In Darkness We Lie
In Darkness We Lie
By
Cadence Michaels
Smashwords Edition
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In Darkness We Lie
Copyright © 2011 by Cadence Michaels
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
M/F Romance, Suspense, Drama, Adult, Psychological thriller, Graphic
Emelina has no luck at love. The first person she gave her heart to ripped it to shreds. The next target of her affections remained oblivious to them.
Now, the men in her life are getting hurt, and a string of murders indicates she could be next.
What do these young victims have in common?
In the midst of this, a new shot at love appears, but is it doomed to end in tragedy?
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About the Author
Cadence Michaels was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri and has traveled all over the united states as well she was an exchange student in high school where she spent a few weeks in Germany and Austria learning about new cultures and making new friends. She has always had a love for writing stories which has spanned from elementary, Jr. High on through High school and present.
Cadence Michaels attended Hickey College to pursue a career in computer networking but found that her passions lay elsewhere. She enjoys writing stories on paranormal romance and science fiction amongst other genres where the hero and heroines aren’t the typical knights in shining armor, but so much more.
She now divides her time between taking care of her adorable two cats and finishing up her full length novel series Natures child Book One The Awakening, Natures Child Book Two The Gathering, and Natures Child Book Three New Life, and Natures Child Book Four Destiny along with many other titles.
Email: michaels.cadence@gmail.com
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Prologue…
Emelina walked up the stairs to her apartment. Her back was aching terribly. She couldn’t wait to get inside and take a long hot soak in the tub.
She was just coming off a double shift at the fast food restaurant she worked. One of the employee’s had called in sick so she’d had to fill in. It was now going on Midnight.
Emelina opened the door to her 5th floor apartment hoping D’Angelo was asleep. She really didn’t feel like being bothered with him tonight. He always wanted to have sex when she got home. They had been dating since she was a junior in high school. She’d graduated a few months ago, him the year before.
She was currently working to help put him through medical school. Her parents didn’t like that one bit and had demanded she break up with him and pursue her own education. They thought he was no good for her and would only bring her down.
Emelina had turned down a promising scholarship to an Ivy League school in order to be with him. He had asked her to marry him after her graduation and didn’t want a long engagement. She hadn’t wanted to go away for college anyway, although that had been her parents hope since the day she was born. For her to attend one of the best colleges in the country and to have a career she could be proud of.
Both her parents were immigrants and wanted her to have the best that America had to offer. Her turning down school had of course been the icing on the cake and her parents had kicked her out telling her she couldn’t come back until her deadbeat boyfriend was out of her life and she was enrolled in a school somewhere. It had hurt terribly but she wasn’t going to leave him. He was her heart.
Emelina walked inside the small apartment they shared, taking off her shoes and clothes dropping them here and there as she made her way to the bathroom. She was just closing the door when she heard a groan followed by a soft feminine giggle coming from the direction of the bedroom. Curious she pulled down her bathrobe hanging on the inside of the door, put it on then slowly walked across the hall towards the closed bedroom door trying to make as little noise as possible.
“Stop it.” She heard a feminine voice utter followed by another giggle.
“Awe baby you know you like it when I-“
Not waiting to hear the rest she threw the door open, watching as the two people on the bed jumped in fright when the door crashed against the wall, she was pretty sure it left a hole. She stepped into the room then staggered, a stunned look coming over her face as she saw D’Angelo and her best friend Tanya naked in bed together.
She didn’t know how to take it in, this was so surreal. She felt a sharp pain slice through her heart like something split in half literally, making her wince and catch her breath. So this is what a broken heart felt like she thought feeling somewhat detached, all emotion draining out of her leaving in its place a numb void.
D’Angelo got out of the rumpled bed with the blanket held in front of him covering his neither regions, one hand held out in front of him, warding her off as she stalked to the foot of the bed staring from to the other.
“What the hell are you guys doing, no wait, do I even need to ask?” She said stiffly, taking deep breaths to settle her nerves. She needed to be strong for now. She didn’t want to let this bastard see her pain.
“Baby it’s not what you think.” He told her pleadingly, getting an incredulous look from her as well as Tanya.
“Well do tell, what exactly is going on here? I see my boyfriend naked in bed with my former best friend. I know you’re not playing doctor, so what are you doing?” She said looking from one to the other. Tanya had a look of shame on her face while D’Angelo was sporting a look of wounded innocence.
“It was her. She came on to me. She seduced me. You know I would never cheat on you otherwise. She set me up baby.” he said quickly, sounding so sincere she almost believed him but she wasn’t born yesterday.
Tanya cut her eyes to him, anger quickly replacing shame. “Now wait just a damn minute here. Who seduced who? I stopped over here to see Emelina and you’re the one who asked me to come in here and keep you company because she was working late. You were to one who kept supplying me with booze and you’re the one who put your hands on my body, whispering in my ear how lonely you were, how Emelina was never around.” She droned on and on in defense of her actions.
Emelina had had enough of their nonsense. She didn’t care that Tanya slept with D’Angelo, she was upset at the fact that he actually cheated on her. He could have stopped but it was obvious he didn’t want to. “Tanya get dressed and get the hell out of here. I never want to see or talk to you again.” she bit out between clenched teeth, her voice deadly as she eyed the bitch with loathing.
