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The Bad Guy
Roman
I hoist her up out of the car gently so not to hit her head on the door. Once I have her motionless body out of the car, I lift her into my arms like a baby. I look down at her face as she sleeps peacefully, smiling down at her innocence.
I approach her door and ring the doorbell, waiting for her sister to open the door. I hear a voice calling out as the door opens saying, "I told you to be here by midnight."
The door opens and her sister stands before me. She looks like Clara, in that they share the same eyes, but Clara's face is much softer than her sister's. She has sharp features and her blue eyes are icy daggers that pierce into me.
Her sister's face contorts angrily when she sees me cradling her sister instead of Clara standing on her own. "What did you do to her?" She asks me in a dark tone.
I push past her and enter the home. "Where is her room?" I ask her, not answering her question. She tells me where to find Clara's room, and I head to the back of the house to place her on her bed. I carefully place her down on her bed, moving her head onto the pillows comfortably. I sit down on her bed and move the hair from her face smiling down at her.
Her sister lingers in the doorway with her arms crossed and dissatisfied with the scene before her. "What happened?" She asks me with a stern tone.
I let out a heavy sigh, "She took a beer from the table instead of poring it herself."
"She was drugged?" She calls out. "Did you drug her?" she accuses me.
I let out a scoff, staring at Clara's peaceful face. "Trust me, if I was the one drugging her, she's be in my bed not hers." I say, not looking at her sister's probably infuriated face.
"Get the fuck out of here." She threatens me lowly. "Don't you dare try to see her again."
"I brought her back to you." I tell her, now looking at her. "I could have kept her at my place until she was conscious to keep this from you, but I brought her to you so you wouldn't be worried about her." I tell her sternly, getting up and towering over her. "Don't you dare accuse me of doing this to her. You should be thanking me for getting her home safely to you." I tell her darkly, closing the space between us.
She swallows hard at my harsh demeanor, looking over at her sleeping sister, then back at me. "I didn't want her to go to that party. I told her she could get drugged." She lets out with a defeated sigh looking at her sister with sad eyes. "Where were you when she took this drink?" She asks me with pressed eyes, blaming me now for not being there to stop her.
I think about being upstairs with Bree. If I wasn't up there with her, I would have found Clara, and I wouldn't have allowed her to take the beer. I also think about Peter, and how he was upstairs with Mags. I wonder what they were both doing upstairs and why they weren't down at the party like they should have been.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop her." I tell her sister honestly, looking at Clara with sad eyes.
"You should probably head out." She tells me, "I can take it from here." She says and I nod once.
I move away from her sister and head back to Clara on the bed. I place my hand on her cheek brushing it softly with my thumb. I hear her sister stiffen at my movement, but she doesn't say anything to me. Clara moans at my touch, smiling as I trace my finger on her soft face.
She moves her head so my palm is against her lips. She presses her lips to my palm, moaning again. "Hmm, Peter," She lets out in a weary sigh.
I pull my hand away from her and look at her with pressed brows. Why would she say his name? I look back at her sister who raises her brows at the comment. I swallow hard, getting to my feet, brushing my blazer off.
I clear my throat and look at her sister. "I better go." I let out.
"Roman," She says, stopping me from walking past her. I look down at her, the proximity between us closing. "My sister was almost killed today." She says with intense eyes that capture my mind. I cannot help but look into her eyes piercing blue eyes. They are so blue and bright, and her voice is so soothing. "It would have been all your fault if she died tonight. You know the Vargulf is killing virgins. You could have saved her." She says and my mind goes blank. Her words are all I hear.
"You're an Incubus. You desire her. I can see it in the way you look at her. You want to protect her. So, I want you to do everything to protect her." She says intensely. "There is only one way for you to protect her from the Vargulf that is killing Virgins. There is no other way." She commands. "Now, get out of here and forget we ever had this conversation" she says, breaking the contact from my eyes, her nose bleeding onto her plump lips. My head spins and I feel groggy.
I turn away from her and head to my car. I get in the car and drive to my house as fast as my car can take me. I place the car in park and think about Clara. All I can think about is Clara. I have an unexplainable urge to sleep with her and I don't know why.
