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Chapter 7.
Those who plot the destruction of others often perish in the attempt
~ Thomas Moore ~
Staring up at the seemingly endless dusty cobwebbed ceiling I close my eyes as the sun pierces the small high windows above.
Mr. Parker wasn’t kidding when he talked about physical work, I’ve only been at it for six hours and I am drenched with sweat and sore as hell.
The mill is no joke with its lack of air conditioning and ancient archaic machines.
I can’t lie its passed through my mind once or twice if this is all worth it, or if I should just cut his brakes when he isn’t around.
Thinking about it more clearly I know he doesn’t deserve a quick death, he needs to suffer long and hard, so here I will stay working in basically a sweatshop for as long as it takes.
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After my first twelve-hour day has ended I crawled up the stairs into my one room palace exhausted and starving.
I can barely move my arms, and I am covered with this strange stench from the chemicals used in some of the equipment.
Dreaming about a cold shower and an equally cold beer I strip and step into the miniature stall that eerily reminds me of our trailer back home.
I stand under the cool water finally rinsing off the dust and sweat from my body when I hear the distinct sound of the screen door slamming shut.
Emerging from the bathroom in my only towel I find myself rushing in hopes of seeing her.
Looking around I find no one but I do sense the fragrant scent of her vanilla/rose petal perfume in the air.
Closing my eyes I take a deep breath in imagining her standing outside the shower blushing at the thought of me just inches away.
Patience is difficult with a girl as tempting as Liz, and it seems at every corner there is a fantasy waiting to be fulfilled by my able hands.
Having her in the shower is definitely on the top of my list.
I can just imagine her wet naked body trembling against the cool tile…
“Are you alright Mr. Evans?”
Securing my towel I turn quickly around to face my adversary, Kyle Valenti, protector of this small New England town.
What a disappointment.
“I’m fine, is there something I can do for you?”
Pushing the screen door open I watch him take a seat at the undersized kitchen table in the corner of the room.
He takes his time before speaking again, his courage is faltering, I can tell he is easily intimidated, this would be almost amusing if I wasn’t so damn tired.
Removing his wide brimmed hat he takes out a handkerchief, something I didn’t know people still used, and wipes the sweat from his forehead.
“It’s funny you should ask that Mr. Evans I – “
“It’s Zan,”
Replacing his hat he nods as he rehearses his speech once more in his head.
Come on ranger Rick I know you can do it, spit it out, you want me to stay away from …
“I’d appreciate it if you would keep your …
distance …from Liz.”
See big boy I knew you had it in you, the delivery was a little weak but you managed to pull it off and that’s what counts.
“And why is that?”
He awkwardly stands and searches for a comfortable place to put his hands. Finally settling for his hips he now looks like one of the village people.
“I’m going to be honest with you …Zan. I don’t trust you, I think you’re hiding something.”
Give it up Kyle …she’s already mine.
“So you think I’m hiding something and because of that you want me to stay away from Liz?”
His voice toughens at the mention of her name, poor boy he’s got it bad for my lamb.
“Lizzy is innocent and very naïve she doesn’t need trash like you sniffing around – “
“Kyle!”
Immediately he is silent as if he’s broken some unspoken rule.
Turning slowly he looks down at her and smiles apologetically.
“Now Lizzy I was just looking out for you since you refuse to listen – “
Fuming mad Liz opens the screen door and points, “Get the hell out of here Kyle.”
Damn she is hot when she’s pissed.
“But Lizzy –“
“Please, we’ll talk about this later.”
Attempting to pick up what little dignity he has left Kyle turns to me and narrows his eyes, “I’ll be keeping my eye on you.”
Holding my hands up in the air I nod as respectfully as I can, “Yes sir, I understand.”
With Kyle gone Liz who is wearing a tight white tank top and faded cut offs turns on her heel with her hands on her hips and looks up at me as though nothing has happened.
It must kill her that everyone around her treats her like a child when she’s trying so hard to convince me otherwise.
“Dinner is ready. Martha has a plate for you on the kitchen table.”
Glancing over at the table in the corner I shift my gaze back to her. “Why didn’t you just bring it up here, or did you?”
Several silent moments go by as I witness her stare at my wet nearly naked body still dripping from my recent shower.
Lowering my head I catch her eyes, which seems to snap her out of her admiration and into and embarrassed state of anger.
“What? No, I didn’t come here…look, I-I’m not your servant Zan. Next time I won’t bother to tell you it’s there. I was being courteous, for the future Martha starts the dishwasher at eight, whether you’ve eaten or not your plate will be in that machine, so I suggest you make it down there in time.”
