Chapter 24
"Carolyn let me explain! It is not what you think. It really isn't. Sit down and let me talk to you, he said coming toward her with glass crunching under his shoes.
"Explain what? That you are a fucking stalker? That you have cameras set up in my apartment taping me? That you are obviously a freak from head to toe? Did you plan to fuck me here at your house and tape that too? You sick bastard, you don't get to explain shit to me. Save your "explanation" for the judge!"
He kept walking toward her crunching glass as he advanced. "Listen to me I can explain what is going on. Carolyn…"
"Don't you call me Carolyn you lying son of a bitch. You know my name! You don't perform this type of surveillance on someone and not know their name. My name is Olivia Pope and you fucking know it. I said don't come near me you sick bastard."
She was standing now and she was furious. How dare this motherfucker tape her in her home, in her bed? She had a sex tape of her. Of course you couldn't see everything that was going on under that comforter but the implication was explicit and graphic. A replica of a penis was inside her vagina and she had masturbated herself to orgasm. She didn't feel shame not one bit of it. She was in her own home where she expected not a certain degree of privacy, she expected total privacy!
She had what she thought was a superior alarm system in her home but apparently it was a piece of shit! What she felt was pure unadulterated rage at this perverted man. He had gone into her home and set up video and was taping her. How long had he been doing it? How long had he been watching her walk around her apartment naked?
He was obviously a freakazoid. She should have listened to her gut from the very beginning. She had sensed evil emanating from him in the bakery that first morning but she had let her guard down. Simply because he hadn't tried to jump in her pants at first glance she deemed him different from the others when in actuality he was a stalker and a pervert. Why in the hell had she ever gone out searching for some random guy to lie down with? That wasn't her, that wasn't Olivia Pope and she knew it.
Oh my god, Jake was saying to himself, he was in hot shit! This could shut him down. He could lose his businesses, he could lose everything. Hell he could go to jail. Olivia Pope could send him to jail. He had just wanted to have sex with her. Everything had gotten out of control. He had lost it that first night he watched her insert that fake dick inside her. He wanted to help her that's all. A beautiful woman like her had no business having to fuck herself. He had to make her see she was going ballistic for no reason. Hell he was sure he was in love with her, couldn't she see that? He needed to explain to her with a balance of truth and lies. What he said in the next few minutes had better be good and he had better start right now!
"Olivia please listen to me. Give me a couple of minutes to explain to you what you are seeing. I am begging you to hear me out!"
She turned back to the tape. She hadn't touched either remote since she had first turned the TV on, yet the scene where she was under the sheets was playing again. Then she saw herself naked walk into her bedroom and lie on the bed. Olivia had known what she would see next. She would lie down on the bed and insert her B.O.B. inside her and remove it. From there the tape had gone back to the first scene she had watched. Now she got it! This freak that she had allowed to touch her, to kiss her, to fondle her, and place his finger inside her had cut and spliced himself a pornographic set of her! He had sat here on that couch and watched her!
"I am not a stalker Olivia believe me I'm not. Please hear me out. I just started taking innocent pictures of you, random pictures of you in the mornings when you came for your doughnuts. You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. You took my breath away. I didn't stalk you Olivia, I swear I didn't. I ran into you at that club purely by accident. I go to that club all the time. Remember the first night I saw you there you turned me down flat. The next time I saw you there you responded to me. We had a nice night together, remember? I gave you my number and you called me remember? This is how we got here. We hit it off Olivia we were tuned in to each other. You came home with me tonight because you wanted to make love with me. You wanted me the same way I wanted you."
"What is this shit you are talking Jake? Save it for the judge. Who do you think you are talking to, somebody that was born yesterday in a damned cabbage patch? You have been taping me in my home without my permission. And this right here what I keep seeing over and over again is some sick pornographic shit you have spliced together for what Jake, so you can sit on your couch and jack off like an adolescent boy?" She could see from the expression on his face she was right!
