Hidden Secrets - A Beau Brooks Fanfic

Chapter Fifteen

*Beaus POV*

"Dahlia...please" I croak out but she had already walked around the corner and up to her room.

My heart sinks and slowly I slump down into the oak bench placed handily at the top of the stair case. The floral pattered cushion had faded from the continual battering of the sun and parts had frayed revealing a soft spongy material beneath. I found myself picking at the edges a pulling threads from it to try and calm my emotions. The young girl at the desk had obviously heard every word and was now looking rather hurt but what else could I do. There was no chance of me spending the night with her. Not with Dahlia.

My thoughts were then suddenly disturbed by the buzz of my phone within my pocket and a part of me was begging than Dahlia's name would be on the caller ID. However, the lack of visitors at the hotel, the girl at he desk had obviously gotten rather bored and had now turned her attention to me which explained why her number was disappointingly on my screen instead of Dahlia's. I look back down at her and shes staring at me. She stretches out a long finger and points at me, and then at the floor in front of her. I stay seated. Her expression then goes from puppy eyes to a rather pissed expression and the need to say something got stronger.

After a few minutes, I give in and pull my weary legs off the bench and down the stairs into the lobby. Once again she gets her finger and points this time to a different set of stairs which were placed behind the main desk. She smiles at me and then grabs my hand and pulls we towards the stairs, rather like a dog on leash. What was to follow, I did not know, but what I did know was that I would surely regret it.

After walking up several flights of stairs and being dragged through several corridors, we finally arrive at a large oak door which she scans her key card on. I push the door slightly at it swings open revealing a rather grand looking room with fancy decorations and furnishing.

"sit" she demands, pushing my down onto the bed after closing the door behind and without much choice I do.

"Tell me, tell me about Dahlia. Who is this mysterious Dahlia, Beau?" she says whilst slowly running her hands over my body. I groan in reply and brings her face close to mine.

"Tell me" She says again, this time more seductively and I feel my heart beat increase.

"Shes my...errr...shes my friend"

"Just a friend?" She says

"yes, just a friend" I say

"Do you love her?"

"Well-"

"Okay." She says but it comes out more of a muffled grunt as she buries her face deep into my neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin. I groan again, encouraging her and in response she unbuckles my jeans and slides them off. She then proceeds to take off my worn top leaving my sat there on her bed in nothing but my boxers. I gulp, loudly. Sometimes, at night when I'm lying alone in my bed, I make up scenarios, often sexual which did result in wet dreams. Sad to say, I would wake up the next morning with Luke and Jai mocking me but what could be done? It was a part of life. However, I never really expected any of my fantasies to come to life, for me to be sat on a bed, while a (may I say a hot) girl pulls off my boxers and begins to give me head. I watch her intently, her eyes staring up at me, a strand of hair falling across her face, her small head bobbing back and fourth. I groan yet again and she stands up, pulling off her own panties and swings her leg over. Just as she is about to straddle me, All this feeling that had been building up gradually inside of me, disappears. And then, all I can think about is Dahlia.

" I cant do it!" I shout, pushing the desk girl off me and grabbing my clothes and all I can think is Dahlia, what about Dahlia, Dahlia will be so upset.

The girl shouts after me as I run out the room, only half dressed, and all I have time to say to her as the door shuts is "Dahlia"

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*Dahlia's POV*

My mother used to say she had named me Dahlia for two reasons. 1. she believed I would grow up to be very fragile and 2. After giving birth to me, she lost consciousness and when she woke up, the first thing that met her eyes was not I, her newborn daughter, but a Dahlia, that had been thrust in front of her nose by my Ian who at the time was still trying to win my mother over. Even through my first few hours of my new life, my mother paid little attention to me.

Now, as I lay here, listening to the cry of birds from across the river and the thought of Beau and how stupid i had been to trust him, I could only be disgusted by my own name and its effects on my life. I felt weak, and I also felt like someone had come along and stamped on me and I was no longer swaying in the summers breeze, but squashed into the mud. My thoughts blur a bit more, and I roll over to the table beside my bed and pick up my rather battered copy of 'Wuthering Heights', the only book my mother had been kind enough to let me buy. I had always felt a really close connection with Heathcliffe. Even though I am not orphaned, I just feel like I understand him. Like myself, he was damaged. Yes he could be rather impolite and nasty, but who could blame him? He had no parents, he was treated horribly in the Earnshaw household, being referred to as 'it' and Catherine broke his heart. But, as Ali Macgraw said in 'Love Story', "Love means never having to say your sorry"

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