Diary of a Sociopath

Chapter 15- Hurricane Victor

Entering the shop for the Valentine's mixer, I saw how everything appeared to be as if Cupid had thrown up on it. Everything edible was either chocolate or shaped like a heart and each worker had on the colors pink and read with flowers somewhere on their person. But it was obvious of the couples, those who were just sleeping together, and those with bad pasts. For the couples, it was almost sad; they clung to one another-as if they were slowly becoming one. With intertwined fingers and longing gazes, it was easy to spot. For those who were screwing, they were not physically affectionate past the point of playing grab a** or tonguing in the corners. And for those who had broken up or were single, they all glared at everything fluffy, red, or heart-shaped.

But then I saw her. Dressed with a red halo above her head and wearing her candy apple red apron with a short pink dress underneath, she gave me a large smile before pulling herself from the counter. "I only have a few minutes left!" She said with great enthusiasm before giving me a sweet kiss and finishing with a customer before I noticed Victor enter the establishment. Instantly, he scanned the room, his eyes locking on the women whose bodies appeared more full of plastic then actual skin.  Making his gaze, he then saw me, and I motioned over, wanting to seem normal and not so standoffish.

"I never get tired of women in short dresses and high heels." He said before shooting his gaze at me. All I could do was bring myself to nod, but keep my gaze on Ava-showing my true intentions.

"What made you want to come, these are usually for single people..."

"Ava invited me." I said-almost coldly. I felt with his question that he wanted an opportunity alone with Ava. Which if it was up to me, would never happen.

"Well I don't want to intervene on your love day together...I just wanted to meet some people. Nothing wrong with getting a few cell numbers. I actually uh...kind of wanted to ask you something..."

I nodded, feeling myself begin to sweat-and calming my thoughts with visions of Ava. Her smile, her warm skin-instant dry forehead.

"Your car...it's had some work done?"

"Yeah...some vandals thought it would be funny to slash my tires and windows...."

"Did they ever catch them? Because I could look into it..I'm sure I could locate them..."

"Nah...I mean...if it happens again-sure...but...it seems to me that it's just some rebellious kids trying to seem cool to their friends."

"Gotcha. Well I'm off. Enjoy your night."

"You too." I glared as he walked away before Ava came to my side. Before long, the store was closed for business and the mixer took place. Alcohol was supplied in crimson and pastel pink cups that had little cupid or heart straws. Downing four as it relaxed my nerves, I saw how she didn't touch a drop. Instead, she seemed worried about Victor-thus, causing me to drink. Not wanting to show my insecurities, I pulled her onto the floor and began dancing with her. Having her against me, I felt like I controlled her every move. And eventually, she gave into me, ignoring Victor, before supplying me with several long kisses before pulling back to cool off.

Taking a seat next to her, I offered her some refreshments and went to retrieve them before seeing them conversing. Approaching my way back, I heard them talking about some girl on the other side named Rachel that she thought he would like. Explaining how she was recently divorced with a young kid-that went to school with Matthew, and obsessed with boating, skiing, and vintage wines. He then excused himself upon seeing me and chatted up Rachel before I reclaimed my seat beside my woman.

Giving her the drinks, she must have seen the distrust on my face as she slid her hand on my knee, slowly moving up my leg, before ceasing just before curving my thigh.

"I think someone is jealous of my conversations with Victor."

I turned my gaze to her.

"I can't blame him for finding you beautiful." She got a large smile before pulling me in for a sweet kiss and retreating.

"To show you that you are the only one I have eyes for..." She pulled me to the alley behind the store before pushing my back against the wall. Pushing up against me, my hands magnetized to her rear before pulling her into me, enough so she could feel how she made me feel. Grinning wide and commenting how little time it took, she went to remove my belt and zipper before hearing something break inside.

We both rushed back in, fearful for what had happened before seeing a man on the ground, Victor hovering over him-spouting off the "N" word to the ebony detective. With handcuffs being placed on the culprit's hands, I saw the wonder in Ava's eyes and saw how Victor Hunter was going to be trouble...