He came up to her then and tried to embrace her. Olivia pulled back from him and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. "Don't you touch me you sick bastard!" She turned around and picked up her purse. She had to get out of here. This guy was a goddamned psycho.
She had hit him so hard he stumbled back and lost his balance. He stumbled but he didn't fall. He couldn't just let her walk out of here. She needed to let him explain. "Olivia listen to me! I was doing a job. I am a private investigator also. I have another business, JB Investigations. Someone hired me to take pictures of you. They believed you were involved in some type of criminal activity. At first I was just following you and taking pictures. Then as part of my investigation I did bug and tape you at your apartment. It is what I do Olivia.
"I started processing the footage of you daily. You were so beautiful. I was so mesmerized by you I couldn't stop watching you Olivia. I watched you night after night and I fell in love with you. It was all innocent enough and then you pulled out that dildo and I watched it and I became obsessed with it. What you did to yourself, it drove me crazy Olivia. I began watching it over and over. I did splice that piece together Olivia because I wanted you and I thought I would never have you and then you called me…"
"You are one crazy son of a bitch if you think you can turn this into some type of love story. Move out of my way. I am leaving."
He grabbed her as she was walking away. It was then that Olivia went full batshitcrazy on him. She turned out of his embrace by head butting him in the face and then she tried to kick him straight in the balls. The head butt hit the perfect spot on his face his nose. However she didn't land the clear and decisive kick that would have brought the fiend to his knees. Olivia had a black belt in Taekwondo but she was wearing six-inch heels and a little black dress that was basically molded to the middle of her body. She only glanced him so he kept coming toward her. She tried to get out another side kick when he reached out and grabbed her leg. It threw her off balance. She slipped on the spilled wine and glass and she fell and struck her head. The pain in her head momentarily blinded her and then everything faded to black.
Jake watched her fall after he had grabbed her leg. She had struck her head on edge of a glass end table. He ran to her and bent down over her. She wasn't saying anything. He checked for a pulse, she had one. She was also breathing. Apparently she had been knocked unconscious from the blow to the head. "Olivia! Olivia! Can you hear me?" She wasn't responding.
This was unbelievable. How had this happened? He began feeling the back of her head to see if he felt anything. He did. Right in the center of the back of her head a huge knot had formed there. When he removed his hand there was blood on it. Shit! He needed to call 911, she was hurt. No he couldn't call 911 yet. He had to think. He hadn't meant to harm her. He just wanted to get her to see that he just got carried away. Once he had made love to her he wouldn't have needed that tape. He would have destroyed it. He wasn't a fucking pervert!
He stood up and was still contemplating what to do. He had to wake her up and get her to see what he was saying. He needed ice to put on her head and some water to put on her face. He turned off the damned video that was still playing on the periphery of his vision. He left her there on the floor of his great room and went into the kitchen for what he needed.
Olivia's eyes slowly opened and she looked around her. What had happened? Oh my god, her head hurt so much. She automatically reached for the back of her head. She had a huge hematoma in the back of her head. As she removed her hand she saw that it was bloody. She sat up. That move intensified the pain in her head but she did it anyway. She attempted to gather her bearings and remember what had happened to her. Where was she? She closed her eyes and was trying to piece together what had happened. Fragments and pieces of tonight began flashing in her head as she again asked herself what had happened. She pulled herself up from the floor and stood upright looking around the room.
Jake entered the room just as she stood up. He had an ice pack in one hand and a cooled down white cloth in the other. "Thank God you are awake! You fell and hit your head. I was about to put some ice on the back of your head and a cold compress on your face to see if I could awaken you."
She looked at him and she was saying nothing. She had a blank stare on her face. She still seemed to be out of it. "Talk to me. Are you all right?"
"What happened Jake? What is going on?"
"Don't you remember?"
"No I don't remember. That is why I am asking you?"