Tanya’s face fell at the onslaught of her hate, the withering look directed at her. “Emelina please, we’ve been friends since junior year. You can’t cut me out of your life because of one mistake. Please, you’re my best friend.” She cried beseechingly.
Emelina was beyond caring, she felt numb inside. She looked at D’Angelo who was sporting a smug look as he watched Tanya get dressed. He must have thought he was in the clear. Oh no, no, no, she thought to herself.
She walked out of the bedroom and back into the front room where she grabbed her clothing off the floor and quickly got redressed. As she was turning to head back to the bedroom she heard D’Angelo saying something to Tanya but was too far away to make out what was being said.
Emelina wasn’t a complete idiot. She’d known him since freshmen year and had started dating D’Angelo her junior year in high school, he was a senior. He was on the basketball team, she was on pompoms. They had hit it off right away. She loved his dark Mocha skin and shoulder length thin dreadlocks.
They were down his back now. His physique had filled out completely as well. He was a god and all the females flocked to him. She wasn’t lacking in the offers either but she’d stayed true to him, why he couldn’t have done the same she wished she knew. She wanted to scream, to hurt him, scratch his eyeballs out. She wanted vengeance for the life he’d robbed her of.
Tanya had started hanging around her the same time they’d started dating and had she thought become really good friends. But now it appeared as though she had only hung out with her as a way to get close to D’Angelo, bidding her time until she could sink her claws in.
Emelina walked back into the room just in time to see D’Angelo give Tanya a quick peck on the lips, stepping swiftly away eyes widening in shock when he saw her in the doorway.
“How could you do this to me? You asked me to marry you. I turned down Harvard for you. You told her I wasn’t around but that’s because I work to pay for your school expenses as well as all the bills here. My parents were right. You are a piece of shit. I want you to get your stuff and get the hell out of my apartment.” She raged rushing to the closet, opening it with much more force than she meant to hurting her shoulder but pushed through the pain and started yanking his clothes off hangers and throwing them to the floor in a fury.
Emelina felt arms go around her and lashed out swinging her hand around connecting with the side of his face. A loud smack sound filled the air and he jerked away with a look of shock on his face. She had never hit him before. She wasn’t normally a violent person.
“Don’t you ever touch me again! God you probably have diseases and shit. How long have you been cheating on me?” she snarled in fury.
“Please. I’m sorry. Don’t leave me, please. I need you. I love you.” He begged getting to his knee’s sounding morose.
Emelina ignored him, pulling his bags out of the bottom of the closet and started tossing his things inside. She went to the dresser, yanked it open and reached inside pulling out his socks and underwear tossing them in the bag methodically. She wanted nothing to remind her of him.
She ran into the bathroom grabbed his toothbrush, razors, creams, hair supplies. Everything in there that was his and bought it back into the room tossing it in the other bag. She grabbed his shoes, tossing those inside as well. Once done she picked up the bags, but they were too heavy to carry so she dragged them across the floor to the front door, opened it and then tossed them outside into the hall. She went back inside and grabbed his school bag, books, paper’s and threw them out into the hall as well. All the while he just stood there in the living room with a stupefied look on his face, Tanya next to him.
Emelina closed her eyes, took a deep cleansing breath then looked at them both with distaste, “Get out now.” She said violently, reaching over to the table next to the door and picked up a heavy lamp and threw it at them. They jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being hit directly with the lamp though some of the fragments bounced off the floor cutting into his foot and leg making him yelp in pain.
“You can’t make me leave, my names on the lease too.” He said hopping up and down on one foot wincing in pain, drops of blood hitting the hard wood floor.
“Actually it’s not. There was a problem with the paperwork and I had to redo it. I’m also the only one listed on the occupancy permit. So once again get your Shit and leave now. Never come here again or so help me I will kill you.” She said meaning every word. She was in so much pain she could hardly think past wanting him out so she could break down.
“We need to talk. We can work this out. I didn’t mean it, it just happened. But I promise I’ll never cheat on you again. This was a onetime thing.” He pleaded coming towards her but she stepped back.
“Cheating on me once was one too many.” She reached over, picked up the phone and dialed 911. She was so over this conversation. There was nothing he could say to make this better.
“911, what’s your emergency?” The operator asked politely.
“Yes, this is Emelina Delgado. I have two people in my apartment who are refusing to leave. I have asked them repeatedly. Can you send an officer over to 478 Oak drive. I am in apartment number 15.”
“Right away ma’me, are they threatening you?”
“No, they’re not threatening me, they just won’t leave and I am afraid I might do something to them if they don’t vacate my apartment. It is my ex boyfriend and ex friend. I found them in bed together and have asked them to leave repeatedly.” She said shakily, her voice rough even to her own ears.
“I understand ma’me, try to keep calm, an officer is on the way.”
“Emelina, why are you doing this? I love you. I want to marry you. You can’t leave me, not ever. Tanya meant nothing. I won’t let you go, you’re mine.” He said darkly, coming towards her, making her take another step back until she bumped up against the wall.
“I heard that. The officers should be pulling up any minute. Stay on the phone.”
“Yes, thank you.” She said to the dispatch operator, to D’Angel she said.” If you come any closer you will be missing those family jewels you’re so fond of.” She bent her fingers into claws, her long nails looking like talons.
He stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing giving her a measuring look. “You wouldn’t dare. Emelina you don’t have it in you to hurt me.”
