The Son of a Genius

The Prologue of a Genius

The beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt

I can still feel your arms

-Last Kiss, Taylor Swift

New York City, 2004

Flashes of bare skin, the yelling and slamming of doors swept through her mind. Her voice was hoarse from screaming and all she wanted was to close her eyes and cry. It was a reasonable thought after all she went through that night, yet she knew that it was nearly impossible for her to be able to go through with what she wanted to do. But, there was nowhere for her to go.

Her parents had just went out of town and her damned soon to be ex-husband was cheating on her. Could her life get any worse? Probably. She had been planning to surprise him by getting off work early and she got home to her husband cheating on her. It wasn't the surprise she had been planning, but it was a surprise nonetheless.

Paige Dineen sighed and ran a hand through her messy hair. She ran a hand down the form fitting skirt she was wearing and cursed under her breath. Naturally, she had decided to go to a bar, and maybe drown her sorrows and lose herself in a guy. At the time it seemed like the best choice of what to do. It had been awhile since she had been able to do that. But now she felt that it was worth it, if he did that then so could she. Paige took a deep breath and ran a hand over her eyes, hoping that no one could tell that she had been crying.

Her heels were muffled by the light carpeting in the bar. the bar wasn't one of the swanky ones in uptown New York, this was just a simple bar she had found when she was out with a couple friends.. She was wearing the clothes that she had worn to her work that morning as an assistant for a publishing company, which was a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. It was a tireless job, but as long as it paid the bills she was fine with it.

She took a seat at one of the bar seats. The bartender was busy with a group down the bar. It consisted of a few men and a couple women, they all wore suits or skirts and seemed to have been dressed to impress or something along the lines. What caught her eye was one of the men was standing nearby, obviously drinking water as his friends were working at getting drunk. The man seemed bored and watched the people around him with disinterest. He had dark curly hair and his suit fit him quite well. Brown eyes met each other and for a minute their eyes were tied together until one of his friends slapped his back and the spell was broken.

Paige tried to ignore the temptation to steal another glance at the man, but she could still feel his eyes on her.

"What'll it be?" asked the bartender gruffly. She looked up at the scruffy looking bartender and sighed.

"Whiskey, please." said Paige, she put her elbows on the bar and waited for her long awaited drink. Paige didn't drink and when she did it usually meant that something serious had happened. She had craved a drink ever since she saw the form of her husband over her now former best friend.

Her husband had pleaded with her not to leave while he got dressed. It didn't help his case and she still left no matter what he said. Her phone had been ringing off of the hook from her best friend and Paige hadn't answered once. She eventually had to turn her phone off to stop the insistent ringing. She refused to listen to their half assed excuses and didn't have any plans to listen to one of the many voicemails they had left.

The sound of footsteps approaching, took Paige from her self pity. She looked up to see the man that had dark hair and brown eyes, he caught her attention and to her it was entirely possible that he could be her one night stand victim. He was handsome, that was obvious. His eyes glittered with intelligence and it intrigued her. He held himself like he knew everything about everyone in the bar and that caused Paige to be curious about the man that was now standing in front of her.

"Hello," he said nervously. Paige glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Hi,"

"I'm Walter," said Walter offering his hand to shake. Paige shook his hand, he had a firm grip and there was something about the way that he hand fit into his. A tingle of electricity shot up her arm at the contact and tried to ignore the spark that seemed to have ignited all of her senses to the man in front of her.

"Paige." she said simply. He nodded at her and sat down beside her.

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Sun shone straight through the window and into Paige's eyes, she awoke blinking forcefully with a splitting headache and the feel of warmth surrounding her. At the moment she wasn't sure where she was or how she got there. A surge of fear hit her chest and she forced herself not to shoot up on what ever she was laying on.

It looked like she was in a hotel room that had been trashed. Clothes were strewn over the room, for a moment she feared that she had cheated on her husband until she remembered the events that took place to cause her to show up at a bar. Anger filled her mind and she ignored the urge to find the closest thing and smash it.

Paige sighed lightly and then took in the fact that an arm was slung around her waist and the feel of warm breath against the back of her neck. It was oddly comforting, she felt safe and whenever she had been with Drew she had just felt content and nothing more.

The warm puffs of air against her neck was slow, it was obvious that the man behind her was sleeping. She didn't want to face whoever it was just yet. Her own breath slowed as she let herself slump against the bed and man behind her.

As she rested her head against the pillow, the previous night came back to her in a flash.

The liquor burning down her throat and the easy conversation with the man, whose name was Walter. The delightful pressure of his lips against hers as they had stumbled up towards his hotel room. Their clothes being thrown around the room in their haste to get rid of them, landing on the television, the lamp or on the floor, at least those were the places that Paige had seen them go. The feel of his lips against her bare skin and their tangled limbs.

Paige could feel her cheeks getting warm at just thinking about it. Walter's leg shifted in his sleep and moved in between her calves as his grip tightened against her. His breaths grew harsher and a few moments later when she was sure that he wasn't waking up she concluded that the man was having a nightmare.

What was he having nightmares about? What happened to him that would cause this? She wanted to make him feel better, seeing anyone in pain was a weakness of hers, she wanted to help him somehow.

Slowly, Paige slid her arm along the one on her waist and she felt his breaths even out slightly. She intertwined her fingers loosely with his. His breathing slowed and she untensed and blinked sleepily. Paige could feel herself ready to fall away into the world of sleep, but his breath coming quicker with sure signs of him fully becoming awake this time.

Paige closed her eyes and feigned sleep as she felt his body move around hers slowly shifting into awakeness. She let her body fall slack against the mattress and Walter's body. He tensed immediately and Paige just hoped that he didn't think bad of her.

His arms and legs shifted as he drew in a large breath, a foul curse left his mouth and his breath exhaled against her bare skin. She could feel his body stiffen as he slowly moved his leg from where it was mixed with hers. His hand disentangled with where she had put her hand minutes before, she hated the loss of heat and for whatever reason the loss of him.

The bed creaked as he tried to get up. Paige remained still, as she faked sleep, she felt like a secret agent when it was mandatory that they remain still.

He paused to see if the sound had caused her to wake, when he seemed satisfied that she was still asleep he stood. She could hear the soft footsteps of Walter walking around the room, grabbing certain items and the bathroom door shutting.

Her eyes popped open like a squirrel hyped up on sugar. Her eyes shift from side to side and when she hears the shower starting, Paige shifted and pull the covers back. She felt slightly cold without him by her side, her mind argued that she had been used to sleeping next to Drew and any body next to hers would suffice.

The cold air caused goosebumps to rise on her bare skin. She pushes the sheet back carefully and quietly stood. Cold air rushed over her skin and she shivered, Paige searched the room and pulled on her stray clothes.

The shower turned off just as she finished tugging on her pencil skirt and shirt. Paige stole a panicked glance towards the bathroom door and quickly rushed towards the hotel door. She yanked open the door and stepped out. She shut the hotel door and heaved a sigh of relief. She could hear the telltale signs of the bathroom door opening, and before she could spare another glance Paige sped out of the hotel and away from the man she had just spent the night with.

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