I wonder what she is dreaming about in this moment. I feel myself getting hot at the idea and I look around to make sure no one is around. I dropped off Shelly before I dropped off Clara, so I have no doubt that she is asleep by now. Though I know Olivia is probably awake and waiting for me, so I stay in the car for a moment. Just until I get the answers that I want.
I lean the chair back and close my eyes. I think about Clara, searching for her mind, when I capture it. I smile to myself as I fall into her dream.
She is on the beach, the sound of seagulls calling out over the waves crashing on the shore. There is nothing on the beach but a single towel and basket. I look out into the water to see her in white dress, flowing in the wind as she walks into the ocean.
I call out to her and she turns around to see me. Her eyes light up and she beckons me to join her. I walk out to the water until I am waist deep next to her. She smiles at me with the most innocent smile. She jumps on top of me, laughing and I run in circles, making us both dizzy. She laughs as I tumble and we fall into a wave that carries us to shore.
I look down at her and smile as she looks up at me. My nose grazes hers and she smiles up at me. I look down at her white dress that is now completely soaked, exposing her erect nipples behind the thin wet cloth. I feel myself getting hard at the sight as I trace her nipples with my finger. I feel the tension rising inside me, and I kiss her neck passionately as she lets out a moan. I need to have her. I need to protect her. I need to take her innocence to protect her.
"Oh, Peter," she lets out in a moan.
I pull away from her with pressed brows, looking down at her as she has her eyes closed. "Why did you call me that?" I ask her. "Why did you call me Peter?"
She opens her eyes and looks at me, her brows pressing together in confusion. "Roman?" She lets out confused.
"Why did you call me that?" I press her. She pushes me off of her heading to shore, grabbing her things. "Why did you call me Peter?" I yell at her.
"Get the fuck out of my head, Roman!" She yells at me, throwing the towel at me.
"Why Peter?" I ask her with a crack in my voice. I grab her by the wrist violently. "Why not me?"
She looks at me with pressed brows shaking her head slightly. "Get out of my dreams, Roman." She says with tears building in her eyes, shoving her hand out of my grip.
"I took you home!" I yell at her. "It was me who was there for you when you got drugged. It was me that you came running to. Where the fuck was Peter when you were getting drugged?" I yell at her and she looks at me with fearful eyes. "What the hell did I do to not be your first pick?" I ask her powerlessly. "They always pick Peter." I tell her shaking my head. "Letha, Mags, and now you." I say to her as she looks at me with pity in her eyes.
She turns away from me and I am thrusted out of her dreams. I groan as I grab for my head, looking around the car. I slam my head against the headrest of the seat, cursing loudly wondering why I wasn't good enough for her.
Peter
I sit in the living room with Destiny as Lynda is in the bedroom with Mags, treating her wounds. Noah and Niko are grabbing their things so they can camp outside the trailer for extra surveillance in case the Vargulf tries to attack her. Mags was adamant that she did not see the Vargulf when he attacked her and was unable to provide a description of him. She continued to explain that the only scent she gathered from the woods were the same scents that Yelloweyes got. If it wasn't for the fact that Yelloweyes tracked the same scent, I wouldn't believe her.
Destiny looks at me with compassionate eyes, reading how concerned I am about Mags and how traumatic the night must have been. "How are you feeling?" She asks me carefully.
"I feel like I have fallen out of a fifty-story building just to get hit by a bus after getting up." I tell her harshly.
"It's a real toll on your body when you turn against the moon." She tells me.
"I am aware." I tell her harshly and she chews on her lips. "Is she going to be alright?" I ask her with a rough tone.
Destiny swallows hard, "yeah, he didn't get that deep." She says with a reassuring tone. "I brought Lynda my best herbs."
"She smelled the Pack." I tell her and she looks up at me with curious eyes. "We both did." I continue. "We didn't get any other scent but the Pack. But the guys didn't turn." I inform her.
She looks at me with confused eyes. "That's…" She begins, "That's not possible. You should have gotten something. Especially the proximity that you two were to the Vargulf." She explains.
"I know." I tell her sternly. "But there was no scent. I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't turned myself." I say as my throat dries up. "The only scent Yelloweyes and Coppertail got tonight was the Pack."