“Really, try it mother fucker. You have already hurt me more than anyone ever could. What’s a little physical payback?” She said then turned when she heard the elevator door ding open, glancing out into the hall she saw two police officers walk down the hall and stop in front of her door.
“We received a call about intruders.” One of the officers asked walking around the mess out in the hall and coming into the room followed quickly by the other.
“Yes, I called. These two won’t leave my apartment.” She said pointing to the two standing in the middle of her room, both with shocked looks.
Emelina stepped back watching as the officers ushered the two out of her apartment, took down her statement then left, but not before letting her get her keys back from Tanya and D’Angelo. Once she was alone in her apartment, the shock wore off and she sunk to the floor in a heap, crying and throwing things around in a fit of rage.
She was upset that he cheated on her. She was upset that she had ruined her relationship with her parents because of that asshole. She had given up her chance of a great education to help finance his. If it hadn’t been for him she would have listened to her parents and went to school, maybe not happy but at least with a great job somewhere in the future.
The next couple of weeks were hard but she had made it through somehow. She had called her parents who had forgiven her and pleaded with her to come home. She had refused wanting to make it on her own though she did visit home quite often.
Some part of her felt betrayed that they had turned their backs on her, their only child because of one stupid mistake. She loved them but she needed to make it on her own, to be independent. She didn’t want her family pressuring her to go back to school. She wanted to make her own decisions.
D’Angelo had called every day for awhile, begging for a second chance, hanging around her apartment, coming to her job making a complete nuisance of himself to the point where she had to get a restraining order against him for stalking. Finally he relented and left her alone. He now lived with Tanya who unlike her made him work and pay his own way.
Good Riddance.
One day while riding the train home from her job at the restaurant she’d seen a newspaper opened to the classified ad’s section someone had left on the seat. Hating her job she picked it up and read over it. There was something that caught her eye right away. Night club dancer needed immediately for late shift. Pay $400 per week plus tips. Call Roxy if interested.
Emelina went home that night thinking about that job compared to the one she had now. She liked to dance and it didn’t mention exotic dancing, besides what did she have to lose. She picked up the phone and dialed, hoping it wasn’t too late. As luck would have it she was available, they had spoke for a bit, with Roxy inviting her to come over the next afternoon.
When she made it to Club Rosche she was instantly in like with the club and she and Roxy got on as thick as thieves. Roxy told her about the job then had her get in the dance cage. She turned on the music and watched as Emelina got lost in the music, her body moving and gyrating to the beat. She didn’t stop until the music did breathing heavily as she looked down at Roxy’s smiling face.
“I really don’t like to hire girls as young as you but your good. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. When can you start?”
“Whenever you want me to.” Emelina told her excitedly.
“This Friday.”
Chapter 1
7 years later…
Why was she still doing this type of menial job? She was 25 and still working in this stupid night club as one of their top dancers. If only she hadn’t ruined her chances of going to one of the top schools in the country. Life sure did suck at times when you thought about what if.
“Girl’s are you almost done? The show starts in 5 minutes. I need you out here now.” Roxy called from the doorway of their changing room.
Emelina glanced around the dressing room and saw the other two women dressed already and hurriedly put on her bra. Their outfits consisted of tiny black sequined shorts that rode up their butts and push up bras with black thigh high boots.
“Dang girl your boobs are huge and perky, you don’t even need the bra.” Lannie told her frowning down at her own small cleavage which was currently padded to look fuller.
“Oh girl please. Estás hermosa niña” She chuckled walking over and throwing an arm around her shoulder. “Come on, let’s go and get this over with.” She told her as they filed out of the room, Daniela running after them throwing her arms around them both.
Lannie halted her in the hall. “Wait, what did you just say to me? You know I can’t speak Spanish.” She frowned poking her in the side playfully.
“I called you a beautiful girl. Now come on.” Emelina told her pulling her down the hall towards the door that would lead them to the stage cages.
Emelina got inside the cage, sighing deeply. If this job didn’t pay her $800 a week she would have left it a long time ago. She worked 3 day a week. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday’s dancing in a cage in front of a crowd of a 1000 or more people a night.
She’d been doing this since she was 18 and managed to save up almost $200,000 dollars and had finally been able to purchase her dream home, a huge three story brick house that had 5 bedrooms, 3.5 bathrooms with a full basement and huge backyard. She was happy the properties here in New Hampshire were low due to the housing market. Her house cost $350,000 which was paid off in full.
“Emilina. Emelina, focus, you’re going up so pay attention and get into position.” Roxy called getting her attention.
“Lo siento, mi mal.” So sorry, my bad, she told her.
“English, remember.” Roxy said in a huff rolling her eyes.
Damn it, she thought to herself. She had to remember she was back in the states. She had spent the past three weeks in Spain visiting her maternal grandmother. This was her first night back at work and around people. She had been speaking Spanish since she got here.
Her mother was from Spain and her father Mexico, though both were gone now. They had died four years ago in a plane crash while vacationing in Mexico and she missed them terribly. Her grandmother and a few cousins in Spain were her last remaining relatives and she made sure to she kept in touch with them as much as possible via email and phone.
Emelina heard the floor open above her and prepared herself. She got into routine by leaning her body to one side of the cage, latching onto the bars to hold her position steady, then lifting one leg and placing it on the wall across from her and poised sexily as the cage lifted.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, letting the music wash over her and lost herself, moving her body intricately to the beat, twisting, turning, pumping her arms and hips as the tempo picked up.
