9_ARNOLD

Her lips felt soft against mine as she slowly made love to my mouth. My fingers dug into her rich dark hair as I held her head in place and deepened the kiss. She felt warm and she smelt like lavender I was instantly intoxicated. I ran my hands down her back and held her waist firmly pulling her closer to me, I could feel her hardened nipples against my chest as I pulled her even closer. She broke the kiss at that point and stared into my eye, blessing me with the view of her beautiful brown orbs with flecks of gold. She leaned into me and I thought she was about to kiss me but she whispered into my ear in the softest voice that sent shivers all over my body and made my dick stir in excitement. I was still lost in that bliss when I felt her fingers tighten around my neck chocking me. I couldn't breathe. She had this cynical look in her eyes as she watched the life drain out of me, then she screamed into my face "wake up" and then I felt myself falling of a cliff...

I woke up with a start. My heart was racing in my chest at an extremely dangerous rate. I took in deep breaths as I willed myself to breathe. I didn't know which category to place the dream I just had; should it be called a nightmare?

I felt a painful stir in my shorts and noticed I was sporting a huge hard on. I let out a loud groan and fell back into bed. Who is this girl? She didn't stop at invading my mind, she had to migrate into my dreams too.

I could see the sun slowly peaking out from the blinds. I smiled slowly; this was the longest sleep I've had in a long while. I made to get up and the painful stir in my shorts reminded me of my situation, I closed my eyes for a brief second, I need a cold shower, I badly needed to hit the gym, but my body has not fully recovered, so that's totally a bad idea. The shower would have to suffice.

The cold shower helped a little. As soon as I stepped out of the shower, I heard my phone buzz indicating a text. My heart soared. Jack finally found the girl? I made quick work of drying my body. I secured the towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom.

I walked straight to my nightstand and picked up my phone. My face fell in disappointment as I saw my Mother's name on the screen. I rolled my eyes.

I know I said I would call her, but that was four days ago. I had nothing to say to her. I tossed the phone on my bed and went into my excessively large walk in closet to find something to wear.

Dressed in black sweatpants and a black tee, I lay down on my bed and finally picked up my phone to read the text.

Son, please join us for dinner tomorrow by six.

I rolled my eyes as I read the text over and over again. What was I expecting? An elaborate display of empathy or concern? But that's just who she is. She never cared for anyone other than herself, as far as I can remember. I tried to think of once in my entire thirty years of life when she ever played the role of a mother, and I came short. Harley left the second she turned eighteen and Mother made sure I was shipped off to military school as soon as I turned sixteen. Her excuse was that she needed to make me tough, but I knew she needed me to get out of her hair. Father tried his best to be there for us, but work always got in between sometimes. He was always travelling around the globe, but the few ties he was around he made sure he spent time with us, no matter how little.

I let out a heavy sigh as a soft knock sounded on the door. Without waiting for my response, Jacque entered, an apron wrapped around his body and a chef's hat perched on his head.

"Sir your breakfast is ready. Would you like it here?" his French accent more pronounced with each word.

"No. I'll eat at the terrace. I need the fresh air"

With a slight bow, he left the room closing the door noiselessly.

My phone vibrated again drawing my attention to it.

I picked up the phone and saw a text that made my heart start beating a mile a minute.

I found your girl. Meet me at The Lounge in an hour. You're paying for my coffee

*****

The Lounge was already crowded when he got there. He had to look around for close to two minutes before he spotted Jack sprawled on a chair smoking a cigarette. He had on a baseball cap which shielded a part of his face.

He walked up to him and sat down on the empty chair opposite him.

"Nice disguise" he muttered a small smile touching his lips.

I had worn my black hoody; the hood was up covering half of my face.

"this is a public place; I don't want to attract unnecessary attention"

"But you brought them" he nodded at a table were two of my guards occupied

"I had to. My life is still in danger, remember?"

Jack opened his mouth to say something when a waiter approached our table. He put the cigarette in a glass of water that was already on the table and turned to the waiter.

"A large Frappuccino, please? That would be all" he smiled at her causing her to blush a little and avert her gaze before walking away.

He turned to me with that look of mischief, he had gotten used to, in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to ask, do you want anything?"

I glared at him and rolled my eyes.

"Funny" I muttered.

The waitress came back again with his coffee and placed it in front of him.

"Please can you get me a glass of water" I said as she turned to leave.

She nodded slightly and walked away.

"So... You said you found the girl?"

He looked at me, took a sip of his coffee and let out a soft moan. I glared at him again, I was so close to punching his smug face.

He reached for something on the floor and placed a small file in front of me.

The nice waitress brought my water and smiled at me as she placed it on a coaster.

"thank you" I smiled back.

I reached for the file in front of me and flipped it open. And the essence that have been haunting my life for the past few weeks, stared back at me, a smile on her face.

So, she can actually smile.

The two times I've seen her, she presented this tough, brave front that seemed almost unapproachable and cold.

The file contained everything I needed to know about her, down to her blood type.

"Thank you, man,"

"Your girl is a hero"

"she's not my girl. At least not yet"

I stood up, dropped a few dollars on the table and walked out.

The woman closed her eyes as she felt him arrive at his third orgasm for the night

The woman closed her eyes as she felt him arrive at his third orgasm for the night. His dick felt flaccid inside her as he slowly pulled out. She rolled to her side turning away from him as she heard him dress up behind her. She heard the sound of liquid being poured into a glass and she turned her head to see him pour himself a glass of whiskey. The amber colored liquid swirling in the glass as he took a sip.

"If you keep this up. I might decide to overlook the money you owe me and just keep you around as my personal whore"

He took another sip, his eyes never leaving hers.

She stood up from the bed and began to gather my clothes. She could feel his eyes on her as she dressed up.

"I don't know why you are kin on saving his life"

"Because I don't want to see someone else suffer for my crimes" she bit back as she slipped her legs into her slides.

"Then why did you sell his soul to me?" his stare became hard as he took one final gulp of his drink and turned to pour himself another one.

"Because at that time, it felt like the right thing to do?"

"And now?"

She held her tongue. She knew whatever she said will come back to bite her in the ass.

With one final look at him, she turned and fled the room, a drop of tear sliding down her cheek.