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“You’re an asshole!” she yells at me, shocking me out of my bliss, as she punches me in my arm, for double the effect.
“What! Angel, calm down,” I say, surprised at her outburst, although I do like her feisty.
“You were hiding from me today, weren’t you?” she asks, like a teacher scolding a child.
I have no reply because I don’t want to lie to her, and I don’t want to admit that I was in fact hiding. I feel like I am getting reprimanded, and I like this spicy side to her. I give her my trademark smirk and that calms her again.
“Look at you, you should have come to me, I would have taken care of you.” She sighs. “Don’t hide from me, Stephen,” she says in a calm soft voice again. “Run to me, but never run away from me.”
And like another punch to the gut, this woman delivers a blow so hard that I nearly lose my footing. My heart pumps hard, my breath has left my body. Run to her. She wants me to run to her. She wants me and all my dark mess of a life. With those simple words, I now know that if we are together, that she wouldn’t be coming into my darkness, I would be walking into her light.
So, I do what any man would do in my situation. I grab her face, cup her cheeks and I kiss her, I fucking kiss her like I might die at any moment because frankly this woman, this small, innocent, fragile woman is saving me. I need her like the air I breathe. She is taken aback by my sudden attack of love, but grips my wrists and hangs on. I won’t drop her, I won’t let her fall. She is here, in my arms, and I am holding on to her, never planning to let her go.
I pull away from her, both of us breathless, my rib cage burning in my chest as I struggle for air.
As if she knows what I’m thinking, she looks at me with her perfect eyes and whispers, “It’s okay, I got you.” Then she takes my hand and leads me back to the couch where she picks up the ice that Melanie left and begins to take care of me.
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20
MOLLY
I left the club around midnight in one of Stephen's VIP cars, not being able to keep my eyes open any longer after I iced and helped him with his wounds.
To say that I am worried about him is an understatement. He didn’t tell me too much, but he was attacked at his club again last night, and the thought of him being unsafe worries me. I am not sure who would want to attack him or why, but I can only trust that Jake and the rest of his security will look after him.
After being so nervous about going, I am glad I went to Club Nitro tonight. Spending time with him and learning more about his business was amazing. He truly is a fantastic businessman, very successful, and the club was pumping with people. Stephen introduced me to a few of his key staff, so that I can go back anytime and feel welcome. My name now firmly sits on the top of the guest list each and every night, and the door team have been briefed on who I am and now know to let me straight into the venue anytime, no questions asked.
Stephen’s driver, Chris, waits in the car out the front of my house to watch me as I make my way safely inside, pulling away from the curb just as I close and lock the front door.
I yawn as I walk down the hall to my bedroom, tired from the night’s activities. I undress and wash my makeup off, then crawl into bed. Dressed in my not so sexy pajamas, I feel miles away from the person I was tonight. I know Stephen liked my outfit, if his constant gaze on my body was anything to go by. I think about the hectic night he has ahead of him, and I can’t help but wish he was here with me instead.
While my body is weary, my mind is running a million miles an hour, so I stay awake and read my favorite romance novel to help my mind slow down ready for sleep. As with all good books, I am too invested to put it down and at 2am, just as I turn the last page, I hear a noise outside. It isn’t often I am home alone, and although gran can’t fight off an intruder, I feel stronger and safer having another person in the house.
Nervously, I put my book down and tiptoe out of my bedroom, down the hall, to the front door, to check that it is locked. As I do, I hear the noise again, so frightened, I grab my phone and call 911. They answer quickly and I relay my address just as I hear scratching at the front door. Someone is trying to pick the lock. Fear pulses through my body, my heart is racing, and my hands start to shake.
My breath catches in my chest, and I start to panic. Sure, we live in a rough neighborhood, but we have never been broken into before. The 911 operator tells me a patrol car is within 2 miles of my home and keeps me on the phone. She talks to me as I run to the back of the house where I hide in our linen cupboard. It smells of mothballs and I bury myself into the blankets, thankful that I am tiny and can fit into small spaces well. I shut the door to the cupboard, just as I hear the front door open and heavy footsteps make their way inside.
“They’re inside,” I whisper to the operator, trying to be quiet, squeezing my eyes closed in fear.
“Just hold tight, ma’am, the patrol car is only 2 minutes away. You should start to hear their siren soon.”
I hold my breath, my hand firmly clamped over the top to ensure not even a whisper escapes. I am not sure where in the house the intruders are. I can’t see out of my hiding spot, but I can hear them whispering and shuffling around the house, looking for something. My body is shaking, and I can hear their footsteps getting closer before they stop, right outside the linen cupboard door.
“Where is she?” a man hisses.
“She should be here,” another man replies in a voice I feel is familiar, but I can’t place.
Oh my God, they are looking for me! Why is anyone breaking into my house looking for me? Just as I think they are going to open the linen cupboard door and find me, police sirens interrupt the silent streets.
“Fuck, let’s get out of here,” is the last thing they say before I hear their loud footsteps run down the hall and back out the front door.
“They have gone,” I say to the phone operator who has stayed on the line with me.
“Just stay where you are ma’am. Officer Patrick Salon is in the patrol car. Wait until he comes into the house and identifies himself and then I will hang up on you and you will be in safe hands.”
“Ma’am, it is Officer Patrick Salon. I am here to help.” A shout comes from the front door.
