorway.
“Oh yes I do,” I tell her, slipping the cabbie some cash and scanning the dark street for trouble as I watch his taillights and exhaust disappear into the cold night.
Out of reflex more than experience, I have to admit.
“Who?” A gruff voice shouts, fuzzy through the intercom once Carol buzzes her super.
“Carol Perkins, Mr. Jelso. From number 203.”
There’s a loud grunt and then a click.
Carol guides me through the dark to the open door, and again as we reach a staircase.
“Elevator’s busted,” she explains.
I can feel myself getting annoyed more and more by the second.
And it’s not Carol’s fault.
None of it.
It looks like the hallway light’s busted too, and I’ve already made up my mind.
Carol’s not spending another night here, not if I have anything to say about it.
We stand in the dark, close to each other and my hand reaches for hers, pulling her close as I’m about to tell her so.
I can feel her trembling under my grip in the darkness, shivering through her costume.
Without even thinking anymore, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, I lean in to kiss her.
My face getting closer to hers, feeling her lips so close to mine as they part to melt us together.
“Perkins… 203,” A rough voice drawls from the other end of the hall, mixed with the jangling of a keychain.
I feel Carol gasp and step back with a start as I make out the short figure hustling towards us, the orange glow of a cigar stub all that’s lighting the space between us.
“And who are you dressed as?” he asks roughly, ignoring me until he unlocks her door and flicks the light on.
“Jesus,” he exclaims, looking up at me. “I thought you were a God dammed Christmas tree she’d dragged home,” he rasps.
I hear my knuckles crack, which he ignores.
“Oh, by the way, sweet cheeks. A month’s rent by morning or I’m callin’ the cops. I’ve had it with your bullshit stories. You’re not even cute. At least Marlene in 604 can suck my dick to cover some of her rent,” he sneers.Chapter SevenCarolMy fingers dig into Lucian’s arm as I feel him lurch towards my landlord, growling.
I’m in enough trouble as it is, I don’t need assault charges on top of my impending eviction.
“Leave it, Lucian, please?” I beg him, feeling him stop but not relax as he watches Jelso disappear around the stairwell, laughing to himself, puffing like a horrible old steam train.
“How much do you owe?” he asks me, not taking his eyes off the space where Jelso stood.
I shift, uneasy on my feet. This is more than embarrassing.
“Twelve hundred,” I whisper, feeling my lower lip quiver and a hot tear slid down my cheek.
How did I think I was gonna make any of this work?
Lucian doesn’t flinch, he’s like stone.
“You’d better go,” I tell him. “I don’t want any-”
“You won’t have any,” he says gently. “No trouble from me. But I’m not going anywhere without you Carol. That’s a promise.”
“Oh Lucian, what am I gonna do?” I hear myself gasp, all the tears coming now. All bravado gone.
I hate this apartment, the crappy jobs I have to take to even try and keep it, but now I have nothing.
Nothing and nobody all over again.
The story of my life so far.
His firm grip brings me to my senses as his feet push mine inside, the door locking behind him as I feel his heaving body against my chest.
A chest suddenly stiff from the memory of him, the scent of him, and the sheer size and strength of him.
“You’re coming with me Carol, no if’s and’s or but's. Got it?” he orders, pulling me extra close and I feel firsthand that those weren’t… those aren’t pleats at the front of his pants.
“Kiss me,” he says, making me gasp louder, then start to shiver as he says it again, leaning closer.
“Kiss me and then feel my cock,” he demands, firmer now and louder. So loud I worry someone will hear.
