“I’m going to come up to your room and fuck you with my mask still on.”
Her breathing hitched.“How do I know this isn’t some sick joke?”
My heart tore at the crack in her voice. She’d waited for me, despite thinking I’d been dead for the last ten years. If she was being lied to about who I was, it’d crush her. Thankfully, it was me. The boy she’d spent five years in solitude with. The boy who protected her, held her when she cried, and eventually helped her escape.
I gulped and repeated the last words I’d said to her before I pushed her away, only to be brutally punished for it later.
“Don’t talk to anyone. Don’t look back. Run.”
“Oh my god.” She hung up.
She rushed down her stairs, and I thought for sure she was coming straight to the basement, but she didn’t. There was clanging and rustling in the kitchen for a moment before she returned to her room.
This wasn’t the first time I’d been here. I’d seen every inch of her house. I’d come and memorized where every room was for this very moment. I could tell exactly where she was.
I pressed my foot down on the first stair leading up but paused. Something didn’t feel right.I paced for another fifteen minutes. Had I blown it? No, Eisley didn’t trust the cops in this town. As she shouldn’t.I was staring at the window I’d crawled through when my phone rang again.
“I-I don’t believe it’s you.”
Ah, she’d gone down for more wine. Good.
“Why not?”
“Because the Constantine I knew wouldn’t have abandoned me for ten years. And now you just show up? What’s up with that?”
“What’s your poison tonight?” I asked, reciting her catchphrase back to her.
“Wine, a very good wine. All of my very good bourbon is gone.” She giggled. “Guess who drank it before you could get here?”
“Is that all he drank?” I snarled.
She sighed. “Yes, although now I wished I’d let him. I’m mad at you right now.”
She must have slammed the bottle. Which meant the pill I’d slipped into the bottle on her counter when I was here earlier was in her system already.
“Apparently. Is this what you do when you’re mad? Make drunk calls to your exes?”
“Are you my ex?” she asked. “Because last time I checked, we’re both wearing our rings.”At that, I started up the stairs, as quietly as I could manage.“Constantine, are you still in my house?” she purred into the phone as I walked right through her kitchen, past her living room, and up the stairs to her bedroom.
“What would you do if I was?” I growled.
“Mmmm… maybe I’d let you be the first… to watch me.”
Like hell. I would not watch.I would participate. But, I’d shelve that idea for later.
I went to her room and stood in front of the door. The lights were off, and I could hear her speaking on the other side.
“I’m going to go now,” I said, keeping my voice low.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve got an appointment.”
I reached for the doorknob and turned it, letting the door swing slowly open.Eisley sat up quickly and stared at me in horror.I took a moment to soak in her beauty. She had changed out of her clothes and slipped into a black, lacy negligee with only panties to match. Her perfect tits shone right through.I stormed over to her and pushed her down onto her pillows, crawling over her.
She groaned as my hand slid from her hips up, grazing her breasts and collarbone and pausing at her neck.She was so beautiful.
“Constantine?” she asked me, but I didn’t answer. Instead, I bent and inhaled deeply through the mask. She smelled divine.I’d spent so many years imagining this moment, and here it was.