She heard people yelling, throwing folded wads of cash into the cage but ignored it all, keeping beat with the music, totally immersed in her dance routine.
****
He watched her dancing in the cage, his body on fire as he watched her breast bouncing in her bra, her ass shaking as she turned, dipped her hips and shook her ass to the music. She was beautiful. Her raven black hair cut in a bob showing off her oval face to perfection, her dark olive skin glowing in the light from the overhead beam.
She gazed into the crowd and he saw her slanted hazel eyes look at him. She looked at me, he thought happily. It was meant to be, he knew it. Watching as the cage dipped towards the audience then pulled back up into the air and shifted around the room towards the other end.
He followed the cage, bumping into people in his haste to follow her. He came to see her every week and was upset that she hadn’t been here for awhile but understood that she had family she needed to see.
He was standing under her cage peering up at her through the thin bars and nearly came in his pants, his cock rock hard as he watched her bend down, grab the bars and rub her breast against them in a sexy sensual sway that had them nearly popping out of her bra, her eyes closed all the while, a small smile curving her full sensual lips.
He wanted her, needed her now. No, not good. What he really needed was to get out of here, fast before he did something crazy like grab her cage, wrench the door open, reach inside and yank her out of there, rip off those excuses for covering and take her in front of everyone and let them see who she truly belonged to.
He gave her one final look before leaving.
He was so close to acting on those feeling.
****
Emelina felt the back of her neck tingle, her skin beginning to crawl. She opened her eyes and glanced around the room as she did her routine. Someone was looking at her, well everyone was watching but someone was very intense, strong feelings emanating from them in the audience but with it being so full and dark in here she couldn’t make out any faces.
She shivered and closed her eyes again. She wished this was over and she could go home to bed. Her legs and arms were killing her. She heard the tempo pick up even more and threw her body against the cage, shaking her hair like a wild woman, jerking her hips in an upward motion forgetting about the odd feeling and losing herself once more in the music and dance.
Three hours later Emelina limped out of the cage, her back and legs on fire from nonstop movement. Lannie and Daniela looked like they were in just as much pain.
“Who’s up for a deep tissue tomorrow?” Lannie asked once they were inside their dressing room.
Emelina removed her damp bra, grabbing a cloth off her dresser she wiped the sweat from under her boobs and underarms. “So gross, I wish I didn’t sweat so much that’s for sure.” She said disgustedly, tossing the cloth back on the dresser then unzipping the sides of her shorts slowly easing them down her legs, groaning as her muscles tensed.
“I’m in, just name the time and place.” Daniela said after removing the rest of her clothes.
“Me too.” Emelina said taking her towel over to the sink in the back of the room, wetting it then wiping down her face, neck, chest and legs. “Why the hell isn’t there a shower here, for crying out loud.” she growled in frustration. The room was like a shoe box. There were lockers on one side of the room. Table and mirrors on the other side and a tiny sink. There was however a small space in the back where a shower could be installed. She hated being so sweaty. It sucked.
Lannie came over and stood beside her at the sink rinsing her towel as well. “You would think with all the money they make here they would provide us with one. They make at least $60 grand a night what with the $30 cover charge and the price of drinks” She said sounding aggrieved.
“Yea but think about it. Who would clean it up? I wouldn’t shower here. What if you get a staph infection or something from it being unclean?” Daniela said wiping her neck with a wet antibacterial wipe.
Emelina scowled at her feeling exasperated. Now that was just nasty. Why did she have to bring something like that up? She almost forgot how much of a germaphobe Daniela was. That girl couldn’t go anywhere without antibacterial wipes. She even wore gloves in the cage when she danced.
She glanced back at Lannie whose face was bunched in disgust and laughed softly. She was so pretty with red shoulder length hair, slight curvy figure, standing at least 5’9 in her stocking feet compared to her 5 ft 1 ½ inch frame.
Emelina looked at Daniela who was this beautiful African America woman with short naturally curly hair that was currently dyed platinum blond that matched her caramel complexion perfectly. She was about 5’6, shaped like a spoon compared to her own perfect hour glass figure.
“Well I don’t know about the two of you but I am getting dressed and getting the hell out of here. What time are we going to the massage parlor?” She asked them walking to her locker, opening it and grabbing out her dress.
“How about 10 am?” Lannie asked pulling up her jeans and throwing on her t-shirt.
“Fine with me.” Daniela said.
“Ok, me to.” She said pulling on her pumps.
Emelina was walking out to her car when she heard someone approach her from behind and turned quickly, her breath lurching in her throat as a figure dressed in dark clothing stepped in front of her.
“Hey pretty lady.” A deep slightly accented voice called out.
“Damn it Franco.” She cried out in alarm fist raised to defend herself.
He held his arms up in front of him warding her off. “My bad.” He laughed walking slowly toward her then placed his arms around her giving her a timid hug.
“You are such a jerk.” She told him punching his shoulder but returning his hug none the less. “What are you doing here anyway? It’s almost 3 o’clock in the morning.” She said in a reproving tone.
“I wanted to see you. You’ve been gone for awhile and I was curious what you’d been up to. Want to get a cup of coffee with me?” he asked walking her to her car.
