The Custodian (Revised)

Chapter 17

Dear beauty, Dear beauty... Look back at me this once. You've hid behind the eyes of lies, which once lied dead into the piercing eyes that I loved so steep that I could drown within ones peek, for what I need is never at reach, but what, and whom I'll proceed someday will someday be standing right in front of me.

Once I'm no longer a little girl's state of mind, I helmet natural emotions up until I have to release a few every once in a while.

Business had become a large part of my life. I'd matured drastically over the years; so they'd say. I do take some credit for major maturity, because unlike my college years and back, I couldn't resist that darn Conrad, and I was now able to be casual friends with him.

Kaos was pissed with me because I refused to give Conrad a chance. I laughed in his face and I could almost see the horns rise from his head. He hadn't changed a bit.

I'd see Tiff every blue moon. I wouldn't say much, much I'd always think hard of how we use to be before reality struck. I'll always love her, but from afar, and as for Brad, he recompenses my every desire.

Funny that he preys on me, for he finds me to be his equivalent match. I think that we are so much alike that it turns me off. I could never be with a man who reflects me. Brad is very equipped with business, with his thirty-one years of age, stuck up ass, and that I was so used to him, I wouldn't want him any other way.

That's my right hand man.

I'm probably one of the only women in his life that he could be himself around, and to me that's special. Brad is also tall with broad shoulders. He has a jock physique, and he's always well groomed, moreover, he's good looking.

I had a key to his three-story house out west of Deerfield Beach.

Evidently, that's where I spent most of my time working on projects. Most times he would be out and about doing whatever. He was a womanizer who was oddly in love with me and I never understood why.

At least he made time for women.

I only had time for myself, until it hit me. I suddenly missed sleeping next to someone. I wanted to feel protected again.

I craved love, the way I craved Linton's chocolate, but I also became apart of this dark world that I sat comfortably in. It almost felt impossible to let someone into my world and shine their light on to my hidden heart.

Brad taught me to be bold.

There was a guy by the name of Ty who I met for benefits and he was absolutely horrible in bed. I met with him at a bakery to cancel and further requests.

It went pretty smooth, as it should, but he was an alright guy.

A few more lonely months passed me by along with Brad taunting me by throwing my horrible sex experiences in the air.

My comebacks were deadly.

"It was horrible, but he still got it, and you never will!"

He loathed me.

He despised me for reminding him that I didn't want him the way he wanted me.

That was personal, and neither did I question him about his feelings. I don't think
I cared to know.

I was only based on the value of my projects.