Chapter 11: Who is she?

Stevie's Pov

R18: Sexual content. Kindly skip if sensitive.

I didn't. I simply stared at her defiantly. She exhaled and pouted her lips, coming closer…she leaned in so she could talk to me.

Tell me everything I needed to hear, Lisa. Make letting a girl that loves me run out the window worth it…I waited for Lisa to talk and she did.

"You are ruining the fun by being too…"

I knew she was about to say something mean and stabby to my heart and what better way to shut her up completely than to finish what she started by pushing her up against the wall and slamming my dick inside her without warning or the usual foreplay.

"Uhh" she moaned out loud, maybe she was surprised at my action or maybe it hurt (good) or maybe it was pleasure.

I was mad with desire. Lisa makes me lose my mind.

I waited for her to say no but she didn't. Instead she leaned down and kissed my neck.

"Faster…oh, gosh!" She said through her clenched jaw. I took my sweet time.

Sex with Lisa was something of a heaven, it was nothing like sex with Ira White. But a brief moment, before we achieved climax, I heard Ira's voice in my head.

(No one would ever love you as much as I do, Stevie. No one would ever come close)

That couldn't be true, right?

As I cleaned her up afterwards before taking care of myself, I was quiet.

"Okay, Steve…okay. I will leave Jared. And we can be together…for real"

I smiled and I was going to kiss her when my phone rang. I picked it up.

IRA.

It has to be her. I was going to let her back in if Lisa had refused to leave Jared but now, I couldn't do that, not when love is within reach.

I checked and to my surprise, it wasn't her. It was something else…someone else. My father.

"I have to go. Duty calls, Love" I told Lisa and started putting myself together.

***

"You can't be serious, father. I can't be an Aid to him" I complained.

"You will be Prime Minister one day. This is a stepping stone, Son. You work for him now and you need to do everything in your power to keep him in line, it is what the old man wants. Now, go. He is waiting outside"

I walked out of the statehouse as pissed as hell. I should be thinking about Lisa but instead I am going to be a babysitter to an idiot boy who up until a few weeks ago couldn't even speak in my presence and I was going to do it with a smile.

Bloody hell!

When I came outside, he was leaning on a yellow sports car.

Hardy!

Where I expected the tattered boy who came to my father begging for a menial job for sustenance, I met someone different.

Hardy was wearing a loose white shirt with navy blue dress pants with Jack Purcell low-top leather sneakers. It gave me a pause.

Who the hell is this?! It couldn't be Hardy!

"Oh hey, Stanley…ready to go!" He asked me and opened the car door to enter.

Did he just call me Stanley?!

"It's Steve" i yelled

I opened the car door and entered, he sped off almost instantly leaving me fighting to place my seatbelt on before the inevitable crash.

"Slow down!" I yelled at him.

"Why?" He asked and went even faster.

"So we don't meet an untimely end…so we don't crash and burn! So we don't die a horrible death!, I don't know. Just do it"

He hit the brake causing me to prop forward and hit my nose on the dashboard.

"Jesus! Men!" I yelled out loud and tried to stop my bleeding nose with my hand.

"Hmm, your nose is bleeding, Stanley" he told me like I didn't know it was fucking bleeding!

"Yeah, you think? And my name is not Stanley. It's Steve"

"Of course. My mistake, Steph. I am supposed to join the Military. Any chance you could point me to the recruitment center" he asked me.

I tried to ignore the fact that he called me Steph and focus on not punching his annoying face.

"Take your left…" my voice trailed off when I saw his ear. "is that earring…on your ear?" I asked him and squinted my ears.

"It's cool right?" He smiled widely.

"No…not cool. You are not supposed to have any perforation! Of any kind! It's frowned upon"

He laughed harder.

"Exactly what grandpa said when he saw it! I half expected him to have a heart attack and die but good ticker in the old man. Anyway, you said "take left right?" He asked and drove off again before I could answer.

Soon we were in the recruitment center and the buses were almost ready to leave.

He stopped the car and turned to look at me.

"Did you pack for my trip?"

I blinked. "I am not your butler, Hardy"

He stared at me without blinking.

"No…no, you are not but you are here to serve at my pleasure. Why else would I request for you specifically?"

I narrowed my eyes on him.

"You did? Is this because of what happened ten years ago?" I asked him.

"You mean when I showed up at the statehouse, hoping someone…anyone would get me an audience with the old man but instead, you threw me on my arse and spat on me?" He asked me

"Yes" I said in-between my clenched jaw.

He chuckled and then leaned in to touch my shoulder.

"Of course not. I don't hold grudges. How could I, Stan? But I am going to need underwear" when I didn't move, he adjusted my shirt and smiled again. "Tick Tock…time's a wastin, Stan! The gift shop down there might have some. And don't forget toothpaste. I'm gonna need some"

I exhaled and took out my wallet. I opened it and a picture of Ira fell out and he picked it up.

We both stared at it.

I remember the photograph.

I forgot I even kept it there, I took it the first day I saw her, in that bookstore curled up in a corner with this little smile and a romance book in one hand.

"Who is she?" He asked me without taking his eyes off of the photo.