Sextra Lessons

Chapter 3: Missing Pieces

Yes I Know you hate me...

But please I beseech thee, don't...

Author's Note/ Apology at the end.

Not Edited- Matter of Fact none of my chapters are. Je needs an editor.

ENJOY!

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Recap...

I grudgingly got up and followed him across the road to the little café.

"Wah yuh want?" I spat at him.

He just sat there and stared blankly at me, then I realised my mistake.

"I mean: what do you want?"

He stared for a while and then said, "that depends... for instance right now I want you."

I glared as he continued speaking, "but I also want to know, where is Shyla?"

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Chapter 3

I was so taken aback by his question that all I could do was sit there gaping like an idiot.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked gingerly.

"I don't see how that would concern you, my dear Roxie," he replied with a small smile.

I immediately began to feel a bit suspicious. Nate had left town a few days after our first meeting and after what I had been experiencing with Bryan, I was feeling particularly distrustful of any and all of his friends.

"It is very much my concern Mr. Richards," I said glowering at him, "I was the one who introduced you too and after all the fuckery that I've been through with your friend in the past few weeks, I sure as hell feel that it is my concern," I finished icily.

Nate's face darkened at my reference to Bryan. I guess they weren't getting along too well anymore.

"That fucking bastard!" he exclaimed angrily.

My eyebrows shot up at his exclamation. It was the first time I had ever seen that reaction from him. He had always been so clam and composed.

"I told him not to do that, I warned the motherfucker," he said continuing with his rant.

I had no idea what he was talking about but I was certainly curious. Suddenly, his face turned deathly pale.

"Oh God... Oh God... I bet he got to her... Oh no!" he cried burying his face in his hands.

I was several levels beyond confused now. What the fuck was he talking about? Did he know about Bryan's recent actions? Did he practice the same thing? Was that why he needed Shyla? Was this some kind of sick new cult?

As if reading my mind, he said, "Roxanne, I don't know exactly what Bryan as been doing too you, but I have a fairly good idea."

He took a deep breath and then continued, "If what I believe is true, then I really need you to tell me where is Shyla, and I assure you I am nothing like that sick fucker."

"How can I be certain?" I asked giving him a hard stare.

He ran a hand over his face. I couldn't help but think that his skin was still as beautiful as ever. Though he had British parentage, was an exotic beauty from an Asian country. I was sure what country it was but he was no doubt very beautiful, with his raven black hair sexily framing his face and his hazel eyes staring intently at me. His lean body was barely hidden beneath his closely fitted white V-neck T-shirt and hip hugging dark washed jeans. He was one of the most beautiful men I knew. Coming a close second to an evil bastard name Bryan Hall.