11.

Duke's head was throbbing. He didn't think he drank that much alcohol last night. He smirked when he thought of the night prior. Her master bedroom and bath, and kitchen were christened. He also got her in her walk-in closet. He stretched feeling out for her, wanting to feel her soft skin under his fingers, he only felt empty cold rough sheets. His eyes snapped open, something was wrong, he could tell by the sensations around him. He sat up a looked around him, he was home. He was fully dressed as well, shoes and all. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked for his phone. It rested neatly on his nightstand. He tapped the screen, hoping for some explanation. For one thing, it was three in the evening. What the fuck is going on? Where is Aira? His phone had missed calls from Denise and one from Dwight. He had none from Aira. His text messages proved the same, Denise and Dwight. Aira wasn't even showing up in his searches. He was starting to feel like he was in an episode of the twilight zone, and it was making him feel sick was starting to feel sick. He jumped out of his bed and grabbed his keys while almost tripping over his coffee table. The weather was hot, much like the day Aira made for their boating adventure.

That made his gut churn even harder, like someone knew what that day meant to him. To finally being able to open up with her, and how that day, he realized, he could fall in love with her. I have fallen in love with her. His head throbbed when he thought of her, and that made him angry. It was a sick joke to take something so precious away, or was it even real? His feet felt heavy hitting the pavement. He fiddled with his keys, having a hard time telling which one was his car key.

"Hey Duke!" a familiar voice said behind him. He dropped his keys. He turned to see Brock Hensley.

"No, no, no, no, no!" he shouted at him.

"What was that for?" Brock asked.

Duke picked up his keys and found his car key. "Because! It means that what I am doing is important enough for you to stop me."

"Who was that chick leaving your place this morning?" he asked.

"I don't have the time for this…wait, chick, what chick? Was it Aira?" Duke asked.

"Aira…Dawson?" he snorted, like the idea of her being there was ridiculous. "Did you know she is in that Stanford Manor now?"

"I know, I've seen it." Duke opened his door. "Bye." He went to get in and he tugged him down.

"How?" Brock seemed really confused.

"Cuz Aira is my girlfriend. Has it been that long since we saw you last or something?"

"Aira is a lesbian, dude."

"Get out of my face! I don't have time for this fucking shit BROCK!" Duke roared. He got into the jeep and slammed the door. Brock was to stunned to interject any further. The engine roared to life and he raced toward the Stanford Estate, or at least tried to, he was hitting every red light imaginable.

He was starting to wondering if Haven really had a lot of cops or not. A few red lights here and there possibly couldn't hurt anyone. He was thinking it but he was no racecar driver. He'd end up flipping the jeep or something else just as bad. He gripped the steering will only to stop his hands from shaking. He replayed the events from last night in his mind. Every detail. From her almost dying in his arms, to making love in her bathroom, then in her bed. He remembered watching her cook him a massive meal. She had told him she did it because she wanted to feed him because he deserved it after the sex they had. He had laughed, but it was her way of cuddling after, cooking for him. Then feeding him, and somehow it turned itself into another love session. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and saw that he had tears streaming down his cheeks. Duke, this is probably a weird story. We are gonna laugh when I get there. He knew that didn't even sound right. Something was definitely wrong.

He turned off on a private round and continued to drove until finally her home peeked into view. The closer he got the saw there was a red Toyota Celica was parked in the front of her home. Who the fuck is that? The panic rose like bile in his throat. The gate to her home was also open, like he was expected to come. He knew she wouldn't just leave a gate open, her OCD and PTSD wouldn't allow that. It's whoever owns the fucking red Celica. He was the fish swimming toward the bait. The bait being Aira. There was still a small part of him that was hoping, praying, and wishing that this was a stupid prank, and she was gonna be smiling and waiting for him. He parked dangerously close to Celica, blocking any proper entry into the car from the driver's side.

He stumbled out of his jeep, hitting the ground with a glorious thud. He righted himself and went toward the front door, the frosted glass revealing nothing on the inside. He pressed the doorbell and it rang with a beautiful bell choir. It made him feel welcome but his emotions were too dark to let him relax. He heard music be turned down and he heard her laughing with someone. Her figured began to approach and the sound of her sandals tapping on the ground. She paused for a moment and turned around to grab something from the mystery person. They had leaned in towards each other and he was sure Aira was kissing the unknown blob. Calm down DUKE! Aira opened the door wearing a shear peachy robe that wasn't even tied to pretend to cover something. She wore stringy bathing suit bottoms. She had droplets of water rolling off her body and her hair was dripping water between her bare breasts.