She didn't remember. She didn't remember what had happened. She doesn't remember the tape and the fact that he grabbed her leg and caused the fall. If she had remembered about the tape she would be all over him. She had been furious with him. This was his blessing. He was being given a second chance.
"Carolyn I had gone down to the wine cellar to get your special bottle of wine. I slipped and fell as I stepped back into the room. You got up from the couch and tried to help me and slipped and fell yourself. You struck your head on that end table over there and knocked yourself out. I was just going to put this ice on the back of your head, this cold compress on your face, and then call 911. You must have gotten a concussion Carolyn even though you are awake now. You were unresponsive for a few minutes. Also you seem to have some memory loss.
"I really don't feel well Jake I want to go home. After all of this falling down between the two of us, I think we should just call it a night. I can't remember exactly at what stage we are at our date but I want to go home. Would you call me a cab?"
"Carolyn let me take a look at your head. You took a nasty fall and you were bleeding. Let me take a look at your injury and then I will take you home. I brought you here. You remember that don't you? We were continuing our night. We went to a movie and left there and went to the club. We danced the night away and you decided to come home with me. We were ending a very special night together Carolyn. We had a wonderful evening. We were about to top off a night of wonderful lovemaking with some drinks. I can't let you go home in a cab. Plus you are injured and should probably go to a hospital for an evaluation. A concussion can be serious"
"I know that Jake. I plan to go home and call my private physician tonight and see what he recommends. I am conscious and alert now. I am all right and I want to go home."
He came up to her and pulled her in his arms. He kissed the top of her head as he held her tightly. "I am glad you are okay. I was so worried. Turn around and let me see how badly you are hurt. You may need some stitches."
She turned around and he moved his hands around on her head and found the large bump on her scalp. He didn't see an actual cut not even a small one. Her hair was awfully thick though and something had put blood on his hands. If there was a laceration there it wasn't visible to the naked eye.
"I don't really see a anything. There may be a small skin tear I can't see because your hair is so thick. You are going to call your doctor when you get home right? You need to be seen by a doctor. Promise me you will? I know we are early into our relationship but I have come to care so much for you. I don't want you hurt. In this short time you have come to mean so much to me. I could so easily fall deeply in love with you. We were going all in you and I, we were all over each other tonight. We were headed in the right direction."
Olivia pulled out of his embrace and said, "I want to go home Jake I told you I don't feel well. I will call my doctor and I will call you tomorrow. Will you call me a cab or should I do it? I just want to get home. I feel queasy. On top of falling I probably had too much to drink tonight as well. I don't want to throw up on your Persian rug."
"Okay please sit down and put the ice on your head. I will call you a cab."
"No. I feel better standing upright. Thanks for the thought about the ice, but I am okay."
"He walked over to corner console and switched on something. "Alexa have a cab dispatched to the residence immediately. Thank-you Alexa goodnight, turn yourself off. A cab should be here in a few minutes. I am sorry our night has ended this way. You are sure you are okay?"
"I'm okay. Would you get my jacket please?"
Jake got her jacket off of the couch and asked her if she wanted to put it on. She did. She stood there holding her arms around herself. She looked so vulnerable. He helped her into her jacket and he went to hold her again. She backed away from him.
"Jake you said we were headed some place in this relationship tonight, I am not exactly sure what you mean by that but I don't want to be held right now. If we made love tonight I don't remember it. I really don't. I don't want to be held right now by you or anyone. I'm sorry."
"I'm the one that is sorry Carolyn. I keep forgetting you don't recall what happened tonight between us. It was wonderful Carolyn. We were great together. Go home and get some rest. Call me tomorrow. Promise me you will call tomorrow." He heard the beep of a horn, the cab was here. "Let me walk you out, your cab is here."