“I don’t know. I’m kind of beat tonight. It was a hard session. I’ve been in Spain for the last three weeks so my body has to get used to being active again.” She complained rubbing her lower back.
He turned her around, leaned her up against her car and began kneading the tight muscles in her lower back making her groan in pleasure as he worked the kinks out of her tense muscles.
“Like that?” he asked her silkily.
“Hmmm” she replied as he worked his way up her back to her shoulders. “Keep doing that and I’ll let you buy me dinner.” She said softly, purring.
“It’s a deal. Where would you like to go?” he said quickly before she could change her mind.
She glanced at her watch. It was now after three in the morning she realized with shock. They had been standing here for quite awhile it seemed. “There is a 24 hour diner about 2 blocks from here if your game. I am kind of hungry.” She told him straightening away from the car. “You can meet me there if you want?” she told him glancing at her watch again.
“Ok I’ll just follow you since I’ve never been before, just let me pull my car around.” He called over his shoulder already walking away.
They were sitting in the restaurant eating steak and eggs going over their various lives for the past few weeks, catching up on gossip. Franco worked in one of his family’s Italian restaurant. They owned three and counting.
“So how was your grandmother, still healthy as a horse?” He asked between bites of eggs.
She smiled thinking about her nana. She was one of the strongest most beautiful people she new. She was in her early 70’s and still going strong. “Mi abuela es muy grande.”
“Questa è buona, felice di qui. That’s Italian for Great glad to hear it. It’s a good thing I understand Spanish or we could have some problems in the communication factor here.” He chuckled taking a bite of his steak.
She looked at him wide eyed then burst into a fit of laughter. “I did it again. I seem to be doing that a lot today. It’s been hard to get out of the habit of talking in Spanish since I’ve been doing it for the past three weeks straight.”
“That’s how I was when I traveled to Italy a few months back. But I’m happy your grandmother is doing well. What about the twins, are they good?”
“Yea they are. My cousin’s Gabriela and Gabriel are thinking about visiting me some time this year now that I have the new place. I hope they will consider it permanently. It’s kind of lonely living alone in that huge house.”
“Why don’t you look for a roommate then? I’m sure there are plenty of people who would be interested in renting a room.”
“No thank you. That is just what I need, someone renting a room from me then I’d get pissed at something they did and want to kick them out but can’t do so because of some renters lease legal mumbo jumbo. Thanks but I’m good.” She finished up the last of her food, sighing she pushed her empty plate away and rubbed her stomach, it was so tight. She was dead tired now.
She looked at Franco who was still eating. He was cute, sort of shy and withdrawn. He was the baby of his family and was treated as such. She had known him for over a year now. She’d met him at the club one night at the bar. He had come with his two older brothers whom she had become good friends with over the past year as well.
They were all tall, well over 6 ft and that’s where the similarity ended. The oldest Rico had short dark blond hair, dark brown eyes, and was very muscular, something you would expect since he owned a fitness center. Paolo had shoulder length dark brown hair, green eyes and was leanly built with tight muscles, though she wasn’t sure what he did now a days since she didn’t speak with him as frequently. Finally there was Franco who had wavy black hair that hung down his back, naturally dark tanned skin, eyes that were dark brown, high cheek bones, full sensual lips that begged to be kissed.
Emelina had the biggest crush on him but he never seemed to pick up on her flirting and innuendos so she just assumed he wasn’t interested and didn’t want to date her so she gave up, content to just be his friend. Well that’s what she told herself.
“You ready to go?” he asked when she yawned tiredly.
“Yea I’m done.” She glanced around for their waiter flagging him down when she caught his eye. “Can we get the check please?” She smiled sweetly at him.
“Sure no problem.” He went up to the register, had the cashier print up their check receipt then came back to their table handing it to Rico. He then pulled out another slip of paper and handed it to her. She glanced down looking at the paper and smiled. It had his name and number on it.
“Thanks.” She told him tucking the number in her pocket. She wouldn’t really call him but didn’t want to embarrass him by chucking the paper in front of him.
Franco paid for their meal and they said their goodbyes at her car. She gave him a quick hug then got inside her 89 mustang and drove the 20 minutes to her gated community.
****
He followed her home from the diner making sure to stay back far enough so she wouldn’t notice him. He couldn’t seem to get her out of his mind. Her face, her body, even her scent was intoxicating. He felt like he was on fire, his body consumed in flames with a fierce need he didn’t think he could control.
He pulled off to the side of road and watched as she let her window down to talk to the security guard manning the gates and pulled out his HD camcorder, flipping the on switch, zoomed in on her face and began recording.
As she spoke with the guard he watched her mouth move and imagined it was wrapped around his cock sucking him hard and fast, he released his cock from the tight confines of his pants, fisted it and began pumping his cock. He breathed raggedy as he continued to watch her through the camcorder. He felt himself getting close and stroked himself harder.
Almost there, he closed his eyes as his body tensed for release and felt a shattering orgasm pierce him and groaned out his release. He felt the all consuming heat leave his body along with his cum and sighed shakily.
“Soon love.” He said filming her until she disappeared from view. He shut his camera off, placed it back into his duffle bag then drove off thinking about tomorrow and what it would bring. Every day was an adventure in her life, she was his life.
Chapter 2
Emelina pulled up in front of Massage Envy, parked her car and got out. She’d woken up with a stiff neck and shoulders, her lower back in agony.