Smiling I lower my gaze over her and watch as her skin flushes a very pale shade of cherry red, once again giving her away. ”Fair enough.”
With the memory of our last encounter still fresh in her mind she nods quietly and leaves.
She’ll need a little push to get her back on track again; tonight I’ll work on my little game of seduction.
Feeling the effects of no food in my stomach I decide to dress and eat before her overzealous maid stashes my plate in the dishwasher.
Before I even get to the French doors outside the kitchen I can hear him yelling, I can also see the beef stew waiting for me and suddenly I am starving.
Running my hand threw my still wet hair I pull my tee shirt from the back pocket and pull it over my head.
Reaching for the glass of water that has been left out for me I gulp it down still feeling the effects of the heat on this endless scorching summer day.
“Dad you know this is important to me! I can’t just leave them now they’re depending on me!”
Shoveling down my meal like it’s the last one I’ll ever have I can’t help but roll my eyes at the conversation in the other room.
Poor little lamb, must be upset that he wont let her go somewhere with her friends, a weekend in the Hamptons maybe or a trendy nightclub in the city.
My heart bleeds.
“I told you those people are nothing but lazy leeches who prey on stupid little girls with nothing better to do with their time!”
“Dad it’s just not men and women who are at the shelter, children are there too.”
Listening more closely I’m shocked by what I’m hearing, what it this? Liz is helping the homeless?
“You will be on the vineyard whether you like it or not little girl, Jeremy has been tolerate enough with your frivolous charities. It’s time to grow up. He’s agreed to wait till after college for marriage the least you can do is show up at his graduation celebration.”
“But dad the benefit for the shelter is the same weekend, if I don’t show no one will take them seriously and we won’t get the donations needed to keep it going! Those people will have no place to go!”
“Those people are no concern of mine. You will be there Elizabeth and you will be charming and lovely like you were raised to be, END OF DISCUSSION!”
I jump as the door slams and his Mercedes goes flying out of the driveway.
The silence in the huge mansion is deafening and I can’t help but wonder where she is.
Looking down at my half eaten food and back up at the clock I realize that my curiosity will cost me but for some unexplained reason I am pulled towards her.
As I make my way into the front room everything is dark and quiet.
I step onto the winding staircase knowing this is forbidden territory but decide to risk it anyway. I’m sure the bastard is on his way to the nearest country club to drown himself in barrels of aged scotch. I figure I have at least two good hours before I have to worry about being caught.
When I reach the top of the stairs I hear something that surprises me. Soft haunting classical music is coming from what I suspect is her room.
Again this complicated girl takes me off guard. I would’ve imagined her only listening to the latest baby faced boy band garbage not …this.
At the end of a long hallway I see a dim light coming from a crack in an open door.
Assuming it’s her bedroom I slowly make my way as quiet as I can.
When I finally reach her room I peer in to find a large bed with furniture covered in crisp white sheets.
Big heavy flowered drapes cover the arc shaped windows blocking out the impending sunset.
This is not the room of a teenage girl.
An old record player in the corner of the room is responsible for the classical music; it’s surrounded by antique frames of people I can’t quite make out in the darkness.
The eerie but beautiful sounds pull me in for a moment, reminding me of my mother for some reason, sad and longing.
I can’t help but picture her in my mind.
“Lost?”
Quickly I turn around to see Liz standing in the shadows.
With nothing but a worn oversized football tee shirt on and no makeup she looks very innocent and completely vulnerable…not to mention absolutely beautiful.
“No…I …was looking for…you actually.”
Without a word she walks by me and into the room, hesitating for a moment she holds one of the frames in her hands before turning off the record player.
“Who’s in the picture?”
Sitting on the bed she runs her fingers over the image and begins to cry.
Her voice is very soft but filled with pain. “My mother.”
Sitting on the bed she lowers her head in an attempt to hide her face with her long dark hair.
This is it …the moment I’ve been waiting for…the perfect opportunity to make my move.
Taking a seat on the bed I look at the picture hoping it will be something I can use to manipulate her.
The woman is sitting on the front steps of the house with a little girl not more then three years old by her side.
“Where is she?”
Liz takes a moment before setting the antique frame back in its place.
“Dead.”
Shocked but steadfast I recover quickly knowing I have her right where I want her.
“How?”
With shaky hands Liz tucks her hair behind her ears and looks up at me with tears in her eyes.
“Cancer.”
My heart stops for a moment as I look into the same reflection of pain that I have known all too well myself.
It’s just a coincidence I tell myself as I regain my composure. It changes nothing …so why do I feel…
Shut the fuck up Zan.
