Geek Without His Beauty

Four

"I've tried to be patient with you. I gave you the space you needed. But I can't take it anymore. Why can't you just forgive me like Tatum did Stu. Or at least try like Sid is with Billy. I did what I did because I love you and I care about you. I wanted to keep you safe. I will do anything to protect you. But I think what you need right now is to be reminded of that. To be reminded of who you belong to." Randy backed me up until I hit the edge of the desk. His hand left my neck, brought both up to my face and pulled me to connect our lips.

I almost gave in but I was too stubborn to let this all go. I'm not Tatum or Sidney. I can't just forgive that easily. So I pushed him away then I punched him. "Fuck!" He stumbled back, his hand came up to cover his bleeding nose. "What the fuck?!" He yelled. "Don't fucking touch me! I don't belong to anyone. I'm not a fucking object!" His face softened, being his hand down to look at the blood. It wasn't too bad. "That's not– look, I know you don't belong to me you know that's not what I meant. Baby, please just talk to me. Let me explain." I shook my head, "don't call me. Now get out, I have work to do." Randy sighed and walked to the door, "I'll be upstairs."

Now don't get me wrong, I still love Randy and I want to forgive him but it's hard for me to do that. And his hand wrapped around my neck awakened a desperate want for him. I just can't give in that easily. I sighed and sat down in the chair, pulling out the stuff that I brought home. I reached for my wine glass and took another sip then got to work. The time I looked up again it was almost eight. I put down my pen and stretched in my chair. My glass was empty and my stomach was growling. I grabbed my glass, stood up and walked out of the office. My heels clicked as I ascended the stairs and walked into the kitchen.

I flipped the light on and was glad I didn't see Randy. Setting the glass on the counter I turned towards the fridge, opened it and looked inside. I really didn't feel like cooking anything. "I ordered Chinese." I jumped, closing the door, and glared at the person the voice belonged to. "Jesus Christ. You're still here. Great." I looked on the counter to see the bottle of rosé was gone. Randy walked over to the wine fridge and grabbed it. "Didn't want it to get warm on you." He opened it and poured some into my glass. I took a drink then walked away. "Where are you going?" I rolled my eyes and headed up the stairs. "Not that it's any of your business but I'm going to change. These heels are killing me."

As soon as I was in my room I was sitting on the end of my bed taking off my heels. I set my glass on top of the dresser when I walked in. I rubbed my feet before standing and undoing my silk blouse, throwing it on the bed then undoing my pants. It was nice to be able to finally put on a pair of sweatpants and a baggy tee shirt. It was also nice to take my bra off after a long day. Take that and the heels off felt so good. Now I just had to gather the strength to go back downstairs and deal with Randy. But before I do that I'll go and take my makeup off, take my hair out and throw it up in a messy bun.

I purposely took longer than necessary just because I didn't want to go downstairs but hunger won. I gripped my now empty glass and padded down the stairs. Randy was coming from the kitchen with the bag of Chinese in his hands along with the bottle of Rosé and a beer, he walked past me and into the living room. "Come on, we can watch a movie and sit on opposite ends of the couch." What a fucking sarcastic asshole. I huffed out a scoff and followed after him. He set the food and bottles on the coffee table.

"Here." He held out chopsticks and I snatched them out of his hand. "What do you want to watch?" He asked. "You walking out of my house, getting in your car and then leaving me the fuck alone." He sighed in frustration but got up and put a random movie in. "Billy called me while you were upstairs. He's staying with Sid. So it looks like I'll be staying here tonight." I choked on my food, coughing before saying anything. "Excuse me? I think the fuck not. My dad should be home soon," I said. Randy chewed his food before saying, "yeah well he's not coming home tonight. He told Billy he's staying at the hotel. And I'm not leaving you alone."

"I'm a grown ass woman who can take care of herself." I took a bite of my food and smiled. "I don't give a flying fuck. This shit is obviously happening again and this asshole has called you using Casey's voice somehow. They could be fucking watching you. I'm not leaving you here by yourself only for him to come after I leave. Not after what happened at Windsor when you–" he didn't need to finish that sentence. I know what he was thinking. "I can't leave you alone. So just please stop arguing with me. You don't have to talk to me or look at me but you do have to deal with me staying here."

I wanted to argue but I knew it wouldn't get me anywhere so I just ate my food and drank my wine. After we ate Randy cleaned everything up and we sat on opposite sides of the couch and watched another movie. I wasn't actually paying attention to whatever he had put in. I let my mind wander back to that call. "Why didn't you help me?"  Why didn't I? Maybe I could have done something different and she would still be here. "It wasn't your fault." I was shook out of my thoughts by Randy speaking up. I looked up at him but he was looking at the tv.

I hated that he always seemed to know what I was thinking about. "I'm going to bed." He nodded, "I'll be done here if you need me." I stood up and started to walk out of the room but stopped. "The guest room is yours. You don't need to sleep down here." I walked out of the room before he could say anything else and went up to my room.