Free Rock Hard Envy - Part 2 by D. H. Cameron Page A

pained, however. She looked angry.
    “You want to know something? I used your phone to text that mousy bitch. She was here a few minutes ago. I saw her in your office. She saw you kiss me and I saw the look on her face. It was classic,” Sylvia said and bit her lip as if saying it gave her some kind of pleasure. James grabbed her by the neck and his other hand formed a fist, which he drew back and held there shaking. “You going to hit me? That would be even better,” Sylvia said and Sylvia’s eyes darted involuntarily away. James let go, suddenly feeling as if they were being watched or, more likely, photographed.
    “You better be gone when I get back,” was all James said as he left Sylvia alone. Once inside, James called the Malibu Police and asked them to keep an eye on his house. They were very sensitive to the needs of their many famous citizens. He dressed quickly and left, his truck growling and his tires squealing. It echoed his own anger and frustration. Most of all, however, James was disappointed. Disappointed at his own failure to listen to the woman he loved and to protect their relationship. Damn, he wanted a drink but James knew that was just noise. He didn’t heed the desire to drown his problems, however. Instead, he was going to fix them once and for all but even now, James had no idea what he faced.
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    I woke up as the paramedic eased me down from my seatbelt and onto the roof of my car. It took a moment for me to realize my little car was upside down in the middle of the road. Broken glass was everywhere and a concrete truck loomed over the scene. “What happened?” I asked.
    “You were in an accident,” the woman told me. Another man dressed in dirty clothes was nearby asking about me. I remembered suddenly. I ran a red light and the concrete truck hit me. It swerved at the last second but couldn’t avoid my little Ford Fiesta and sent it spinning. That’s all I remembered about the crash, but the memory of Sylvia and James burned brightly in my mind. The paramedic had me sit up as she examined me.
    “You’re lucky. Just a few scratches and bruises. Any pain, dizziness, anything?” she asked.
    “No, I think I’m OK,” I replied as I did a quick assessment of my body. She helped me to my feet and towards the ambulance. She sat me on the back and covered me with a blanket even though it was at least eighty degrees. Then I heard a loud screech and turned to see James’ big, black pickup skid to a stop at the bottom of the ramp. He jumped from the cab, rushed towards my car and not finding me, he looked around frantically. Then he saw me and I could see the relief wash over him. He ran to me and knelt in front of me.
    “Are you OK?” he asked as he took my hands in his.
    “I’ll live,” I said not sure how to feel. I was glad to see him on one hand but the memory of that kiss tore at me.
    “Is she really OK?” James asked the paramedic and she assured him that I appeared to be fine for the most part.
    “Would you two like a moment? We need to take her to the hospital for a thorough examination, but there’s no big rush,” the paramedic asked.
    “Please,” James answered. She walked away and James hugged me close before he spoke. “I know what you saw. I swear it wasn’t what you think. She set us up. Sylvia sent you the text message and she knew you were there. She did it all so you would see,” James explained. I was surprised to hear it but that sounded like Sylvia. However, it didn’t make me feel any better.
    “I believe you, James, but there’s more to it. I warned you about her. I told you my fears and you ignored them. You invited that woman into our house. You chose her over me,” I said and I could see the pain and regret in his eyes.
    “I’m so sorry, little girl. You’re right. This is all my fault. But she’s gone now and I won’t let anything come between us ever again. You’re all that matters, Simone. You’re my world. I made a mistake. Can you