Love you to Death

Kadence P.O.V. the year 1996

So this story has triggers and are: mature language, Non-consent, Dubious-consent, violence, blood, smoking, alcohol, It also has some graphic sex scenes, references a time when you could smoke in a bar, and cell phones were almost rarely used. 😉

I woke up in a decent mood this morning. I worked all week and finally had a weekend off. It was a very rare occasion for me to even get two days off in a row let alone a weekend. I was waiting for my boyfriend to come over, and we are planning on going to see a movie. I haven't been able to see him more than a couple times this week because of work. I missed him and was planning on having as much sex as possible after. I have a very healthy sexual appetite and I haven't had nearly enough to make me happy.

I turn my CD player on and listen to all my favorite CD as I clean. I don't have a lot of stuff. I have been on my own since I turned 18. That was four years ago. I have worked two jobs to keep my apartment, and craptastic car running. Finally started making enough money at one of my jobs to support myself. It's not a glamorous job but my boss is cool. He pays me pretty well too. I am a manager of a liquor store. Like I said, not glamorous but it's all good.

I have finished my cleaning. Now I need to take the trash out before I go shower. I put some shorts on because I was just wearing a T-shirt. I put on my flip flops and open my door to walk to the dumpster. I live in some old ass apartment complex. It's completely gross, but it's cheap which is what matters. It doesn't offer much in views either. My patio faces the patio of the guy in the next building. I haven't ever really seen him. Just the shadow moving around his apartment when I'm out smoking.

My apartment is on the third floor, and has the parking lot right underneath. As I walk down the stairs I pull out a cigarette. I put it in my mouth while I search for my lighter. I don't smoke in my apartment so when I go outside, I smoke. I get to the bottom of the stairs while I dig through my pockets and realize I left it upstairs. Shit! I am not going back up to get it. I was so busy looking for the fucking lighter I ran into someone. It was like hitting a brick wall and almost knocked my ass over.

"Shit, I'm sorry I wasn't watching." I mumbled the unlit cigarette between my lips as I rubbed the spot on my forehead that made direct contact.

I was staring at a chest. It was broad and tightly encased in a muted green t-shirt. Holy crap, how tall is this guy? My eyes move slowly from his chest up to his face. I had to crane my neck to take him all in. He is enormous in both height and width. I felt like a child next to him. He was a giant. I am sure he was well over a foot taller than me. When I saw his face I was shocked at how menacing, and handsome it was. He had silky black hair to his chin, and pale white skin. His eyes were gray, but bright. They held a look of amusement as he looked down at me. He had big sensual lips and a very sharp masculine jawline. Like he would wield that jawline as a weapon. He was built like a roided out vampire. I read a lot of vampire books when it's slow at work. Because vampires are sexy as fuck, and I am dark enough to be down for that kind of gothy punk look. He smelled really good too. Like crazy good. I found myself leaning into him just to catch a whiff.

"It's my fault I didn't see you down there." He smiled down at me, but it looked more like a snarky smirk which triggered my slightly shitty attitude. His voice is insanely deep, and gravely. Which would usually mean a good tingle to start between my legs but since he was being all cocky, I wrinkled up my nose, and frowned.

"Are you making fun of me?" His grin grew wider showing me his pearly white teeth. Only a few shades whiter than his skin. He was answering my question without a word from his other worldly voice.

"No, I am sorry I wouldn't make fun of you. We are neighbors, and the last thing I want to do is piss off my tiny neighbor." His voice was so deep, and sooo mocking me.  I get it dude. I'm short and you're huge. "Do you need a light?" He asks cocking and eyebrow at me. I completely forgot about my cigarette which had somehow survived our collision.