FALLING FOR MR J

Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

JOHNATHAN:

It's her. She's the girl I saved from Stefan's clutches. But why was she even there? Was she with him? Were they together? Wait, was he her Dom? Is that why he'd beaten the crap out of her? He was he a sadist? I have to tell you, he looked far too happy about doing it. When she told me who she was, my mind instantly came to that conclusion. Only the more I thought about it, I realised how stupid that was. She's into this Dom shit and she likes for her partner to be the one in control. She prefers it when I'm the one in control in the bedroom. I don't mind it. If I asked her to climb on board, she jumped to it like a kid at Christmas. She's not crazy enough to be with a sadist. She's got respect for herself. I mean, just the way she stormed into my office. That afternoon told me she'll take no crap from me. Just seeing that side of her made me hard, so I know she'd keep me on my toes. The fact she ran, tells me she was pretty terrified, so a sadist isn't her thing. Christ's sake, she said she thought they'd kidnapped her again. Hell, and why wouldn't she think it? Waking up in a strange place after having the shit beaten out of you, it's bound to make anyone run. However, this didn't sink in until it was too late. By the time it hit me, I'd gone to see her. Only I was too late, she'd already left. Her place was empty. The walls and floors were bare. It was like she never existed. Seeing her place like this, I knew I had to call her. I called early this morning too, but all I got was her answer machine.

"This is Lacy Honey. No, I'm not a stripper. So don't leave any smut. Unless you're sexy? Then leave your name and number. I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
Just hearing her message made me smile. I miss her so much. Even Mrs Franks asked about her. She asked why she'd not shown up for work. I wondered too, but I know why she's not been in. It's because I've fucked up. I did this, so it's on me. I mixed business and fucked it up big time. Now I'll probably never see her again because of it.
"Lacy... Sorry, I don't know what I should call you? But I'm at your place and I see you've up and left. Everything's gone. I know I've screwed up by walking out and for that, I'm so sorry. Angel, I'm so fucking sorry. Please come back. I'm completely lost without you. Baby, I need to see you. We need to sort this shit out. I'm sorry for what I said. Christ, I was just shocked... all this everything that's happened. You and Stefan then finding out it was you. I pulled away because it freaked me out. However, I know now it's not true. I know you weren't helping him. I know everything now. I know because I-"
I'm about to tell her I love her when I hear a car door open and close. I'm thinking it's her so when I turn to see if it is? My brows pull together in confusion.
"I thought I told you to stay away from me? Shit, did you follow me?"
He grins while shaking his head, telling me no. Only I know he did. He must have. Why else would he be here?
"I was just driving by. I noticed it was you." He said while walking towards me.
I attempt to walk away with my phone still in my hand, but as I walk past him, he reaches out and shoves his hand in my face. Before I can have time to defend myself, I'm closing my eyes.
"You won't have her. I'll make damn sure of it!"

Those are the last words I hear before going under. The bastards knocked me out after placing a cloth to my mouth. I know what it is. It's the same stuff Stefan used on Lacy. I mean, Kat! What the hell do I call her? I'd seen the bottle and the cloth on the floor, just beside her bruised legs. I'm only assuming here, but I'm guessing he'd stolen the stuff. You know, the day they killed Ste. Now though, I'm wondering if he'd killed him. It's possible. I can imagine Ste knew a lot of people. He's bound to have pissed somebody else off. I wouldn't put it past him to have pissed this fucker off either. I only hope and pray that my fate doesn't end the same way as his. No, because if I die tonight and never see her again? Well, there's not much I can do about it, but I'll regret not telling her. I'd die a very unhappy man, especially if I don't get to tell her I love her. If I never get the chance, it'll be one of the biggest regrets of my existence...