"Maybe their scent was too strong on you?" Destiny guesses.
I shake my head. "I haven't turned with Greyhair and Cedar in years. And Coppertail was farther in the woods when I caught their scent. It was as though they were right on my tail." I say nervous at the thought.
"I don't understand." She says defeated.
"Is there anyway the Vargulf could have masked their scent with one of them?" I ask her desperately.
"No," she says shaking her head. "Even if they lived with one of them everyday for all of their life; a wolf's scent is unique to themselves. They cannot transfer that."
I let out a helpless sigh, throwing my head in my palms helplessly. A tear falls down my face and Destiny frowns at me.
She places her hand on my back to rub it but when she does, a spark of images flash before us. I see myself going down on Clara, my lingering eyes on Mags' outfit, looking at Noah on the staircases, Kissing Mags in the bathroom, turning against the moon, killing the girl in the woods, finding Mags in the forest, and Detective Decatur's fingers.
I stagger away from Destiny and see looks at me with pressed brows. "Don't," I warn her, knowing what she is about to say.
She shakes her head in shock, and I wonder what out of all those images was the most disturbing to her. "Peter…"
"I said, don't." I warn her again. "I don't need them to know what I know."
She scoffs. "You're an idiot for keeping this from them. All of it." She tells me instead of fighting me. "Lynda I am leaving." She calls out to my mother. "I suddenly feel like I need to wash myself." She says quietly to me.
My mother comes out of the room as Destiny leaves the trailer. "How is Mags?" I ask her with concern.
"She will pull through," She says not very sure of herself. "You can come see her if you'd like?" She says and I get up, heading into the room.
I walk into the room and see Mags laying on the bed, her chest now wrapped in bandages. I look back at my mother and she nods once, heading out of the room and gives me a moment with her.
I sit on the edge of the bed next to her. She slowly moves her head towards me smiling when her eyes land on mine. "How are you feeling?" I ask her.
"That's a stupid question." She says to me weakly.
"So, you feel as bad as you look?" I joke with her and she smiles, trying not to laugh. I smile looking at her. "I am sorry about tonight. I should have followed you faster."
"No, I shouldn't have run into the woods without you." She says weakly. "I just didn't want to lose him." She lets out a heavy sigh. "I guess it doesn't matter since we didn't get a scent."
"How is it possible that we smelled Greyhair and Cedar if they weren't there?" I ask her.
She shrugs then winces quickly. "I don't know. But it's fucked." She tells me.
"You didn't see him at all?" I ask her again. "The color of his fur? How big he was? His mannerisms?" I ask her. "Anything?"
"All I remember were his eyes. They were the brightest blue eyes." She says.
"That doesn't give us much to work on." I tell her. "Greyhair, Coppertail, and Cedar have blue eyes. It's probably the most common eyes for a wolf."
"I know." She says harshly knowing that her account of him is not helpful. "He came up behind me. I didn't see him. I didn't hear him. He was quiet. And by the time I turned around, he scratched me and left."
"I'm sorry." I tell her, brushing the hair from her face. "I don't mean to push you so much."
"Peter," She says grabbing my hand, placing it on her cheek. "I meant what I said in the bathroom." She says looking for a response in my eyes. "Tell me it meant something to you."
I swallow hard, looking back to see if Lynda is in earshot. I turn back to Mags and look at her with pressed brows. "If we were downstairs, things could have played out differently." I let out taking my hand off of her cheek.
A tear falls from her lashes, and I feel my heart hurting at the sight. I brush the tear from her cheek and lean down to her lips, pressing mine gently to hers. She moans softly, as I place my hand to her face. I lift up her head to get a better angle to kiss her. She groans slightly at the movement, and I move her head back.
I stop kissing her to move towards her, getting on the bed and between her legs. I spread her legs and bring them up above my waist, being mindful not to move her too much near her chest. I lean down and crash my lips into hers, feeling myself getting hard as I push myself against her. Her hands comb through my hair as she pulls me towards her.
I push her panties to the side, seeing that this will be easy access to her. I move to my pants, unbuckling them and pulling them down just enough to pull my dick out. She looks up at me with lustful eyes as I tease her entrance.