“But you’re father, last weekend – “
“Stepmother…he was away with my stepmother Nancy, who is nothing like my mom. I think that’s why my father hates me so much. I remind him of her …everyone tells me I could be her twin.”
I know in my head it’s part of the plan but I find myself unable to keep my distance. She seems so small at this moment…so exposed … I have to touch her.
Cupping her cheek she closes her eyes and rests her face in my hand.
She trusts me; she’s taking comfort in me.
I have her exactly where I want her.
Now I just have to be patient and wait for her to come to me. She has to be the one to make the first move.
Slowly she opens her warm brown eyes and gazes up at me.
Fucking perfect
Breathless she speaks my name, she’s ready… I’m ready.
“Zan?”
Leaning towards her I part my lips and wait for the inevitable.
Come to me little lamb… I’ll ease your pain.
“Do you miss her?”
My eyes flash open as I stare down at her stunned.
“What?”
Resting her hand on my chest I still frozen by her intimate touch, and her question that I don’t quite understand.
“You… lost your mother too… didn’t you?”
That fucking cop, how far did he dig? I’ll fucking kill him. What’s one more body in the ground!
“Who…told you…how - “
Pressing her fingers to my lips she wanders close to me as a single tear falls from her eye.
“You were so upset when I asked you about her. I recognized the pain; I can see how much you’re hurting. You hide it from everyone but you can’t hide from me.”
You can’t hide from me…
Her words echo in my head as cold sweat covers my face leaving me lightheaded and dazed.
My eyes swiftly focus on a picture of her on the nightstand right by her head.
She’s no more that five standing alone in the garden. Dressed in black formal attire I wonder if this was the day she buried her mother.
Suddenly I can’t breathe. I try to look at her again, to think of some bullshit answer but nothing is coming.
She does not falter, will not break her stare.
“I have to go.”
Hurt she leans back as I quickly exit the room and make my way down the hall onto the stairs and out the front door.
Running up the side of the garage I rush to the sink and splash cold water on my burning face.
What is wrong with me?
What the hell is …happening?
“Zan?”
Unable to turn around I stand there bent over the sink, water still dripping from my face.
My heart pounds out of my chest so hard I’m sure she can hear it.
“Zan…please talk to me.”
Fuck
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I was just going over the story before its was moved and discovered that this chapter was mysteriously missing, I have inserted it in here, just wanted to explain why the replies do not match.
Chapter 8.
Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves
~ Confucius ~
A firestorm of emotion rushes through my body as I feel the heat from her stare from just a few feet away.
Gripping the sink I scream silently inside my head for control.
You fucking pussy …you’re stronger than this!
Watching as the water swirls down the drain I deepen my voice to an angry growl in an attempt to push her away.
“You need to go.”
Out of the corner of my eye I can see her reaction to my cold detached voice.
Intimidation is my last card to play but suddenly she doesn’t seem as helpless as I imagined her to be.
She’s trembling willing herself not to cry, she’s confused, hurt but not easily deterred.
“I don’t understand …I-I thought we …connected back there. I felt it …please don’t shut yourself off from me.”
Taking a deep breath I stand up straight and pull my shirt off to wipe the water from my face.
Get it together asshole, are you really about to let a little girl take you down?
I hear a creak on the old wooden floor and look down in time to see her bare feet take a step closer.
My muscles tense as she rests her hand on my back; her touch is like a warm shock awakening me, flaming secret desires I seem to have no control over.
Staring at the green and white checked tile on the kitchen counter I hear a soft pained whisper from her as she tentatively comes within inches of me.
“Please don’t pull away from me. All these years I’ve felt so alone but I’m not am I? I can see it in your eyes. This tough guy personality is just an act… isn’t it Zan?”
Her voice gains strength as her confidence grows; my body’s clear reaction to her simple caress is all she needs to back up her theory.
“You keep people away to protect yourself. From that first day, I knew… I knew we were the same…different but the same.”
Her tone becomes breathless and seductive as she feathers her delicate fingers down my back and around my waist bringing her body flush against mine. I’m barely holding on…and she knows it.
“I can feel it when I’m close to you…I know you feel it too…Alexander.”
My eyes slam shut as I feel her sweet warm breath on my skin, I open my mouth to correct her but it’s all too much.
I want to slam her against the wall. I want to grab her soft hips and sink deep inside her, but I can’t, she has to come to me… she has to beg for it.
She has to be willing to do anything for me; it’s the only way to destroy her in the end.
So why is it that I’m the one struggling to breathe, entirely willing to plead for just one more touch.
Suddenly her breath hitches as we both hear her father’s car door slam outside.
My jaw clenches as I feel her velvet lips against my ear.
