tumbler shatters against the wall I sit facing before I even realize I’ve thrown it. I snatch my cellphone from the massive oak desk and dial the clubhouse. “Mr. and Mrs. Payne, please. Let them know Roman is calling.”
After only a few seconds tick by my fathers voice comes over the line, “Roman, is everything alright?.”
“Yes father, everything is fine. I know how demanding mother can be so please set her mind at ease. Unfortunately Heather has regretfully eaten something which did not agree with her and she’s suffering from a bit of nausea. I’m sure she’ll be as good as new tomorrow morning. Is dinner still scheduled for six tomorrow?”
“It is. We are dining at your mothers favorite restaurant on Boulevard Montfleury—“
“Il Convivio, yes, I’m familiar. Heather and I will see you and mother at six.”
“Please, inform Heather your mother and I send our sympathy; What a terrible way to begin a vacation.”
“I’ll tell her.”
“Okay, son. Your mother and I love you, can’t wait to see you two tomorrow.”
Without waiting to find out if he’s finished speaking I end the call, dropping the phone on the desk as I lean forward and resting my elbows on the desk and lay my head in my hands.
I don’t wish for Heather to become number thirteen.
My mind grapples with the conflicting emotions I’m feeling. I refuse to allow her transgression of disregarding my orders to go unpunished. I question the possibility that perhaps I allowed my new odd feelings to permit her rewards she hasn’t rightfully deserved? A soft knock interrupts my musings and pulls me from my reverie. “Come in.” I snap at the unknown intruder upon my thoughts without even caring enough to look and see who it is.
When Heather’s bare thighs are visual in my peripheral I allow my eyes to slowly inch up her flesh to find her standing in front of my desk clothed in nothing but my under shirt. The vision in front of me causes a tightening in my chest and a dull ache to take root. I find myself sucking in my breath through clenched teeth at the unwelcome sensation.
My eyes find her face and lock onto her eyes. She holds my gaze mere seconds before glancing down. “Would you like to explain to me, Heather, why you feel you have a right to choose the clothing you wear?
She rolls her eyes.
Rolls. Her. Fucking. Eyes.
And, as if her disobedient disregard had not already ignited my anger, she leaves my question unanswered and spits out, “Go fuck yourself, Roman. I don’t care what you want, just end this bullshit already! You win. Whatever it is you want, it’s yours, I don’t care anymore. Congratulations. Now can we please speed this along?”
Before I realize I’ve even moved I feel her face cracking against the oak desks solid surface beneath my hands. I lean over and growl against the flesh of her neck just below her ear, “You seem to have forgotten who is in charge here, mouse.” My hands fist in her hair before jerking her head back to bring us eye to eye, “Are you certain you even know what it is you’re asking for by requesting your beloved number? Let me enlighten you, it’s not only your subsequent death, mouse, I’ve made sure your punishment would reach much further than just your little pathetic life. Allow me to break it down for you, first, I make a call to inform Andrew of your change of heart leading him to his next course of action: making a call and delivering a code word which results in your youngest brother, Bobby losing his head. When Andrew receives conformation of this tasks completion, Rick will follow both his uncle and youngest brother’s fate. And then, after receiving confirmation of the second tasks completion, things get really fun. It won’t be just Cody losing his head, but his pregnant fiancé as well. Because, let’s be honest, mouse, what’s a bride without her future husband, what’s a mother without a father? My thoughts exactly, mouse,
After only a few seconds tick by my fathers voice comes over the line, “Roman, is everything alright?.”
“Yes father, everything is fine. I know how demanding mother can be so please set her mind at ease. Unfortunately Heather has regretfully eaten something which did not agree with her and she’s suffering from a bit of nausea. I’m sure she’ll be as good as new tomorrow morning. Is dinner still scheduled for six tomorrow?”
“It is. We are dining at your mothers favorite restaurant on Boulevard Montfleury—“
“Il Convivio, yes, I’m familiar. Heather and I will see you and mother at six.”
“Please, inform Heather your mother and I send our sympathy; What a terrible way to begin a vacation.”
“I’ll tell her.”
“Okay, son. Your mother and I love you, can’t wait to see you two tomorrow.”
Without waiting to find out if he’s finished speaking I end the call, dropping the phone on the desk as I lean forward and resting my elbows on the desk and lay my head in my hands.
I don’t wish for Heather to become number thirteen.
My mind grapples with the conflicting emotions I’m feeling. I refuse to allow her transgression of disregarding my orders to go unpunished. I question the possibility that perhaps I allowed my new odd feelings to permit her rewards she hasn’t rightfully deserved? A soft knock interrupts my musings and pulls me from my reverie. “Come in.” I snap at the unknown intruder upon my thoughts without even caring enough to look and see who it is.
When Heather’s bare thighs are visual in my peripheral I allow my eyes to slowly inch up her flesh to find her standing in front of my desk clothed in nothing but my under shirt. The vision in front of me causes a tightening in my chest and a dull ache to take root. I find myself sucking in my breath through clenched teeth at the unwelcome sensation.
My eyes find her face and lock onto her eyes. She holds my gaze mere seconds before glancing down. “Would you like to explain to me, Heather, why you feel you have a right to choose the clothing you wear?
She rolls her eyes.
Rolls. Her. Fucking. Eyes.
And, as if her disobedient disregard had not already ignited my anger, she leaves my question unanswered and spits out, “Go fuck yourself, Roman. I don’t care what you want, just end this bullshit already! You win. Whatever it is you want, it’s yours, I don’t care anymore. Congratulations. Now can we please speed this along?”
Before I realize I’ve even moved I feel her face cracking against the oak desks solid surface beneath my hands. I lean over and growl against the flesh of her neck just below her ear, “You seem to have forgotten who is in charge here, mouse.” My hands fist in her hair before jerking her head back to bring us eye to eye, “Are you certain you even know what it is you’re asking for by requesting your beloved number? Let me enlighten you, it’s not only your subsequent death, mouse, I’ve made sure your punishment would reach much further than just your little pathetic life. Allow me to break it down for you, first, I make a call to inform Andrew of your change of heart leading him to his next course of action: making a call and delivering a code word which results in your youngest brother, Bobby losing his head. When Andrew receives conformation of this tasks completion, Rick will follow both his uncle and youngest brother’s fate. And then, after receiving confirmation of the second tasks completion, things get really fun. It won’t be just Cody losing his head, but his pregnant fiancé as well. Because, let’s be honest, mouse, what’s a bride without her future husband, what’s a mother without a father? My thoughts exactly, mouse,
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