She cocked her head curiously when she recognized him. "Duke Crocker?" she smiled. "What brings you up here?" All he could do was gape at her. "Have you been crying? Are you hurt? Come in." Aira guided him in. "I'll get you a drink, beer, right? I can remember that right at least?" she laughed. Duke wanted to puke. Why was she acting like she hadn't seen him in a while? He had just laid her across that table not too long ago. The tears wouldn't stop at this point, it was like his eyes left a faucet on somewhere. Aira returned to him with a beer and gasped when she saw his face. "Jesus Christ, what happened, Duke?" She popped the top and handed him a beer. "Duca!" she hollered behind her. He nearly jumped out of his skin, it sounded so much like her nick name for him, Duque.

When a curvy auburn-haired woman appeared wearing a skimpy two piece, he knew she had to be the red Celica bitch. Her dark eyes bored into him as she smiled. "Hey, babe." She said, finally tearing her eyes from Duke to look at Aira. She was shorter than her by a good four inches and Aira was only average height. She reached her hand out to him. "I'm Chayla Duca." Duke returned the handshake, squeezing her hand harder than he should for a girl of her size.

"I'm Duke Crocker, but I feel like you know that already." Duke felt like murdering her.

"What?" Aira asked, confusion spreading across her face.

"Well, everyone in Haven knows the infamous Duke. Local bum."

"Can't be too much of a bum if he owns a restaurant Chay." Aira said, giving him the 'I'm sorry my girlfriend is bitchy', look. "She's not as judge-y as she seems."

"Hey!" Chayla whined. He watched Aira lean in to her and steal a quick kiss. He felt like the world was off kilter.

"I…I need to go." Duke ran towards the front of the house. When he made it out, he vomited in the rose bushes.

"Duke!" Aira yelled. "Are you alright? You smell like alcohol, I shouldn't have given you more." She chided herself.

Duke smelled his clothes. He hadn't realized he smelled like a brewery. "Do you even know who she is Aira?"

"I beg your pardon." She crossed her arms, her walls flying up. "My relationship with my girlfriend is none of your business."

"She's lying to you. It's me your supposed to be with." He cried.

"I'm going to give you three minutes to get off my property before I get my weapon." Aira sounded cold, mechanical. "And for the record, Duke, I gave you all the chances in the world, and I thought we could have been something but you weren't about that. You made that very clear." She turned and shut the door.

Before he could turn to leave, Chayla opened the door and appeared. "How you doing Duke? Aira said you were drunk, but to me you look, I don't know, heartbroken." She deadpanned.

"Who, the fuck, are you?" He spat.

"I'm Chayla Duca. Aira's girlfriend. Let's make this quick Duque, she's mine. She always has been, and always will be. I literally can't believe she ended up with someone who knows absolute dip shit about her! I followed her since I was eight! You meet her once and you couldn't stop fantasying about your cock in her mouth. We get it, her mouth looks amazing."

"But…."

"But what?" she started walking toward him, her small frame somehow dominating the space. "You love her? Too bad you realized too late!" Chayla practically snarled at him. "Tomorrow, meet me where you and Aira snuck off the trail at the Haven's Nature's Reserve."

Duke's cheeks went red. He remembered that day. He wanted to show her park trails. He convinced her to go off trail to see something with him and then he pressed her against a rock that was the perfect level for him to fool around with her. Next thing he knew he was yanking her shorts off and fucking her into the cave side wall. They had returned to hike later but stopped again to have another round, but that time it was up against the crossroads sign telling you that you weren't lost. That was the time Aira swore they got caught. "Fine." He didn't like any of this. She knew too much information. Personal information.