She walked inside the spa immediately spotting Daniela and rushed to her side giving her a hug and smile before stepping back looking around the front office. “Where’s Lannie?” Emelina asked her as she walked up to the counter and signed in.
“She’s in the bathroom. We were just waiting for you.”
“Oh, alright.” She said turning when she caught sight of Lannie coming out of a side door, then walking over and joining them.
Lannie gave her a hug, “Hey sweetie, how’re you feeling?”
“Very sore and stiff.” she whined massaging her lower back.
“Well we’re about to fix that if you ladies would follow me.” The receptionist said from behind them making all three women jump.
“Wow you scared me.” Daniela exclaimed, her hand placed over her heart.
“I’m sorry ladies, didn’t mean to startle you. We are ready for you now.” She told them turning and leading them through the doors into a dressing room. “You can change your clothes here. We have robes hanging in that closet.” She told them opening the door displaying rows of multicolored robes. “There’s locker’s in the corner with keys so you can place your things inside when you’re done. “
“Have the robes been recently cleaned? You know what never mind I bought my own.” Daniela told her walking over to a bench, placing her bag on top as she rummaged through it pulling out a long black satin robe.
The woman lost her cool, giving Daniela an indignant look, raising her nose haughtily in the air. “We clean and sanitize everything after use. Now if that’s all you ladies can change and a therapist will be back to get you.” With that she turned and sauntered stiffly out of the room.
Emelina watched her go feeling chagrined. Sometimes Daniela was too much. “You just insulted that woman Daniela. I can’t believe you would really ask her something like that.” She said shaking her head in dismay. They were probably going to get painful massages as payback for Daniela’s bitchiness.
“Hey I am just looking out for you two. Besides I have a robe.” She told her sounding miffed.
“Ok you two, none of that. Let’s just change so we can get our massage.” Lannie told them already stripping out of her clothes.
Ever the peace keeper, she should have been a counselor Emelina thought to herself as she painfully stripped out of her clothing.
They had just finished changing when someone knocked on the door. “Are you ready in there ladies.” A tiny female voice called through the door.
“Yes we are.” Daniela called walking over and opening the door wide for the person to enter.
They all paused when they took in the huge figure standing in the doorway. The small voice belonged to a woman standing at least 6 ft tall, with short mousy brown hair cut in a pixie style, bright blue eyes and a wide smile on her plain face.
Emelina was the first to thaw and walk over to the woman and shake her hand. “Hi I Emelina, are you our therapist?”
“I’m Debbie and yes I’m one of your therapists. I am here to take you back to the other two so if you would just follow me ladies.” she said turning to go.
They followed her out of the room, down the hallway, into another room that had sectioned off spaces. There were two other therapist standing at the end of their sectioned off spaces. A short muscular man and a woman of medium height with a sturdy build.
“Paul will take you.” She said pointing at Lannie. “Elisabeth will take you.” She said to Daniela. “And I will take you if that’s alright.” She said to Emelina.
“That’s fine.” She told her following her across the room to her section.
“So what are you interested in today.”
“Well I am a dancer so deep tissue please. My muscles are so tense and sore.” She told her reaching up and squeezing her shoulder, wincing slightly at the pain.
“No problem.”
She waited while Debbie placed the face shield on the table along with a thin sheet then climbed up at her urging. Once she was laying flat with her arms at her side Debbie quickly got to work.
She was a miracle worker. Debbie worked out every crick in her neck, shoulder and back. Her legs were no longer stiff and her calf muscles felt awesome. She felt like a puddle of mush as Debbie kept working on her muscles.
“Debbie you’re a goddess.” She moaned.
“Thank you. You should come at least twice a week to help with the soreness and stiffness. It’s really good to keep yourself in good physical condition since you’re a dancer, your career won’t last much longer without proper care.”
“Oh no, I don’t plan on doing this forever. I am starting an online retail store. It’s in the final stages now and should be going online in the next two weeks hopefully.
“Oh that’s cool.” She trailed off while massaging her inner thigh.
They were at the counter signing up for more massage sessions, all three deciding to come back twice a week to get more work done. “That was great. What’s next you guys?” Emelina asked as they walked out of the building.
“I’m starving. How about we eat some sushi?” Lannie asked.
“I’m game, there’s an Ichibon near here.” Emelina told them.
“Uh no. I am definitely not eating raw fish. It’s probably full of bacteria and germs.” Daniela put in, her face sporting a look of loathing and disgust.
Emelina wanted to scream. Why the hell did she have to go and ruin everything with her issues? “Daniela thanks for the visual but please stop talking about germs and bacteria ok. Not everyone shares your views alright.” She admonished. ” Esta perra me está volviendo loco.” This bitch is driving me crazy she muttered low in her throat.
“What did you say?” Daniela snapped turning on her.
“Nothing really I said you’re driving me crazy.”
“For sure Daniela, you have got to cut the shit. You’re starting to get on my nerves with your phobia. Now if you want to come then come. They have other things there besides raw fish. You can get steamed rice with pork or-“
“I don’t eat pork.” Daniela cut her off quickly.
“You should really let me finish before cutting me off D. I wasn’t done in fact I don’t care. Just come, take a look at the menu and find something you like. You don’t have a choice since you rode with me anyway.” She said turning towards her car. “Em see you in a minute.” Lannie called behind her.