I thrust myself inside her and she gasps at my sudden movement. She is wet and tight, and the sensation almost makes me cum right there. It's the first time I have been inside someone since Letha.
I stay there for a moment, unable to thrust in or out as the sensation is too heightened. I look down at her and she smiles up at me. I move my hips to thrust into her again when my mother enters the room without a knock.
I look back at her with hatful eyes at her intrusion. She clears her throat uncomfortably seeing that even though I am clothed, there is just enough skin between us to complete what we are seeking to complete. "What?" Is all I can say to her with lowered eyes.
She clears her throat as she looks at Mags. "Peter, Clara is at the door." She says carefully. I look back to see the pressed glare on Mags face.
I let out a heavy sigh. "I'll be right back." I tell her quietly, getting off of her and shoving myself back into my pants. My mother sees this and gives me a look of overweighing shame.
I pass by my mom in the hallway who sends me a judgmental look, not knowing the extent of mine and Clara's relationship, but having a mother's intuition of knowing that there is something there.
"Peter," She stops me before I can make it to the door. "I don't know what is going on with you and that girl out there," She says referring to Clara. "But it is not fair to her that you play this game between these girls." She tells me with her maternal tone. "I raised you to be a good man. Don't be the bad one."
I nod once, moving past her and to the door. I push the outer screen door towards her and take a step outside of the trailer to meet her outside. I don't want to invite her in since Mags is in there, and Clara is clearly confused as to why I meet with her outside.
I look to see that the sun is already rising, and the Party was now over 5 hours ago. The fatigue finally hits me and I feel suddenly tired.
"Hey," she lets out uncomfortably, looking up at the trailer, then back at me. Clearly wondering why we are speaking outside. "Are you okay?" She asks me with innocent eyes that make me instantly regret what I am doing with Mags. "Sorry," She lets out with a nervous laugh. "You're obviously not doing okay. I meant that in a relative way. Like, are you going to be okay?" She lets out uncontrollably. "I hope Mags is…okay." She says not liking the use of that word anymore. "Sorry," She lets out nervously. She closes her eyes and takes a moment to compose herself and then says, "I am sorry about what happened tonight. I wanted to thank you and Mags for the sacrifice that you two made to protect me."
I smile down at her, and this seems to put her at ease. "Thank you, Clara." I say slowly. "Mags was hurt, but she will push through."
"Did she get a scent?" she says awkwardly, not wanting to bring it up, but wanting to know the answer.
I clear my throat, not really knowing how to tell her we only smelled the Pack. "No," I finally let out and her shoulders drop with disappointment. "We couldn't get a scent."
"Why not?" She presses helplessly.
"Look, Clara." I begin with a sigh, not wanting to discuss this with her. "Mags got really hurt tonight, and I feel like shit as well." I clear my throat. "Is there a reason you're here?" I ask her unintentionally with a harsh tone.
"I…" she is taken aback by my harsh tone. "I just wanted to tell you that I was grateful for you tonight. I don't remember the rest of the night." She tells me with a helpless tone.
"Yeah, you drugged yourself." I tell her with a scoff, "Honestly Clara, what were you thinking when you grabbed a random drink from the table?"
"I…I don't know. I wasn't thinking…" She looks down at her feet and I feel bad for my tone.
I sigh heavily. "I am sorry," I tell her, realizing how harsh I am being towards her. "I am just frustrated that Mags got hurt and we didn't get a scent."
"We will find him, Peter." She says placing her hand on my cheek. She lifts herself on her toes closing her eyes to kiss me when I grab her hand and pull away from her. She opens her eyes and looks at me with wide betrayed eyes.
"I can't do this right now." I let out, not wanting her to taste Mags on my lips.
"I understand," She says, but she doesn't. She looks up at me with a pressed smile. "I hope Mags gets better." She tells me truthfully.
"You should go home, Clara." I tell her. "The sun is rising."
She looks so sad, as if she wanted me to invite her to stay the night. She nods simply, and I turn away from her, entering the trailer and closing the door behind me.
I look over at Lynda who seems disappointed in me, as if she wanted me to pick Clara over Mags. I swallow hard and wordlessly head back into the room to take care of Mags ensuring that the door is locked this time.
