D.O.D.S.

DOMINANT OBSESSIVE DEVIANT SUBMISSION

Disclaimer:

Everything Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is based on a true story. The location has been changed to protect everyone involved.

A/N: Thank you to my beta, Mrs. SWS, you rock! Thank you all for following the story and those that have commented and those that have not have read the story. It really does mean a lot to me. This is my therapy. Apologies in advance for what will happen to some of our beloved characters.

CHAPTER 2

Wait! What?

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" I asked, trying to hold back the shriek that almost came out of me.

"I said I would give it to you if you gave me yours in exchange"

Shit, I did hear that right! Keep your head together, Swan.

"Um, as flattered as I am, I don't think that is really a fair exchange. I mean the number is not for me. I am trying to help someone. What am I going to get out of this?"

Laid, stupid...maybe.

"Well, you'll never know, now will you?"

I started to turn to walk away and caught Lauren staring. I watched as she mouthed, "Well?" Asmall shudder ran down my back with just the thought of her sneering voice bitching at me.

Give the pager number; it's kind of your number…

"Okay…sure. Let me just get something to write it on...", I started to say but he cut me off.

"No need, beautiful. Why not put it on the back of my card and I will give you an additional one for your 'friend'," he suggested, using air quotes. "Deal?"

"Yeah, sure. That will work."

I watched studiously as he went into his inside left breast pocket and pulled out a small silver case that had the initials EM engraved in cursive on the top. Mystery man pulled out two cards and I could not help reading what was on them.

Emmett , International Security
Interesting…

Pulling my pen out of my apron, I flipped the card over and wrote down the number for my pager. I was chuckling to myself under my breath when I heard him clear his throat.

"So, when am I going to hear from you?" he asked.

Two can play this game, buddy.

"I guess as soon as you call me. Thanks for the card...um, Mr. McCarty"

"Emmett, please"

"Okay, Emmett. Thank you for the telephone number. I'll just go and give this to her. You have a good night."

"You too"

I let out a nervous laugh as I turned and walked away. By this time, Lauren had her arms folded across her chest looking at me for confirmation. I put on my best 'screw you' smile and flashed the card. The canary smile came back to her face. She was way too excited for my liking.

"Your innocent thing does work. Nice! Need to have you as my gopher more often."

What-the-hell-ever!

"Sure glad to help. You have a good one!"

Remember to swallow.

As I was leaving the restaurant I could not help but look in the direction of his table. He looked up at that moment, giving me this mischievous smile. I could feel my ears burning, which meant my face was on fire. I returned a shy smile and continued walking out to my car.

Dude is just too much but, damn, I really wouldn't mind trying to climb all six foot five of him.

I was lost in my thoughts, heading to the employee parking lot across the street, not really conscious of my surroundings. I reflected on my day and all of its highlights. Mostly it consisted of mundane conversations with random customers; there was the uncomfortable conversation with Billy and his mention of Jacob; and how could I shake the image of the titillating Mr. Adonis...? The sound of a bottle rolling on the pavement woke me out of my reflective fog and stopped me in my tracks.

So we don't remember anything Charlie taught us about safety right now, huh?

Looking around really quickly and fumbling for my car keys, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary - yet I picked up my walking speed. When my car came into view, I saw that it looked like there was something stuck under the windshield wiper.

Crap! What now?

I got to my car and saw that it was a note of some kind. Upon realizing this, a mixture of anxiety and fear washed over me. I knew right away this wasn't going to be good. Not good at all. Trying not to shake, I pulled the note from the windshield and read the handwriting. Just as I suspected, my night had officially gone to shit.

Riley! What the fuck?

I looked around again before I started to read his 'little warning', as he called it. If I had known…had one clue or one cosmic indication that he was going to be such I creep, I would have never dated him, let him touch me, been polite or even just said hello.

I saw you talking to him tonight and flirting. So that is how you really are? I can correct that little issue of yours real quick. Baby, I still love you and just want to be with you. That is why I give these little warnings. I am trying so hard to help you, just so you know how much I want to take care of you. You know I can take better care of you than anyone else.

STOP BEING A BITCH AND LET ME LOVE YOU!

After the last sentence I glanced around fearfully, looking in the shadows to see if he was still watching. I didn't see anything this time, but I never did. It was time to put on my brave face, even though my heart was pounding in my ears, sounding like it would soon rip out of my chest.

"FUCK YOU, RILEY! I AM NOT SCARED OF YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

...

Yeah, I was scared. I jumped into my car as quickly as I could, trying to get out of there fast.

I would have never figured him as a was cool when we met. I even introduced him to my mom when she came to visit me. Yeah, so what if he was older than me? We are all pretty much the same age when the lights go off and you're naked, right?

Age was never something that bothered me, period. I didn't care that he was twelve years my senior at thirty-two. For me it was more of the mind frame; I was just interested in the person. The fact that he even had money, when it came up, was a big turn off. I may not have come from money, but it was in no way a motivating factor for me.

There came a time when I went out with him and some of his friends and the subject was literally thrown in my face. According to his 'people', I was with him because I wanted to get as much money or stuff out of the deal for as long as possible. They basically accused me of being a whore without throwing in the cost of new pussy. Don't forget the sidebar, telling him that he better always wear his 'rain coat', not just to prevent me giving him an STD, but also in case I forgot my pill that day.

And what did Mr. I-Love-You do? He did nothing but laugh at everything being said. That was just a slap in the face and it pissed me the hell off! That night, as he dropped me off, I told him that I could not be in this relationship anymore and that tonight proved he was not who I thought he was. As far as I was concerned, we were done.

The days that followed were an interesting kind of amusement for the girls in the restaurant, but pure torture for me. There was a messenger almost every two hours or so bringing some gift or floral arrangement. They would show up, I would reject them and send them out with the item or items. This went on for a solid week at work, but never at home. It was all just a big show for him; nothing sincere and nothing meaningful. All of it was just another production of him doing exactly what I said I hated!

Trying to use his money to get me back.

When the first messenger showed up the next week, I asked him where Riley was. He told me he was out front, waiting to see if I would accept the gift or not. I grabbed the flowers from his hands and walked outside with a plastered smiled on my face. Sure enough, he was there in his Mercedes, just like the guy said, but his head was down. Without saying a word, I stood in front of the car and threw the flowers at the windshield, taking him by a surprise.

I wanted him to know just how completely done we were.

Geeze, my life is so messed up...

Scarier and more dangerous than TNT...

I miss you, Dad...

A/N:Yup, it's coming…