"You better come alone, and I will know. If you aren't there on time, you get no explanation." She turned to walk back to the house then paused at the door. "Oh, and Duke, what did you think of today's weather? Does it feel the same?" He glared at her, but it was the response she obviously wanted. "I got the weather, I got the music, I got the delicious food. Amazing cook, isn't she? I even got my fish to come to me." She stared into his eyes and he could almost feel her searching his mind. "So, all I have left is fucking her." She gave a smile under any other circumstances would have been adorable, but to him, right then, she looked like a manipulative sociopathic bitch. "I'm going to enjoy that. I've never been a bottom chick." She gave a wink before skipping back.

Duke didn't remember getting in the vehicle but he did. He also didn't remember scrapping the side of Chayla Duca's Red Toyota Celica. When he looked in the rearview mirror, he could see that the bumper was also ripped half off. It was a small thing, but he felt good with just that small victory. I need to find out who the fuck Chayla Duca is. He needed to find out everything, and he wanted to find it immediately.

Aira resisted the urge crack a beer open. She didn't understand why Duke Crocker of all the people would show up after so many months. He just wanted to fuck you Aira, that, and bring you back into a world of alcoholism. She removed her robe and stretched. She absentmindedly was getting a dab ready for her and Chayla when Chayla entered the room.

"Getting me a dab too?" she asked, smiling when she noticed what she was doing.

"Always." She laughed. "You ask that every time."

"Yeah, sorry. Didn't realize I was actually going to enjoy marijuana."

"If it's done right, anything is fun." Aira flirted. She found it cute she seemed so turned on so easily, like they hadn't known each other forever. She handed her the dab tool and Chayla took a good exhale and inhaled the dab smoke. Aira handed her a water bottle, waiting for the coughing fit. She swapped the bong for the water bottle and she went to hit up her own dab. Chayla coughed loudly while trying to open her bottle. Aira took a large dab and enjoyed the floating sensation. She looked Chayla over, loving the shape of her body. Her eyes landed on her face, full lips, hazel eyes, and thick dark auburn hair. Chayla was Indian and Italian, and she was like a short Jessica Rabbit. "So," Aira eyed Chayla like fresh fish at the market. "Did you have fun today?"

"Of course." Chayla grinned. "Never had fried macaroni balls." Chayla bit her lip, making Aira take the opportunity to get a little closer. There was a strange part of her that was telling her she was new to Chayla when that wasn't true. She could remember Chayla as far back as her fifth birthday, but somehow it didn't feel true.

Aira wrapped her arms around Chayla and she could feel the goosebumps spread over Chayla's body. "We been together four months now, I can wait more time if you need too…." Aira started.

"No, I think I'm done waiting. Feels like a lifetime really." Aira could feel Chayla's heart beating hard. She slowly moved her hand to between Chayla's legs, only grazing her sensitive areas. "I'd like to take a shower, to get ready." She bit her lip nervously, like Aira was going to tell her she changed her mind.

"Okay. I'll be waiting." Aira leaned into her and kissed her hard. She let her hands wander over Chayla's body and she could feel her puddle in her grasp. She nibbled on her ear. "Best get in the shower now before you lose the window."

Aira watched Chayla scurry away, her bottom swaying as she left. How did I get so lucky to get a chick with bangin' curves? Aira bit her lip; she couldn't wait to devour her. She filled her dishwasher and changed the music in the house to another playlist she created. The house was instantly filled with Panic at the Disco. She shimmied out of her bottoms and dumped them in them in the laundry basket before going upstairs. She was tempted to surprise Chayla in the shower but decided to actually let her get ready. She seemed very excited and for some reason and Aira couldn't figure out why it was bothering her.

Aira walked into her walk-in closet and rotated a wall dedicated to accessories. She loved the secret wall, it was something out of a James Bond movie. It revealed her stash of sex toys. She had them shipped up and plus ordered new ones. Her eyes scanned the wall and she went to reach for a strapless strap on then paused. With a mischievous smirk, she grabbed her favorite one instead. I hope she can handle nine inches. Aira began putting it on when she heard Chayla singing in the bedroom. She grabbed a bottle of lube before turning around. She began putting her hair up as she exited. Chayla stopped mid-brush of her hair to gawk at her. The brush hit the bed, silent, but noted. Aira smirked. "I'm ready whenever you are, gorgeous." Her towel fell around her feet, and whether or not it was a response, Aira took it as one. She made it to her quickly, engulfing her mouth. Chayla moaned into her as Aira guided her on to her massive modified King. She felt on Chayla's body, gliding her hands across her, making sure she felt everything.

