Passion.

Chapter Twenty Four

Five Days Later...
I gathered my things and moved into Demetria's apartment a few days ago. This is only temporary, since I have a lot of money left over from my fathers will. I start looking for apartments this week, as I'm going to get a job. Re-enrolling into college just hasn't become a passion or duty of mine anymore. Demetria has been so kind to me these past two days and I couldn't ask for a better friend, or half sister.
I haven't talked to David or Roan at all. I simply told David I loved him, that I was sorry for what I did, and that I needed a break. Roan doesn't know why I left, but I'm sure David let him know. I'm sick of being the reason of their pain. The reason they keep getting hurt. I'm strong, and I know that if I have to I can protect myself. But I can't protect them, no matter how hard I try. I was not made for this world, that is the Mafia Business. My heart lies with Roan and David Smith, and it always will. And maybe one day, we'll come back to eachother. But I need a break. As I'm positive they need one from me and the stress I bring too. But gosh do I miss them. I miss David's smile and wandering playful hands. I miss Roan's laugh and strength. Most importantly I miss their kindness. How they could comfort me through anything.
Ugh, I sound pathetic. I am pathetic. I lift myself off of the guest bedroom bed I'm lying on, and walk out into the living room, greeting Demetria and her boyfriend Cody. "Good morning." She says. "Morning." I smile. These past few days I've felt nothing but guilt, and seeing Demetria with her boyfriend has been hard. Hearing their sex has been even worse. Which is why I'm going to look at an apartment today, and I'm also going to a job interview. I need to apply to many more than I did yesterday, but somehow I managed to get a job interview over night. I throw on a decent and pleasing outfit, so I at least look suitable for going outside. "Do you want anything to eat? We have plenty of stuff." Demetrias boyfriend offers. "No thank you. I'm fine. I'll take a coffee though." I move to the cabinet and grab a vanilla creamer. I pour black coffee and creamer into a to-go cup, and walk out of the house. I go into my car, and start the engine. It's quite a drive, so maybe I'll be more refreshed when I get there. I haven't slept good at all these past few days, and the concealer I've been placing under my eyes don't hide the bags. I push negative thoughts out of my mind and start to safely drive.
One Hour Later...
I hear sirens behind me and cross my fingers that I'm not getting pulled over. But when he says "Pull Over" through the speaker, I know I am.
Shit. I don't have a license. I don't have any verification to show him I didn't steal this car, and I could go to jail for driving without papers.
Pulling over, I go into panic mode. This could go bad in so many ways. The cop walks over and I slide the window down. "Your tail lights out, did you know that?" "No I didn't, that's my fault."
"It's alright beautiful, is this your first time being pulled over?"
"Yes." I laugh. He's cute, but he's not nearly as attractive as Roan and David. He doesn't compare.
"Alright. Since this is your first time I'll let you go with a warning. But Um, would it be possible for me to take you out some time?" Aw, that's sweet of him. "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend." Well, two. I have two boyfriends, but I'm not about to explain that love triangle to him. "Well, he is a lucky man. A very lucky man. Take care of yourself, and change that tail light. See you around." He smiles and walks away. That felt like a breath of fresh air. Getting hit on, but not being violated. Roan and I aren't broken up. Neither are David and I. I'm just not fully in one relationship, and not single. I continue my drive and when I arrive at the publishing house I prepare myself to make a good impression before walking in. Taking a final sip of my coffee and parking the car, I decide that today is going to be an okay day. I'm not going to drown in sorrow or self pity. I'm just going to carry on with normal and usual activities. That doesn't involve Mafia Murders and Gangsters.
I walk in and a lovely woman in a pretty red dress greets me "Hello, are you Claire Stone? Here for the job interview?" She asks. "Yes, that's me!" I smile. "Okay, perfect! You'll head into this room and we'll be seeing you in just a minute." "Thank you so much." I enter a nicely decorated room with a little desk and computer in the front of it. Sitting  for a couple of moments before a nice looking man enters the room. His fashion is perfect, with a long trench coat on, and a red scarf around his neck. He looks lovely. "Well Hello! I'm James, nice to meet you." "Claire Stone, nice to meet you as well." I stand up and shake his hand. "Very respectful, I like you more than most already!" "Hm, thank you." "So what position have you applied for here?" He asks. "I'm open to anything, really." I admit. "Oh, well the fine gentleman who recommended you said you would more likely prefer assistant position first."  "The gentleman that recommended me?" I ask, confused. "Yes. A nice young man came in yesterday and told us we wouldn't be disappointed  if we met with you. He seemed very fond of you."