Clara
I stand in front of the trailer, feeling lost and confused as to what has just happened. He was so distant and didn't want to see me. I don't know what I did to make him not want to see me tonight. Was it because I drank that stupid beer? Is that why he doesn't want to see me tonight?
I let out a sigh, feeling cold and confused, not wanting to spend another moment out here desperate for his attention.
I wanted to tell him about Roman entering my dreams. I wanted to tell him that I am worried about Roman. I wanted to stay with Peter so I could feel safe from Roman's powers, but now I will just have to tell Roman on my own.
I look across the forest to see the lights of Roman's house. I swallow hard and head over towards his house.
When I approach Roman's house, I see that his car is in the driveway. I approach the door and knock on it with the medieval bear's claw on the door for the knocker. I stand there for a moment, waiting for someone to answer the door.
I look behind me to look at landscape and the mass display of wealth the house exudes when the door opens. I turn to see a dark-haired woman wearing a long black robe, a silk pajama slit, and slippers.
"May I help you?" She asks in a posh tone.
"Um…" I am taken aback by her presence as her aura is strong with an overweighing evil. I swallow hard and she looks me up and down.
"You clearly must be here to see my son, Roman at this hour of the morning." She says, not entertained with my inability to speak to her.
She opens the door wider and invites me into the home. I step in to see the large welcoming area filled with marble figurines, intricate oil paintings, and large furs in the smoking room.
"Roman!" She calls out, staying next to me. "You have a guest."
I stand before her, unable to move at how much evil she holds. She is not the most powerful Succubus that I have seen, but she is very powerful from what I can gather, probably more so than Anabel.
Roman comes down the stairs wearing blue pajama pants with no shirt. His shoulders are loose until his eyes match mine. He tenses at the sight of me, clearing his throat and approaching me. "Clara, what are you doing here?" He asks me looking me up and down as if he thirsts for me.
"I needed to see you." I tell him and he looks at his mother expectantly.
"Oh Roman," She scoffs. "If you're going to sleep with the girl, can you at least do it quietly this time. I don't need to hear her howling from the kitchen." She says glaring at me. "Not at this hour."
"Don't worry, Mother." He lets out with a sigh. "She is a virgin. We'll probably just brush up on our bible verses." He says winking at me.
"A virgin?" His mother says, lighting up at the sight of me.
"Come on." Roman says simply, grabbing my hand. I look at her with a confused look as Roman takes my wrist and shows me to his room.
When I enter his room, I see clothes thrown all over the place, drugs on the nightstand, as well as condom wrappers on the floor. I feel myself growing increasingly uncomfortable at the sight before me. I back up and bump into Roman who smiles down at me.
"Why are you here?" he asks me with an intrigued look on his face.
"I just woke up." I tell him. "From the dream that you interrupted." I tell him darkly.
A wicked smile crosses his face, "I just made the dream better." He tells me.
"You have no right to enter my dreams, Roman!" I scold him like a child. "I am not joking around. That is a huge invasion of privacy." I tell him, not mentioning that entering his dreams was what made my father lose all sense of reality and kill my mother.
"Is that why you're here?" He asks me with a bored tone. "To yell at me about your privacy?"
"Yes," I tell him with pressed brows.
"And here I thought it was to reenact that dream." He says playfully.
"Fuck off," I say in a leveled tone.
"I'd really just love to fuck you instead." He says teasingly.
"You're a pig you know that?" I tell him. "You think you are so suave and mysterious, but you are just a fuck boy with mommy issues." His eyes grow darker and I continue, knowing that I am hurting him, and wanting to hurt him since Peter hurt me. "You want to know why I was dreaming about Peter instead of you?" I say knowing this will hurt him. "Because he is more of a man than you are!"
He approaches me quickly and grabs my arms violently. "You think you're brave saying that?" He asks me with dark eyes. "Where the fuck do you think Peter was while you were getting drugged?" He says to me with harsh eyes. "He was upstairs with Mags." He tells me. "What do you think he was doing up there? Admiring the family photos in the hallway?" He scoffs. "He was fucking her, probably because he knows your stuck-up ass isn't going to put out."
