“Fuck you!” I shouted, reaching my bedroom. “You knew! This whole time she’s been back you fucking knew she was attacked! And you never said a word. You begged me to spare Alicia’s life though.” I turned on Emma with angry eyes.
“Yes,” she nodded, “I did. Because she was not responsible for what happened to Patience that night.”
“So who is?” I yelled.
Emma gave me a sorrowful look, her lips sealed into a thin line, remaining shut.
That pissed me off anew and I ran my arm across the top of my dresser, knocking everything over.
“Aaron, please!” she yelped, looking almost as frightened as Alicia had that morning.
“Please, what? Spare your life? You’re lucky you’re already dead.”
Her eyes widened in shock and then horror. Hurt.
“You’re not real.” I shook my head. “Just a figment of a child’s imagination. A lonely, scared child that needed someone to save him. Instead, I got you. A fucking ghost that holds secrets and lies to my face.”
“Ineverlied to you.”
“But you damn sure never told me the entire truth. Even now, you know who attacked my wife and my children and you haven’t said shit!”
“I can’t! There are things I can’t tell you. It would alter too much. But I can help you–”
“Yeah, help me by leaving me the fuck alone. Forever!”
“Aaron, you don’t mean that.”
“I do. Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone. Forever! Keep your snide,I told you so’sand your fucking hidden truths and take them back wherever the hell you’re from.”
Emma made a move in my direction, but the snarl on my face caused her to stop. All I saw was red.
“Is this how you truly want it?”
“Have you not been listening?”
“Okay,” she stated, nodding solemnly. “I will abide by your wishes. I will only return upon your request.”
“A request I wouldn’t hold my breath for if I were you.”
Her enlarged brown, watery eyes peered up at me. “We will see each other again. At your request.”
I snorted and stormed off for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Twenty minutes later when I emerged from the shower, the room was empty. I glanced at my dresser, expecting to find the mess that I’d left, but it wasn’t there. Everything had been placed on the dresser where it had been. Even the mirror that had been knocked off and cracked, was restored and placed on top of the dresser.
I stood in front of the mirror, looking myself in the eye. I saw the anger boiling behind my hazel irises. I blinked my eyes closed, inhaling deeply, attempting to pull myself together. I needed to get to the office, but most importantly, I couldn’t let my wife and children see how upset I was. I would never want my children raised in the type of home I lived in the first eight years of my life. And to do that, I needed to tamp down on my aggression while at home.
That was a feat easier said than done, in the state I was in. But I’d done impossible feats before.
I finished buttoning my suit and removed my cell phone from my pocket as I raced down the stairs to the front door. As I got in the backseat of my town car that was held open by my driver, I pressed the button for my head of security. I told him to meet me in my head office later that afternoon. We needed to go over increased security for my family. The Oakland police may have believed Patience’s attacker was caught but she hadn’t seemed convinced. And neither was I.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Patience
“Mmmm,” I moaned as the delicious sensations rolled through my body. I felt as if I was being elevated into the highest, brightest light possible. My muscles clenched and I wiggled my hips, seeking more and more of that ecstasy I was experiencing. Slowly, my eyes opened and I realized I was flat on my back in my bed. When my vision cleared, I peered lower down my body and felt another gush of moisture release from my body, when I saw Aaron’s dark head between my thighs. His arms wrapped around my legs, holding them in place, as his mouth worked its devastation on my pussy.
I let out another deep moan, slamming my head back against the pillows. I went to reach for his head, to push it away. I’d already had one orgasm—the one that woke me up in the first place, and he was obviously trying to wring another one free from my body. I couldn’t…we didn’t have time for that. But when I moved my hands, I could only lift them a few inches off the bed. They were handcuffed and tied around one of the posts of the headboard, restricting my range of movement.
“A-Aaron,” I panted, my voice caught between confusion, anger, and lust. “A-Aaron, untie me n–” I was cut off on a gasp when he ran the tip of his tongue across my swollen clit. I felt his thick fingers as they invaded my pussy. I gushed again when he curled them, brushing my inner walls. Another orgasm was coming and I couldn’t do anything to stop it, or him. He rose to his knees, bringing the entire bottom half of my body with him, pushing my upper body deeper into the bed. Finally, his eyes opened and caught mine. They were almost black with need. He still hadn’t said a word, past the moaning he did against my nether lips, as if my body had been the only thing he had ever hungered for. I came again, that thought pushing me over, with his intent eyes still on mine. I shook and convulsed and he continued to lap up all the cream that spilled from my body.
