Part 12
Ardon slammed the phone down in annoyance. Nothing was going right for him He couldn't get hold of anyone who had seen Ocean recently.
After seeing her at the gym, he hadn't heard from Verlaine yet. It had only been a few hours. Then again, all it took for Verlaine's poison to get working was a few hours.
He collapsed in a chair in his room, throwing a rubber ball at a mini basketball net on the wall and missing. He was too annoyed to get up and try again. He tapped his feet on the black carpet angrily. Ardon was supposed to be meeting Astara and her dopey friends at the local club Black Hole in about ten minutes.
He had done nothing to get to Ocean. He should have killed the bitch when he had the chance. Instead he had found it amusing to leave her deflated and broken hearted. Astara was having a hard enough time dealing with the fact Cayla was his stupid soulmate. She didn't need to be hurt by Ocean as well.
Ardon got bored of sitting around his messy room not doing much but complaining, if only to himself. He'd go to the club and have fun with his girlfriend.
He stopped on his driveway beside his car, looking around, a shiver running down his spine. The neighbourhood was quiet, the houses on the road still and silent, lights glowing in many windows. A cat ran across the road, eyes glowing in the yellow glow of a bulb from a street lamp. So why was his skin on edge?
"Enjoy her while you can."
Ardon's teeth gritted in fury as he heard Cayla's voice. "What'd you mean?" He forced himself to turn and face her.
Cayla stood in the car, a strange malicious grin plastered across her face. "If you're smart, you'll figure it out."
She started to walk away, almost sauntering. Ardon stared after her. Then figured it out. "No. Touch her and I'll *kill* you," he hissed, furious. He reached out to grab her arm, which was a mistake.
The minute his hands touched hers, lightning exploded in his mind, his vision became tinged with pink sparks. The next thing he knew he had pulled her into his arms and was pressing his lips on hers. Heat filled him, heat and passion. It was all he could do to keep from ripping her clothes off right then and there.
And she was responding to his touch. Cayla was pressing herself against him, her tongue hungrily exploring his mouth. "Inside," she whispered breathlessly.
They were back inside Ardon's house in a blur of speed. Clothes were flying off before they'd even hit the couch. Ardon was immensely glad his stupid parents were out of town. Cayla lay underneath him, reaching up, moaning, pushing herself up to meet his thrusts. They reached climax at more or less the same time.
Afterwards they lay together, sweaty and clinging to each other. It wasn't until she had gone an hour later Ardon realised what an idiot he had been. Astara was going to kill him.
* * *
Cayla should have been happier. She had slept with her soulmate. He did want her after all. Two days later she hadn't heard a thing from him. He hadn't called all weekend.
She stood up, putting the toilet seat down, wiping traces of vomit from her mouth as she flushed it. She reached for a glass of water on the window sill.
"You okay?" Ocean appeared in the bathroom doorway. "Looked yet?"
Cayla shook her head. "Can't. You do it."
Ocean picked up something from the sink, checking her watch, then a packet. "Oh," she said.
"Oh?"
"It's blue."
Cayla groaned. "So I'm pregnant then."
* * *
Ardon slammed the phone down in annoyance. Nothing was going right for him He couldn't get hold of anyone who had seen Ocean recently.
After seeing her at the gym, he hadn't heard from Verlaine yet. It had only been a few hours. Then again, all it took for Verlaine's poison to get working was a few hours.
He collapsed in a chair in his room, throwing a rubber ball at a mini basketball net on the wall and missing. He was too annoyed to get up and try again. He tapped his feet on the black carpet angrily. Ardon was supposed to be meeting Astara and her dopey friends at the local club Black Hole in about ten minutes.
He had done nothing to get to Ocean. He should have killed the bitch when he had the chance. Instead he had found it amusing to leave her deflated and broken hearted. Astara was having a hard enough time dealing with the fact Cayla was his stupid soulmate. She didn't need to be hurt by Ocean as well.
Ardon got bored of sitting around his messy room not doing much but complaining, if only to himself. He'd go to the club and have fun with his girlfriend.
He stopped on his driveway beside his car, looking around, a shiver running down his spine. The neighbourhood was quiet, the houses on the road still and silent, lights glowing in many windows. A cat ran across the road, eyes glowing in the yellow glow of a bulb from a street lamp. So why was his skin on edge?
"Enjoy her while you can."
Ardon's teeth gritted in fury as he heard Cayla's voice. "What'd you mean?" He forced himself to turn and face her.
Cayla stood in the car, a strange malicious grin plastered across her face. "If you're smart, you'll figure it out."
She started to walk away, almost sauntering. Ardon stared after her. Then figured it out. "No. Touch her and I'll *kill* you," he hissed, furious. He reached out to grab her arm, which was a mistake.
The minute his hands touched hers, lightning exploded in his mind, his vision became tinged with pink sparks. The next thing he knew he had pulled her into his arms and was pressing his lips on hers. Heat filled him, heat and passion. It was all he could do to keep from ripping her clothes off right then and there.
And she was responding to his touch. Cayla was pressing herself against him, her tongue hungrily exploring his mouth. "Inside," she whispered breathlessly.
They were back inside Ardon's house in a blur of speed. Clothes were flying off before they'd even hit the couch. Ardon was immensely glad his stupid parents were out of town. Cayla lay underneath him, reaching up, moaning, pushing herself up to meet his thrusts. They reached climax at more or less the same time.
Afterwards they lay together, sweaty and clinging to each other. It wasn't until she had gone an hour later Ardon realised what an idiot he had been. Astara was going to kill him.
* * *
Cayla should have been happier. She had slept with her soulmate. He did want her after all. Two days later she hadn't heard a thing from him. He hadn't called all weekend.
She stood up, putting the toilet seat down, wiping traces of vomit from her mouth as she flushed it. She reached for a glass of water on the window sill.
"You okay?" Ocean appeared in the bathroom doorway. "Looked yet?"
Cayla shook her head. "Can't. You do it."
Ocean picked up something from the sink, checking her watch, then a packet. "Oh," she said.
"Oh?"
"It's blue."
Cayla groaned. "So I'm pregnant then."
* * *