I feel my blood boil and without thinking, I pull away from his grip and slap him as hard as I can across the face. "You're a real piece of shit, Roman." I tell him with teary eyes. "And where were you? Probably fucking that girl who's house we were at. It's because of you that girl is dead!" I yell at him.
"You want to know what I was doing?" He asks me as he towers over me, closing the gap of protection between us. "That girl was begging me to fuck her, because she was a virgin. She was so scared that she was going to die." He says with a clenched jaw. "And I refused, because I didn't think it was fair to her. I wanted to be the good guy. I wanted to show you that I was capable of being good. I wanted to be the guy that you thought I was, so I used my powers on her and I told her to leave that room and enjoy being a virgin. I told her to go outside and get some fresh air. I was the reason she walked outside after you screamed. I wanted so badly to be this good guy you think I am, and you know what good got me? She is dead, Clara!" He yells at me. "Because I decided to be a good guy for you! She is dead and it is not because of me, it's because of you." He yells at me with tense eyes.
I look up at him with shocked eyes, not realizing that she was the girl who was killed. He is fuming, his hands are clenched in tight fists and his chest is lifting with every heavy breath he takes. "It could have been you tonight." He tells me with cold eyes. "it could have easily been you."
"We will find him Roman. You don't have to protect me." I tell him, not knowing what to say to him, but something about that sentence snaps and makes the gears turn in his head.
"If I had sex with Bree, she wouldn't have been targeted. She would still be alive." He tells me sternly. "The next time will be you." He tells me coldly, encroaching on me.
"You didn't know you were putting her in danger, Roman. You wouldn't have had the party at her house had you known." I try to rationalize with him.
"Had I known she was going to be killed, I would have fucked her. She would be here today if I fucked her." He says lowly, looking me up and down. "I am not making that mistake again." He comes closer to me and I can now smell the whiskey and cigarette smoke on his breath. "He is going to come after you next, Clara." He says in a dark tone and I back away from him. "I have to protect you." He says hungrily as he grabs me, and forces me down on the bed.
"Roman, what are you doing?" I call out, but he continues to pin me down. "Roman, get off of me!" I yell at him. His hands grab my arms, holding them down tightly. "You're hurting me!" I call out as his grip tightens on me. My heart races as I realize what he is trying to do to me. There is a darkness in his eyes and he is not rationally thinking this through.
"I am not a good guy, Clara." He tells me lowly. "I am a bad guy. And I am going to be the bad guy." He tells me with a hunger as he kisses my neck frantically. "This is the only way. He is going to kill you if we don't do this. It's going to be my fault if he kills you." He says moving his hands to pull the drawstring of his pants, rationalizing his actions as protecting me.
I use this opportunity to push him, but he is heavier than expected and he gains his power over me. "Roman, stop!" I frantically call out to him. "We can figure something else out, but I don't want to do this." I beg him, feeling hot tears fall down my face. "Please!" I begin to sob, "I don't want this."
"I won't let you die." He tells me with hysterical eyes. "I won't let him kill you. I need to protect you." He moves to his pants, and I loosen my hand out of his grip. I push him off of me, clawing at his chest, leaving marks on his chest.
I try to run away from him, but he grabs me and throws me back on the bed with force. My head hits the headboard and I feel myself getting dazed. I look over at him and he has removed his pants, leaving himself in nothing but his boxers. "I have to protect you." He repeats in a trance, truly believing that this is going to protect me.
He moves on top of my body, using his weight to hold me down so I can't escape. His erection pushes against his boxers and I find myself getting sick at how he could be aroused in this moment. I try to reason with him, but he will not hear me. His eyes are dark and something comes over him that I cannot reason with. He places his hands back on me, ripping my shirt off of me, the sound of the fabric crying out in the room.
Tears begin falling down my face as his hands move to my pants. "Roman stop." I beg him, but he continues to pull my pants down. "Roman!" I call out, but he doesn't listen to me; none of my cries seem to be processing with him. He pulls my pants off of me, and now all that is left between him and my innocence is the thin fabric of my panties; the same fabric I cursed when I was with Peter.
