Captivated

“You wanna go grab a coffee or something to eat?” Sure Damien, because she’s fifty-five and just in time for the early bird special. The fuck, coffee? I’m losing my shit. I don’t think I gave her time to answer before taking her hand and leading her back to the car.

“Where to boss?” This fuck! I named one of my favorite little hole in the wall eateries, and he drove off. All this time she hadn’t said two words. “You don’t have to hug the door, babe. I’m not going to hurt you.” I sat as close to my own door as I could, showing her how non-threatening I was.

It didn’t occur to me that I’d just damn near kidnapped her and now she was in a car with two strange men. “Fuck, Dray, stop the car.” He screeched to a halt and eased up to the sidewalk. I got out and walked around to her side to let her out.

I reached in the took her out by her hand before slamming the door closed. “Why don’t we walk?” It was a nice day for it, and we were right outside the park, so why not. I gave a fleeting thought to her brother in law but decided in the moment that if the choice is having to deal with him or leaving her feeling scared I could kill his ass sooner than I had planned.

We’d walked ten damn blocks with her hand in mine and me throwing out questions at her like an automaton. I learned her last name, her age, which was legal thank fuck, and a little bit more but not much. I didn’t broach the subject of her brother in law, not that first day.

We’d spent the hour at the restaurant talking in that getting to know you kinda way. I learned her shyness was the real deal. She’d been raised in some hick town in Ohio somewhere and was scared shitless of the city. Before moving here, she’d been homeschooled of all things. I didn’t even know they still did that shit in this country.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” It was the last question I asked her at the little round table where we sat watching people walk by outside in between taking sips of the coffee that I had no interest in and the apple juice she was taking sips of.

She shook her head and tore into the napkin in her hands. “You do now!” Her head had popped up at that, and the look in her eyes almost got her fucked right there at the table in front of the plate-glass windows. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

I took her home and watched her walk inside again with an odd feeling in my chest. Sometimes in life, you meet someone that you hate to even hang up the phone with, I hated to see her walk away and close that door between us. It’s only as we were driving away that I realized I’d forgotten to ask her one pertinent thing.

“Fuck, I don’t know the name of her school.”

“We’ll get it, boss, can’t be that hard.” You’d think. In a city, some people call Sodom and Gomorrah; they sure have a shit ton of catholic schools in this bitch. It took me another two damn days to find her and only because shit had come up that needed my attention, and I couldn’t stake out her place.

By the end of that first week, I’d got all the information I needed to keep track of her. She didn’t have a cellphone, so I bought her one; she balked. I was coming to know her pretty well by then, so I knew just how to get her to cave.

“Babe, this thing cost me ten grand, I can’t take it back.”

“Ten…why so much?” She looked from me to the little gift bag I held out to her. “To answer your question, I had it customized.” The shit had been encrusted with diamonds and one blue one that reminded me of her eyes. Just like the gem, I’d started calling her in my head.

She still looked flustered when I forced the bag on her. “It’s no big deal. I just need to be able to reach you. I already put my numbers in there.”

“Damien?”

“Yeah, babe!”

“What do you do?”

Good question, fuck if I know. “I run my family’s real estate company.” That was putting it mildly, but she didn’t need to know all the details now. That would come later when she becomes my wife. It was then I knew I was well and truly fucked.

Damien

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Our first two weeks will remain with me forever. She was so damn sweet I almost didn’t want to get her dirty with my dick, she was wifey material from her head of flyaway auburn curls to her little pink toes. And then one Sunday, the third one after we met, I talked her into meeting me in the park.