Free Stranger at the beach house by L J Dee Page A

against me. He was struggling to keep control but it was evident
he was absolutely raging. He held me tighter, cupping my face, hard, urgently,
lifting it to kiss me, gently this time, his eyes still blazing with lust.
    “You’d better go and see what he
wants, Rose. I don’t want him snooping around here”.
    I was still half dazed and
totally aroused as I tried to brace myself for a run in with my very unwelcome
ex. Walking quietly out of the kitchen, I turned to
hear Sam mutter “Motherfucker,” as he smashed his fist into the wall. I knew
exactly how he felt.
      I left through the patio and walked down onto
the beach to give myself a few minutes to regain my composure and could hear
Daniels gentle knocking and Darts loud bark as I made my way up the small
wooden steps towards the house. He must have caught my movement from the corner
of his eye. “Rose,” he shouted, striding over and opening his arms to greet me.
Instinctively I moved backwards, crossing my arms defiantly and frowning.
    “What the hell do you want?” I asked icily. His smile
dropped as he cast his eyes downwards.
    “I need to talk to you, Rose”. Talk to me.   Now.   Was he joking?
We had not talked since he told me he was leaving me for an orange bitch who was half his age. No apology. He had not even called to
say he was sorry to hear about the death of my closest and only family.
      “Fuck off, Daniel,” I uttered, pushing my way
past him and into the house, “there is nothing to say”.
    He followed me, closing the door
behind him and making his way into the front room, stopping dead as Dart pulled
off a brilliant impression of a guard dog, growling menacingly.   “I’m sorry, Rose. I know I’ve been a total
shit. I freaked out when you moved in, it was all going a bit fast and I
panicked, I made a huge mistake leaving you for....”   I put my hand up to stop him mid speech.
    “Daniel. Firstly, let’s get the
facts straight. I never moved in. My flat was sold from under me and I had
nowhere to go so I was crashing at your place temporarily while I looked for a
new one. Secondly, you made your choice to be with someone else and I don’t
remember you thinking it was a mistake at the time. You did me a favour,” I
spat.
    He looked utterly dejected,
shadows falling over his handsome features. “You don’t mean that, Rose” he
smiled gently, walking towards me, his chocolate eyes urging me to hear him
out, to succumb as I had so many times before.
      It would never happen. I had strengthened my
resolve weeks ago, determined to purge Daniel Bowman from my system and right
now, on top of that, I was a pulsing mass of sexual frustration and desperate
to be back in the arms of my gorgeous neighbour. Could he have picked a worse
time?
    “You need to go, Daniel. Really,
there is nothing left to say,” I said as he moved closer, lifting his arm to
stroke mine as I stepped out of reach.
    “Please, Rose, I’m so sorry. I
really fucked up this time didn’t I?” he replied quietly, his eyes pleading
with me to listen.
    “Yes,” I said, trying hard to
control my growing irritation. “You need to go,” I said again but he wasn’t
listening.
    “It’ll take me hours to drive back.
Can’t I at least stay tonight? It’s taken me half the day to find you. I’ll be
gone first thing in the morning, please,” he begged.
    I paced backwards and forwards
across the room. Christ , I really did
not need this now. All I wanted was Daniel gone but it was a hell of a drive
back, we were in the middle of nowhere and I don’t know how he had found me,
but from the look of him the journey had clearly taken its toll.
    “You can sleep there,” I pointed
an angry finger towards the chair. “And I expect you to be gone when I wake
up”.
    He slumped into the old leather
chair with his head in his hands, turning to look up at me with sad wide eyes
and I was shocked to find that I actually began to feel sorry for him. I had
never seen Daniel