He looks down at me with a thirst that terrifies me. He licks his lips, placing his large hand on my mound. My heart races as his fingers curl under the fabric of my underwear. I close my eyes taking a deep breath as I feel my aura rising inside me. "Stop!" I yell with as much hatred as I can manage, and as I do, I release my aura, flinging him across the room.
I get off of the bed as quickly as I can, grabbing my pants, and placing them back on. I grab my shirt as Roman gets up. "Stay away from me!" I shriek as tears strewn down my face.
"Clara," He looks at me with wide shocked eyes. "I am so sorry." He says with dismay in his voice, as if the sense has been knocked back into him. "I am not sure what came over me." He says, the dazed and dark look from his eyes finally gone. "Fuck, Clara," He says with a whimper in his voice, seeing how scared I am of him. "Clara, I seriously don't know what came over me.
"Get away from me!" I shriek as he tries to approach me. "I want to go home." I tell him sternly.
"Clara, I was just trying to protect you." He says approaching me slowly. "Please forgive me." He begs me.
"Let me leave, Roman." I tell him sternly.
He approaches me quickly and grabs me by the arms. I thrash in his arms, yelling at him to let me go but he doesn't. He commands me to look at him and I try to look away.
"No!" I yell out, knowing what he is trying to do. "You can't make me forget!" I yell at him, knowing that he is trying to use his powers against me. I thrash in his arms and he loses his grip on me and I fall to the ground. "I won't forget this!" I call out, looking at him with hatful eyes. "You can try all you want, but I will never forgive you!" I yell him. "You are a bad guy, Roman!" I cry as tears fall down my cheeks. "You are a bad guy and I will never forget that!"
He looks at me with stunned eyes at the hatred in my voice. His eyes grow darker as he uses his powers on me. I don't look away from him, I can't no matter how much I want to. All I can do is look into his eyes. "Why did you run to me when you were drugged?" he asks me, taking my mind.
"Because you were the first person I saw." I let out uncontrollably.
Roman clenches his jaw at the answer. "Did you wish it was Peter who carried you home?"
"Yes." I let out.
"Are you fucking him?" He asks me with teary eyes. "Are you fucking Peter?"
"No." I answer him.
"Do you want to?" He asks carefully, not sure if he wants to know the answer.
"Yes." I let out.
"Do… do you want to fuck me?" He asks me cautiously.
"No." I say simply and Roman's face contorts in anger.
Roman kneels down to my level, taking my arms into his hands. "Has he kissed you?"
"Yes."
"Has he done more than that to you?" He asks with clenched teeth.
"Yes."
Roman clenches his grip on my harder. "What has he done to you?"
"He has gone down on me." I answer him.
"Why?" He yells shaking me. "Why him?" He lets out desperately. "Why do they always fucking pick him?" I don't answer him and he looks at me intently. "Why did you pick him over me?" He demands of me.
"Because I am afraid of you." I answer him.
He staggers away from me. Letting me go for my mind to clear. His hands shake and he looks back at me. He swallows hard and looks at me intently again, blood falling on his plump lips. "Kiss me." He demands. "I want you to kiss me." He places his lips on mine and I pucker my lips. The kiss is hard and unnatural and he pulls away angrily. "Kiss me like you fucking kiss him!" He yells at me.
He grabs onto the back of my head and forces his lips onto mine. I turn my head to the side and he kisses me frantically—without passion—with the taste of warm rust as the blood from his nose makes its way into his lust filled kiss. He forces his tongue in my mouth and kisses me harder.
He pulls away from me with teary eyes as I wait for his next command. He lets out a sob and says, "Forget I touched you." He demands of me. "You were never here. This never happened." He tells me sadly. "The next time you see me, you will smile at me, and you will be happy to see me. Happier than you are to see Peter." He says with tears filling his eyes. He looks down at my arms, brushing the bruises he created softly with his thumb. "You fell if anyone asks. You're clumsy that way." He swallows hard and let's go of me. "Now go home."
Roman
I sit at my desk at Godfrey Industries trying to massage my head of all the thoughts pressing against my skull. What have I done? I feel my head splitting open with regret. The image of her stains my thoughts. Her pure fear of me. What have I done? She is going to remember. She is going to figure it out somehow. She is going to know I hurt her and I don't know what is going to happen to me. What have I done?