She reached in between her legs, enjoying wet she was already. "I've only had one penis." Chayla said quickly.

"Me too." Aira said. Liar…. She didn't know why she thought that. It was an instant one, faster than she could even she could process. "But this is mine," she pressed her strap-on at her entrance. Chayla inhaled sharply. "Do you want me?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Chayla brought Aira back to her, fully letting Aira take control.

Aira slid into her further, slowly, making sure she watched Chayla's face as she did. It wasn't for Chayla sake, it was for her own pleasure. There was nothing hotter to her than watching how her partner reacted. Sadly, she couldn't get off on that alone, but luckily her strap-on had 4-inch dildo that pressed on her g-spot, and another one that went in her ass. She didn't understand how some women could use a strap-on that had no sexual stimulate for themselves.

She continued slow at first, tasting and nibbling on her breasts with each stroke. Her own hair fell to the side where Chayla grabbed her ponytail as she squealed into an orgasm. She didn't slow down, she only got on her knees, and ended up going faster. Chayla's mouth opened in an O as she realized Aira wasn't going to let her have a recovery time. Aira grabbed her legs firmly and brought her closer. From then she began gyrating her hips and Chayla began mumbling in Italian. Already speaking in a different language. She melted like butter. Aira closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation. "Voy a seguir follando hasta que haya terminado." (I'm going to keep fucking until I'm finished.) Aira moaned. She peered down at Chayla, and she was grabbing at the blankets. Aira slung her legs onto her shoulders then leaned forward, pressing her knees to her chest. Chayla shouted something inaudible. She had rolled into another orgasm and her body was spasming under her. She grabbed her hair, and Chayla seemed to lose it all over it again. "Me pregunto cuántas veces puedo hacer que te corras?" (I wonder how many times I can make you cum?) Aira purred into Chayla's ear.

Aira carried on for another hour when she realized she had the sudden realization that she might not actually orgasm despite everything feeling amazing. Something was bothering her from deep inside, like she was doing something really wrong. An image of Duke bent over her flashed through her mind. He looked sweaty, and his eyes were piercing as they stared deep into hers. "Pull my hair." Aira demanded from Chayla. Chayla did as she was told and pulled on her hair. Aira held the image in her head longer, feeling ashamed for thinking of someone else, and a man who showed no interest in her. "Harder!" she shouted this time, pulling Chayla's hair. Chayla obeyed as they both shouted their orgasm. "Fuck." She said loudly as she got off of Chayla. A searing pain hit her temples. More images of Duke filled her brain like a dam broke. She looked up and looked at Chayla and frowned. "YOU BITCH!" Aira roared as she went to lunge for Chayla but a sleep overtook her immediately and she ended up collapsing on top of her in a heap.

Chayla wiggled herself from under Aira. She rolled her over carefully. She gently pressed her hands to Aira's head. "No, baby, what did you do to break free?" She closed her eyes and began to search through Aira's memories. Duke Crocker's disgusting face leapt into her mind. She had seen too much of Duke and it made her want to puke. She came for him? She couldn't get off on me! "I'm your dream girl!" she shouted at Aira's sleeping face. She gently touched Aira's cheek, wanting to slap her for being so mean to her. "Doesn't matter, I fixed you, and you fucked me so good I can't stay mad at you, baby."

Chayla cleaned Aira up and made her more comfortable in the bed. With Aira's memory breaking like it did, she could feel her web unraveling. People who were connected to memories that were changed were automatically affected according. Her trouble was the best thing that ever happened to her but she hated the fact that she was so weak that she had to retighten the loose ends, and it seemed it might be a daily thing until the memories became permanent. When her power first showed she had asked her grandfather if he knew anything, and his journals proved to be a lot more helpful than she could have ever planned. She held out her arms, imaging the web in her mind. Little lights of active and sleeping minds popped into her head. She gritted her teeth as she reached further and further until she cradled Haven in her mind. Blood began to seep from her nose and eyes as she changed everyone's memories. When she was done, she groaned and walked weakly to the lavish bathroom she now got to inherit. She had called it Aira's Palace. Everything she had was luxurious and practically. Wants turned into Needs in her house. How could she ever go without her life ever again?