“Go around back, I’ll leave the servant’s entrance unlocked, come to my room, it’s on the west side far away from his bedroom…please Zan …come to me.”
The air physically leaves my lungs as she presses her mouth against my shoulder and slips the tips of her fingers gently inside my jeans grazing the head of my cock.
Immediately I grab her wrist as a warning that she’s playing with fire now, something I’m not sure she’s prepared to do.
“I have to go in case he checks on me.” Releasing her arm she heads for the door before giving me one last longing gaze as she disappears into the dark night.
A trail of fire burns fervently from the remnants of her touch leaving me painfully hard and dying for more.
I feel like a clumsy schoolboy fumbling through his first time desperate to come.
This is all wrong...
Nervously I begin to pace the small room as I watch the bastard stumble and sway from his intoxicated state up the driveway.
My plan is unraveling… I’m loosing control.
This is my moment to redeem what has been taken from me and all I can think about is taking her fast and hard in her bed.
This is what I’ve been waiting for, I could whisper endless words of love and devotion in her ear, I could sputter nonsense of how it was destiny that we found each other. That fate brought us together, each suffering a loss that no one but the two of us could understand.
I could take everything that is pure and ripe for the picking, seize her virginity, capture her heart make her believe - trust that my feelings are true and unrelenting then tear it all away…leaving her broken and shattered, a shell of the sweet innocent girl she once was.
Just like my mother… breaking her…I-I mean him forever.
That was the plan … wait, that is the plan …and its working perfectly.
So why am I feeling … so…fuck!
Why am I feeling anything at all!
Taking a deep breath in I run my hands threw my hair wondering what I’m waiting for.
Staring into a broken mirror next to the door I look at my reflection as confusion swirls inside my head, emotions I never expected to have leave me unsure for the first time.
Pressing my hands on either side of the glass I hear something crinkle in my pocket, reaching back I pull the old picture from its resting-place.
My eyes widen, I almost forgot it was there.
Looking into my mother’s eyes I can’t believe I let this girl get inside my head.
I’ve waited years for this moment; sometimes it was the only thing that kept me going.
I can’t stop now.
Running down the stairs I sneak around the house, my heart hardened, my feelings in check.
This isn’t personal I have nothing against her.
She can blame her father for her pain for my deceit.
This is his burden to carry… his price to pay.
I have to stay detached …focused.
She is a means to an end …period.
Passing by a window I catch a glimpse of the old man struggling to climb the stairs, my stomach stirs with hatred as I watch each labored breath he takes.
Just as Liz promised the side door was open and my guilt or whatever emotion I was feeling is gone.
The house was dark but the full moon shone through the massive windows giving me a lit passage guiding me to her room.
By the time I reached the top of the curved massive staircase I could hear the bastard snoring already, I’m home free a marching band could stomp through and he would be oblivious to it.
As I peer down the long hallway I see a flickering light illuminating large renaissance paintings lining the walls.
My dirty boots creak against the floor as I glimpse at the voluptuous half naked women lying in the arms of adoring men against fancy Victorian furniture.
Approaching her door I hear the fabric of her sheets move …she knows I’m here.
Pushing the door open I see her sitting on her bed with her back towards me looking out the window.
She’s bathed in moonlight nude accept for a thin white sheet that is loosely wrapped around her waist.
Her long wavy raven hair dances in the summer night breeze kissing her flawless bare back causing me to loose my footing for a split second.
She is a vision; proof that angels truly do exist in this world.
Be strong Zan, be a man.
Remember why you are here.
Too timid to face me she keeps her gaze set upon the millions of bright stars above, her voice is soft and shaky as she addresses me.
“Sit by me.”
Not this time little lamb, now we play it my way.
“I’m fine where I am.”
My tone is steady firm, her little surprises aren’t working any longer.
The brave girl that took the initiative back at the loft is gone, she’s uncertain as she feels the shift of power between us.
“Zan – “
“Lie down.”
Her head lowers as her insecurities envelop her. I am the first to see the treasure she has been holding onto so tight.
Shaky hands pull the sheet up to her breasts as she slowly lies down on the bed.
“Get rid of the sheet.”
Her scared hesitant brown eyes look to me for reassurance that I care.
Still remaining just outside her door I open the crack a little wider and nod.
“You were right about me, I do hide, prove to me that I can trust you Liz. Show me that I don’t have to hide from you.”
Brutal I know …using her own words to manipulate her.
Averting her gaze she tortuously inches the white cover to her heavenly curved hips.
“All the way.”
My voice is commanding but throaty full of sultry overtones, she knows how much I want her.
My fingers dig into my leg as I try to control myself.
I must remain cool and calm.
