Free Defiled Forever by AM Rivera Page B

ever the smart ass.
     
    “We were just going to sit down if you’ll please excuse us.” Matthew, ever the gentleman.
     
    Nikolai surprisingly nods in agreement and turns and walks away. As soon as he is out of earshot Matthew starts in “How on earth do you know Nikolai Grekov Lauren?” “Do you know who he is?” Do you know what he does for a living?”
     
    “I’m not sure Matthew. I saw him in a club once.” (They call this being creative with the truth.)
     
    “I really don’t like him and I don’t want to talk about him.” “Ever.”
     
    “He kissed you on the mouth like he knew you quite well.” He accuses.
     
    “He caught me off guard. It’s a Russian or a European thing. Please can we not talk about him?”
     
    Reluctantly Matthew agrees, but our perfect day is ruined. I can tell Matthew is full of anger and curiosity. I hope he doesn’t sense my rapid heartbeat and how distracted I am.
     
    Oh my God. I realize I love Nikolai. I hate him more but there is a feeling all over me that I only get in his presence. Therapy stat! Lose the love. Build the hate.
     
    I want to escape this place and not risk seeing Nikolai again, but Matthew insists we have lunch here and I agree so as not to raise suspicions. We order and I excuse myself to wash my hands before eating.
     
    The ladies room at the country club is nothing short of luxurious. All cream and gold. I let the cold water run on my wrists and make an effort to calm my nerves and get my game face on to go back out there when the door opens and Nikolai predictably strolls in.
     
    “Get out. Get out and stay away from me or I will call the police Nikolai.” I am only meeting his eyes in the mirror. I refuse to turn around and face him.
     
    “Does Lawson know you would let me fuck you in here right now?”
     
    “You’re ridiculous.”
     
    “Is he your dream come true? Tell me, is he everything you ever wanted?” He snarls at me.
     
    “Does he know that this is probably what you came in here for? That you hoped I would follow you?” He sneers and now his hands find my hips from behind.
     
    I move out of his reach and he arrogantly turns leaning against the counter.
     
    “Let’s pull the little tennis skirt up and the panties down and see if I’m right Lauren. I bet every penny I have that you’re wet for me.”
     
    “Oh so now I’m Lauren. Last time I was the Judge’s daughter. Remember that? I hate you Nikolai.”
     
    And I turn to go out the door quickly but he catches me halfway out the door by my hair not caring who sees. Fortunately, no one witnesses as he drags me back inside. Still holding my hair he kisses me deeply forcing his tongue inside my mouth. I refuse to kiss him back and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth when he lets go of me.
     
    “Leave me alone Nikolai. I mean it. I will have you arrested and tell them everything I know if you come near me again. Stop following me. Stop stalking me. I hate you.”
     
    His face goes dark and his grey eyes turn almost black as he says “Be careful who hears you say stuff like that. Those words can get you killed. And not by me.”
     
    I return to our table, flushed and lips swollen I’m sure, but Matthew is oblivious to all of the drama going on. His biggest concern seems to be his precious club is allowing the wrong kind of people in.
     
    We make small chit chat and we never see or hear anything from Nikolai for the rest of the day. I have to lose the love and build the hate. I am stronger now and I love and respect myself for it.

 
     
    Twenty One
     
    Time flies even more now that I am in school. My job, my studies, my classes all keep me too busy to concentrate on anything else. The election is drawing to a close and I am certain Matthew has this in the bag. There have been no further run-ins with Nikolai. He has moved on to trap another fly it seems. I wish her luck, whoever she is. Matthew only brought the subject up once again by asking me one night