They were sitting at the restaurant an hour later eating their sushi discussing their plans for the evening before they had to be at the club. Daniela was looking content eating a bowl of beef yakisoba.
“So what do you want to do?” Lannie asked stuffing an eel roll in her mouth.
“I was actually thinking of going there early and hanging out in the dance room. I haven’t done that in awhile.”
“Ewww! Why? Let’s go to another club, not the one we dance at.” Daniela said, her brow puckered in disapproval, mouth in a whiney pout.
“I suppose since we don’t go on till last anyway. Which one did you have in mind?” Emelina asked her around a mouth of sushi.
“There’s Club Midnight about two blocks away. Why don’t we check that out? It’s brand new.” Lannie chimed in.
“Well I’m game if you guys are.” Emelina told them polishing off her last piece of sushi. “What time do you want to go?”
“Let’s meet up at 8 o’clock. That will leave us two and a half hours to hang out at the club since we don’t have to be on till 11 at our spot.” Daniela told them finishing off her food, leaning back in her chair with a sigh. “I think I ate too much.” She complained.
They both laughed at her when she got a sour look on her face rubbing her chest.
“I might have some Alka-Seltzer if you want one?” Emelina told her already digging in her purse. She found two packs and handed them to her.
“Thanks.” She told her taking the packets and depositing them in her purse.
They paid their bill promising to meet up at Lannie’s house at 6:30 to get dressed.
Emelina passed D & A salon on her way home, seeing a We take walk in sign on the door and decided to stop in. She had wanted to lighten up her hair for the longest time and had time to kill before she had to be at Lannie’s house. Why not, she thought to herself turning around and heading back to the salon.
Two hours later Emelina was glancing at her hair in the mirror, a look of wonder on her face. Her hair was a dark honey blond falling at her neck, the color really bringing out her hazel eyes and dark olive complexion.
“This is awesome Dale. You did a fabulous job.” She mewed in pleasure turning her head from left to right. The color was a beautiful contrast to her naturally tan skin tone.
He blew on his fingers then rubbed them against his shirt, a huge grin on his face. “Why thank you madam.” He told her in a feminine voice smiling hugely.
She watched his boyfriend Alex come over and look at her nodding his head. “Yea, he did a good job. I’d say you’re even more beautiful now than you were when you came in. It’s a good thing I like men honey or I’d be all over you. How about getting a manicure and polish?”
Emelina chuckled. They were too cute together. She learned that they both owned the tiny salon. Dale did hair while Alex did nails and waxing.
“Sure why not. Do you have dark burgundy O.P.I. color?” She asked following him to his section of the store.
“Sure do.” He told her going to the nail polish rack and pulling off the color, looking it over then handing it to her.
“So do you guy’s club?” she asked while her nails were soaking in the water.
“Girl yea, we go out almost every night.” Dale told her leaning over the counter watching them.
“Me and a couple of girlfriends are going to club Midnight tonight at about 8. We’re going to be there for about two hours before we have to go. We dance in cages at Club Rosche.”
Alex took her hands out of the water and starting drying her fingers with a cloth, next he added some type of lotion on her fingers then started on her cuticles.
“Yea, I’ve heard of Midnight and club Rosche. I’ve been to both although now I think I do remember you.” He said excitedly. “I saw you a couple weeks ago. You’re a great dancer.” He exclaimed sounding a bit hyper.
She laughed then turned her head when the entrance bell chimed. She glanced over and saw a short pretty petite blond come in.
“Got to run, that’s my 2:30.” Dale told them going over to greet the customer.
“I wonder what she’s getting done. Her hair looks great.” Emelina spoke in awe. Her hair was golden blond falling to her waist in straight lines looking like a fairy.
“Humph. That bitch. She is so conceited and don’t let the hair fool you. She’s a bottle blond.” He said with disgust and she decided to drop it. There seemed to be some bad blood there.
“So you want to meet up with us tonight. You guys seem like you’d be pretty fun to hang out with.” Emelina asked him.
“Sure we’re up for it. We close at 7 anyway.”
“Yea, it’s going to be awesome but let me tell you one thing. One of my girlfriends, Daniela is a complete germaphobe, so please don’t let her bother you.” She warned him. He and Dale seemed like they would be good buddies.
“My mother is same way say no more.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
All in all she spent at least three and half hours at D & A Salon getting her nails and hair done and had to say she was very happy with the outcome. Her nail’s were buffed and polished, her bob a beautiful honey blond shown beautifully and glossy in the light. She was happy her hair was thick.
“Here is my number, call me when you guys get there so we can meet up. See you later.” She told Alex exiting the salon, a huge grin on her face.
****
He watched her come out of the salon. She was beautiful, too beautiful now with her hair being blond.
It glowed in the sunlight like a halo above her head. An angel, that’s what she was, his very own angel come down from heaven solely for him and no one else. He felt like he was floating in a sea of calm as he watched her.
He saw men stopping and looking at her and nearly pulled out his knife to stab them all in the hearts but he had to be realistic. If he did that he would have to kill everyone man and boy in the world. That would accomplish nothing except get himself locked up away from his angel and he couldn’t bear that. He had to see her everyday or risk going insane.
He nearly did when she left for Spain but somehow he had made it through that tough time by watching video footage of her and sleeping with her picture next to his heart. She couldn’t leave him again. He wouldn’t allow it.