I’ll be damned if she going to see the effect she’s having on me.
She’s trying so hard to be the woman she so desperately wants to be but she’s fighting hard to hold onto her courage.
Granted I’m not making this easy.
Gripping the sheet in her hand she trembles unable to move.
I turn the doorknob creating a distinct sound and she flashes her long dark eyelashes up at me.
It takes everything inside me to appear undaunted by the sight of her exquisite bare breasts that quiver for my touch.
“If you’re not ready…”
I turn to leave only to hear a breathless insistent whisper.
“Don’t go.”
As I look back her head is turned away from me, she is lying completely naked with one knee raised and her delicate arms across her chest.
Immediately I look towards the window fighting back the urge to come right there.
Steadying my hammering heartbeat I turn back more in control this time.
A means to an end …
A means to an end …
Finally she gets the nerve to look me in the eyes, raising her hand towards me she beckons me to join her.
Shaking my head no I glare back at her shocked expression.
“I made a promise.”
Turning to her side she grasps the sheet in her hand pulling it upwards.
“Let it go.”
Confused she searches her mind for the right words to save her from the vulnerable position she has now found herself in.
“I made a deal with your father that I wouldn’t …touch …you.”
Clearing her dry throat she looks past me into the darkened hallway.
“But he’s passed out cold, nothing would wake him now.”
“A promise is a promise.”
“But – “
Holding my finger to my lips she halts her sentence; she’s trying hard to figure me out.
My eyes rake dangerously over every inch of the splendor of her untouched bare form.
I am astounded by my self-control.
My deep husky whisper trembles with desire as I stare her down.
“Do you want me to make you come Liz?”
It’s apparent no one has ever spoken to Liz this way, her excitement is clear as the dark triangle between her legs begins to glisten.
My knuckles turn pure white as I wrench the doorknob.
Her eyes dart around the room as her mind spins for control; she’s not sure whether to be insulted by such a question or flattered.
Her inexperience is blatant as she struggles between what she wants and what she fears.
Her thighs rub agonizingly against each other as her body makes her decision for her.
“I don’t understand …how – “
“Look at me, no matter what happens don’t look away. Listen to my voice …let it float over you as if it were my mouth, my lips, my tongue.”
Lost in a haze of need and uncertainty she slowly nods her head.
My voice cracks as I watch her lips part and shiver.
Every muscle in my body flexes hard forcing myself to keep my distance.
Her eyes drift from my chest to the ridges of my stomach.
She likes what she sees.
Swallowing hard I deepen my tone witnessing as her young body comes to life.
“Very lightly touch your breast Liz.”
Hesitant and embarrassed she keeps her eyes locked on mine.
“Can you feel me, my hands smoothing over your skin, my mouth caressing… kissing… tasting …can you feel me Liz?”
A thin sheen of sweat covers her golden skin, her shaky hand cups the firm roundness of her breast as she runs her thumb gently over her hardened nipple.
Nodding slowly her eyes narrow and her breath quickens as her excitement grows.
“Zan…”
“Slide your other hand over your stomach between your legs.”
Her shame is gone now, she’s with me connected - bound … it’s no longer her hands touching her body.
In her eyes I am there hovering over her …making love to her.
There is no distance between us.
Finding her nub she shivers and gasps for air.
“Feel my hands gripping your soft thighs apart Liz… feel my tongue as it slips inside, lavishing you, flicking … sucking …teasing your clit.”
For a moment I am just as lost as she is as I agonizingly follow each stroke.
My voice is hoarse shaky and deep, the air is so hot I can barely breathe.
“You taste…so fucking sweet.”
Suddenly her body tenses and her eyes slam shut as a long drawn out moan escapes from her pale pink lips.
She’s about to come.
“Look at me!”
Violently shaking her back arches off the bed as she forces her eyes open and stares up at me.
She is mine.
My voice forcefully growls as I break the frame of her door clear off the wall.
“Come for me!”
My forehead hits the door as she bites down hard on her bottom lip and cries out my name.
She nearly brings me down to my very knees as I watch her head fall back and her breasts arc forward.
Whimpering softly still focused on my stare she reaches for the sheet and pulls it over her sweat-covered body.
Begging for a response she breathlessly waits as she clutches the sheet in her hands.
Paralyzed, dazed …unable to think or speak my veil of deceit crumbles at my feet.
Struck down by her unabashed unmatched beauty I stagger backwards captured forever … lost in her.
I am utterly hopelessly drowning in everything that she is.
Reaching for words that I know will never be good enough for the likes of her I whisper as I disappear into the safety of the darkened hallway.
“Beautiful… so …beautiful.”
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