The Protector of Skye James

The Protector of Skye James- Part 5

Past -Two months later after first seeing Skye 5 years ago (2023)

"Thank you", she said as she smiled kindly to the waitress who sat a large mug down in front of her. Skye glanced back down towards her novel and continued reading. I peered up at her furtively, hiding my face slightly in my dark hoodie. I sat a few metres from behind her, eyeing her carefully. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the mug and her lips lingered on the edge of the ceramic. I watched her for a few more moments and then slipped anonymously out the door.

Skye wandered out of the cafe half an hour later. The cool breeze within the city forced her to wrap her jacket closer against her slender body and tighten the belt. Her neck burrowed into her collar. Her fingers slid into her jacket pocket to retrieve her mobile but suddenly, it dropped onto the cold, concrete surface. "Shit", she whispered. She bent down slowly to retrieve the phone but as she did, a tattooed, muscular hand had reached the phone before her. A quick breath escaped her lips and she hastily stood upright.

"Skye", I whispered, my eyes narrowed on to hers as I handed her the phone.

She surveyed me quickly but remained silent and guarded. I smirked at her, but inside me, I too was taken aback, her beauty relished deep inside me as I felt my heart beat quicken, the same way it used to.

"No", she responded, her eyes were wide now, her voice a whisper as she shook her head.

Her feet pivoted to leave but I seized her wrist with my hand, halting her in one spot. As she turned back to me, her eyes were wet and gleaming.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked as my eyes lingered towards her lips.

"Let me go, Sam," she whispered, pleading with me with her dark brown eyes.

"Not until we've spoken", I responded darkly.

"Well, hello and goodbye are words, so that means we've spoken, now let me fucking go", she snapped.

With her wrist still firmly gripped in mine, I inched closer, our breaths mingling in the charged air. Her intense gaze locked onto mine, sending a surge of electricity through my veins. Each beat of her racing heart reverberated against my fingertips, a palpable rhythm echoing our shared tension.

"Get in the fucking car", I heard my menacing voice shoot back at her. My hand clutched at her arm and I turned her so I could grab at the back of her neck. She emitted a soft moan in response to my sudden exertion.

"Move," I commanded, and she began to shuffle towards my car, each step heavy with reluctance. As she settled into the seat, I slammed the door shut, my gaze scanning the empty streets above, my jaw clenched tight with anticipation.

"Who is he?" I demanded once we entered a desolate street and got out of the car.

"Who?", Skye shot back but her eyes told me what I needed to know.

"Don't fuck with me, Skye. The asshole who was standing behind you with those girls. His hands were all fucking over you!" I yelled back, the distance grew larger between us as she stepped back.

Her eyes widened in shock, then a flicker of recognition crossed her face. It dawned on her that her encounter with the group had occurred two months prior. "You've been watching me?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Why?"

I strode across towards her, my presence looming over her, and seized her face between my hands, compelling her to meet my gaze. Her body was hot against mine.

"You fucking know exactly why," I growled, my words dripping with frustration. My forehead pressed urgently against hers "You're fucking killing me", I added, my voice now a painful whisper as I breathed.

"You left, Sam! I told you to fucking leave and you've got no right to be watching me like a stalker! And by the way, he can stand behind me and touch me all he wants!".

Her response aggravated me further, my heart thumped so hard in my chest and the adrenaline coursed through my veins. Suddenly, I kissed her violently, my hands still seizing her beautiful marble-like face.

Her hands gripped my chest and I felt her push me away, a large distance now echoed between us. "Get the fuck off me, Sam!" she retaliated, obliterating my grip on her.

"You can't let him near you or touch you like that", I responded, now I was pleading to her.

"Why?" she asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Because...I...don't...like...it" I said, slowly closing the distance between us again, looking down at her.

She looked up towards me and spoke carefully, "It's over, we've been over for a long time...you need to let me go".

"I won't, I made a deal and I'm keeping it", I responded, peering down at her again. My eyes followed her lips, her jawline and down her soft neck where her shirt was slightly open. My heart thumped again and I swallowed. She shook her head in disbelief.

"This is insane, you know. You're insane, Sam. My father is dead, Carlos is dead and you don't work for either of them anymore, so there is no deal. There was never you and I, it was a lie" she reminded me.

"Don't say that, it wasn't a lie", I motioned closer towards her, my hand meeting her beautiful face. Her head moved down slightly, her eyes closed slowly and her lips parted on my palm. I felt her breath against my hand. My jaw clenched and I watched her as her eyes peered back up to me innocently.

"I have to go..." she breathed out once more. "Please, stop following me. I can't do this," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. Her hand gripped mine gently, guiding my hand away from her face. A fracture slowly formed within me, its presence growing stronger and more pronounced with each step she took back, her eyes never leaving mine. Silence enveloped around us, darkness spreading like creeping vines, weaving their way through the space, casting shadowy tendrils that swallowed everything in their path as she turned and walked away from me. But for Skye James, I had a problem following instructions.