He continued to watch her and keep an eye on the men around her. They could look as long as they didn’t approach or touch her. She was his, every part of her. From the tip of her toes to every strand of her on her beautiful head, she was his.
He filmed her walking down the street but stayed hidden so she wouldn’t see him. He didn’t want her to know about him yet. Not until he had everything set up for his love. The house was almost ready for them. Then they could spend their lives together, just the two of them away from everyone else.
He felt his body heating up. A feeling only she invoked in him he thought dragging in heavy breaths, his lungs feeling closed off. He tried dating other women but none of them could do it for him. They left him cold and indifferent. He needed her to abate the flames.
****
Emelina headed to her car and felt goose bumps rise up on her arms. She had that intense feeling like she was being watched again. Glancing around, she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. What the hell was going on with her? Was she getting paranoid? She quickly got into her car, started it up and threw her car in gear. Once she was home things would be better, she’d be able to relax. She hoped.
Thirty minutes later she pulled up in front of her house, sighing with relief as she opened her garage and backed her car inside.
She closed the garage door, got out of her car and walked through the door that would lead into her kitchen, sighing once more when she was safely inside her home and quickly set the alarm.
Emelina had been feeling nervous and panicky off and on for weeks now, her skin crawling. Someone was watching her. She could feel it but tried not to let it get to her. She had considered going to the police but seriously what could she say. I think someone is following me or someone is staring at me. They would laugh her out of the police precinct.
She walked into her office, took a seat in the chair behind her desk and turned on her laptop and logged on. Once the computer finished booting she clicked on the Firefox icon, typed in her url to her website, username and password and proceeded to work on her site. She already had a contract with a few clothing and electronic retailers. Basically what she would do is advertise the businesses on her site and give people the option of purchasing from her site or straight from the source. She made a profit either way. She was also an affiliate marketer of electronics and jewelry, she stood to make a nice profit and was determined to finish it up in the next few days and have it live instead of weeks. She already had a lot of people interested in purchasing from her which was great. In her line of work she met a lot of people she thought happily working on the programming.
Emelina sat there immersed in her work completely forgetting about the time when her stomach growled painfully. She glanced at the clock, shocked to see it was already after 6
“Oh, mierda, qué demonios.” Oh fuck, what the hell she cried out quickly saving her work then shutting down the computer. How could she have set here for almost 3 hours without realizing the time was slipping by?
She hurriedly ran upstairs to her room, opened the closet and pulled out a pair of her favorite leather straight leg pants, white halter top with leather jacket and 3 inch calf length black platform shoes laying them on the bed she quickly undressed, hoped in the shower taking the fastest one ever, dried off quickly and raced back into the room.
Emelina put her clothes on, ran back downstairs, went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed out the remaining half of a subway sandwich from two days ago and an apple and polished them off quickly, grabbed her bag, opened the side door leading to the garage, walked through the door locking it behind her and quickly got into her car. She was already late so pulled out her phone and called Lannie.
“What’s up mamma?” She said saucily.
“Girl I am running behind. I got caught up but I’m on my way. I’ll do my hair and makeup there.” She told her out of breath, impatient for the garage door to open. When it finally did she flew down the drive, pressing the close button as she went gazing in her rearview mirror making sure it did, and then sighed in relief.
“Alright, take your time, your place isn’t too far from mine.” she reminded her.
“Yea, I just hate holding people up you know?”
“Yes I do. Alright, I’m going to let you go so I can finish getting dressed. Just come in when you get here. The door will be unlocked.” She told her hanging up the phone.
Emelina pulled up in front of Lannies place 15 minutes later. She lived in a condo that was about 15 minutes from the club. She let herself inside the condo glancing at her watch seeing it was 7:30. Thankfully they weren’t going to be leaving until 7:45 so she had a few minutes to do her hair and makeup.
“Lannie I’m here. I’m just going to use the bathroom to fix my face.” She called out to her as she walked down the hall to her half bathroom on the ground floor, closing the door behind her.
Emelina reached in her purse pulling out a packet of rubber bands and laid them on the sink, next she grabbed a comb from a side pocket and parted her hair on the top of her head, once done she twisted her hair back sealing it closed with a rubber band. She did this four times happy with the finished results. She next pulled her foundation and loose powder out, doing her face make-up quickly then did her eye shadow and eyeliner giving her a smoky look then put on deep red lipstick, blotted her lips and smiled happy with the look.
Opening the door to the bathroom she walked out into the hallway cocking her head to the side listening for any signs of activity. She heard something coming from the kitchen and followed the sound. She opened the door and peaked inside. Daniela was sitting at the table stuffing her face with fruit humming loudly.
“Hungry much?” She asked coming in and sitting at the table, watching her wide eyed as she stuffed a huge strawberry in her mouth.
“Oh god yea. I haven’t eaten since earlier at the restaurant.” She told her peeling a banana. “I like your outfit by the way. You look hot.”
“Thanks.” She looked at Daniela’s outfit. It was a cute loose flowing black and white top over black legging and ankle length boots.
“Oh my god! You dyed your hair!” Lannie screamed from the doorway rushing inside and lifting her hair looking at it. “It’s great, girl you look good.” She told her smiling.
“I didn’t even notice.” Daniela said, eating another strawberry.