They walked out to the cab he had tried to hold her hand again. This time she held on to her purse with one hand and the front of her jacket with the other one. He opened the door of the cab. The incident had thrown Olivia back into a mood where she no longer wanted to be bothered. He had seen it a couple of nights before where just shut down and pushed everyone out. He knew she wasn't going to let him kiss her so he stepped back and said good night.
"Good night Jake I will call you tomorrow."
The taxi driver turned around and looked at her and said where to Miss?"
"Just drive, head back to the city for now."
Olivia let out a sigh of relief. She had gotten away from that sick bastard. If he hadn't fallen for her loss of memory ruse her next move might have been to shoot him in the head. She had a weapon in her purse and her aim was deadly. That slimy piece of shit deserved to be shot. She pulled out her phone. She asked the cabbie for the address of the residence they had just left. She put it in her phone. She called Huck and told him to meet her at the office. She couldn't go to the police without evidence. She needed that video and the evidence that her place had been bugged to put this man in jail where he belonged. He was a liar and he was a fucking predator!
Olivia's head was starting to hurt in the area where the hematoma was. She rubbed back there and there seemed to be no bleeding. She gave the driver her office address and she laid her head back and began thinking in her mind how she would take Jake Ballesston down. Thirty minutes later Olivia had arrived at the office. She was asleep. The taxi driver had to actually get out of the cab to awaken her. He asked if she were alright, she said yes. She paid him the fare and had given him a generous tip.
In the meantime Jake was standing at his bathroom mirror looking at his face. Had she broken his nose? It wasn't deformed but there was a little swelling and it hurt like hell. And he could see the print of five on his face. Olivia had head butted him and she had slapped the shit out of him. He would give her this one round of anger and retaliation. He did a bad thing and he deserved her righteous anger. Ordinarily he wouldn't put up with a woman out of her place. But Olivia was different!
He had been continually berating himself for being such a fool. He had left that tape in the recorder and Olivia had unwittingly turned it on. How could he be so dumb? Then he had tried to talk to her and he had caused her to be injured. Not on purpose of course, but she had been hurt because of him. She had been knocked unconscious and now her memory was gone.
But for how long would the memory loss last. Would it be a day, a week, a month, a year? He had no way of knowing how long his secret would be safe. For now Olivia said she couldn't remember what had happened at his house. She was certainly confused, he believed that. No one could turn off the anger she was displaying before she fell that completely. He was just going to lay low for several days and see what was going to happen. If she was being truthful she would call him again. She wanted him. She had eagerly accepted his hands on her, and even inside of her. He knew when a woman wanted him and Olivia Pope wanted what was in his pants.
He took the video out of the recorder and put it in his safe. He didn't need it, he had the real thing. He wasn't that guy Olivia described he didn't jack off to porno. What he had done was a one time event. Women loved him. He could get any woman he wanted and bring her here to his half a million dollar house and screw her. He had just wanted her, Olivia Pope. She had him hot and bothered right now he needed to relieve all this stress. He needed to fuck someone, a real live girl! He called Wendy and said he had just gotten home from work; he'd had a late night and he was stressed out. She told him to come on over, obviously the woman wanted to fuck too. Jake went on over to Wendy's.
Olivia rode the elevator up to her floor and got out. She unlocked the office door and walked in. She was still queasy. She also felt like she would vomit any second. Olivia knew she was in trouble. She walked toward the closest chair she could see just before everything became fuzzy and swirling in her head. For the second time this morning Olivia Pope passed out in a heap on the floor.
Huck thought he heard Olivia come in. He started out to greet her and find out what she wanted done at this hour. It must have been something important because the office didn't open for almost another five hours. As he was walking along he heard the thud, that was a body hitting the floor. Huck knew his sounds. He took off running as fast as he could with his gun out.
He knew it was Olivia lying on the floor even before he reached her. He ran up to her, she was breathing. He checked for a pulse. She had one. He shook her gently and called her name. When she didn't answer he did what most normal humans would do. He took out his phone and dialed 911 and said he had an emergency!