One of the secretaries enters the office and hands me a mug full of steaming liquid. "I didn't ask for this?" I tell her, looking at her with pressed brows.
"Try it," She tells me, "It's a hangover cure I concocted when I was a freshman in college."
"I am not hungover." I tell her coldly, looking back down at my paperwork.
"Respectively, Mister Godfrey… you don't look well." She tells me honestly. "Whether it's from drinking too much, lack of sleep, or the flu; this drink will make you feel better." She reassures me.
I sigh heavily and I take a sip of the drink, wincing immediately at the horrid bitter taste. "This tastes like shit." I grown looking down at it with disgust.
"I didn't say it tasted good." She says with a warm smile. "Finish it up, and I will bring you more if you need it."
"Thank you," I tell her, looking her up and down. I read her badge and realize that I have never fucked this one.
"Of course." She says smiling at me and heading out of the office.
"Vanessa!" I call out to her before she can open the door. She looks back at me with a smile. "Do you think I am a bad guy?" I ask her trying not to sound desperate. "I want you to answer honestly."
She turns to me with a blank expression. "I think that you have to be in your line of work." She answers. "People would see your name and use you if you weren't."
"What about to girls?"
"Well girls are going to try to get you for your money for sure." She lets out with a scoff.
"But what if I am a bad guy to them?" I ask her with pressed brows.
She sighs, probably trying to figure what I am trying to get with this question. "Girls like the bad guys, Mister Godfrey. If they say they don't, they are lying." I look away from her with a heavy sigh, not liking that answer. "But that doesn't mean you can't be a good guy at the same time." She continues and I look at her for an explanation. "You can be a bad guy—it makes girls find you interesting. But if there is no good in you, then you're just that. You're one dimensional and boring if you're always bad."
"What do you think about me?" I ask her. "Do you think there is any good in me?"
She looks uncomfortable at the question but answers, "When I first came here for an interview, I noticed that it was nothing but gorgeous women working for you. When I got the job, you walked out of the office with cum stained on your pants, and one of those gorgeous girls walking out adjusting her skirt. To be honest, I almost quit right there." She says candidly with an awkward laugh. "But then you looked at me." She says. "You made eye contact with me and it was then that I realized that you are trying to keep up with this persona that you're a heartless player, but there's more to it." She says honestly. "Everyday, those girls outside paint their nails and eagerly wait for you to call them in to sleep with them."
"And what do you do?" I ask her.
"I work." She lets out simply. "I come here, I respond to your emails, and fax documents, and manage your calendar. And when I am not working, I wait until I can learn about the real you." She tells me. "It must be exhausting being that guy."
I swallow hard, "What if that's all there is?" I ask her. "What if I am that bad guy, and when I try to be anything else, people get hurt."
"People get hurt every day, Mister Godfrey. And it's not your fault. The best you can do is be true to yourself."
I smile at that answer, "Thank you, Vanessa… for being honest with me."
"Anytime, Mister Godfrey. I would love any chance to meet the real you." She says with a smile.
"It's Roman." I tell her as she walks out of the office. "We can start there."
"Of course, Roman." She smiles back at me.
I wait a moment for her to get back to her desk, seeing the blurred silhouette of her body walking to her desk through the privacy windows of my office. I watch as she sits at her desk when I grab for the phone. "Thank you for calling Godfrey Industries, Mister Godfrey's office, this is Vanessa, how can I help you?" She asks in her overly enthusiastic customer service voice.
"Vanessa," I tell her over the phone. "What does my schedule look like this Friday around 6pm?"
"Hello Roman," she lets out with a small laugh. "I don't see anything for you after 5pm."
"Good, can you schedule a dinner for me and send out an email to my plus one?"
"Of course, what is the name of your plus one?"
"Vanessa Bradley." I tell her with a smile, looking over wishing the windows weren't privacy windows.
She lets out a humored scoff. "I will see if her calendar is free." She says and I can hear the smile on her lips. I couldn't be the good guy to Clara, but maybe I can be the good guy for Vanessa.