It's David. But how would he know that I applied here? Demetria. Wow, this is annoying. I don't need him to help me out, I wanted to get this job on my own. "I'm sorry to take up your time, but can we re-schedule this for another day, possibly tomorrow? I just realized I have some things to take care of." He has a knowing look on his face when he replies "Yes honey! That's fine, I'll call you later this evening." "Thank you, I appreciate your kindness." He walks me outside and I head back into my car. I'm driving to Their house. I'm angry at David. He doesn't need to baby me and he shouldn't still be caring about me when I nearly killed him a few days ago.
Some time later...
I get out of the car, pissed and possibly irrational. But I don't care. I don't need David to do everything for me. I've never been a needy person, and I need to prove that I'm not. I storm into the house with rage and a bit of embarrassment, but more so rage. "David?!" I yell. "Yes?" He walks over. "Is Roan home?" I ask, knowing what I want the answer to be. "No." "Good. Would you like to explain to me why the fuck you found it necessary to go to a job I applied for and make sure I got it?"  "Because I was looking out for you." He says, kindly. "Well I don't need you to look out for me. You know I said we can't have contact for a while."  "Are you fucking kidding me Claire?" He puts his hand to his head. "What? Am I to much for you?!" "No, but you're being crazy. You came in here like a mad woman because I raised your chances of getting a job. I didn't do anything to you." "Yes you did! I don't need your help. I didn't need to be reminded of something I can't have!"  "You know you could have me! You're just to insecure to realize that you're everything I need! So stop with the bullshit."  "Really? Because if I'm everything you need why didn't you fight for me?" I yell, not realizing that I've been holding that in too.  "Shut up Claire." "Excuse me?" "Just shut up! You have no idea what you're talking about." I walk over and slap him across the face. "Don't ever tell me to shut up!" He moves his tongue over his lips and huffs. "Huh." "What?!" I scream, staring at his lips. "You have no idea how hot you look right now." Oh. "Why don't you show me then?" The sexual tension builds as he picks me up and walks me over to the wall. He pins my back up against the wall and kisses my neck. He teases me as he unbuttons my jeans and slowly glides his fingers over my underwear. He stares at me intensely, observing my reaction before sticking his fingers inside of my pulsating pussy. I open my arms out to grip something, but there's nothing except the lamp, and I quickly wind up knocking that over. He kisses my lips and I hold onto the back of his neck. He moves me to the couch and I push him back. I sit myself on his crotch and he groans. He rips my shirt off and puts my nipple into his mouth, sucking and satisfying immensely. Pulling his shirt off, I make my way to his ear. I tug on it with my teeth and his erection is wanting against me. I unbuckle his pants and pull them all the way down. Grabbing his cock I place him inside of me and writhe under how good he is. He thrusts upward as I rotate my hips and we begin the rhythm of fucking. Gripping his hair he opens his mouth and fondles my breasts with his hands. "Fuck." He says and I move faster. The friction of our hot skin and sweat is forceful and rough. He puts his hand around my back and continues pleasing my boobs with the other. Since his hands are holding me up I move my hand to the spot right above where he's entered me and I start pleasuring myself even further. When he takes a look at what I'm doing he moans and let's out a relieving sound. He comes undone inside of me and I start to shake and spill onto his cock a few seconds later. We've needed this. I prepare to get ready, but he says "Oh you're not going anywhere," and throws me aggressively onto the couch in a different position, and sticks his tongue inside of me. The man works wonders with his tongue. I spread my legs for him and he opens up the inside of me with his hands, causing me to ache in a pleasurable orgasm. The sight of his head between my legs is enough to cause me to cum, but his tongue does things to me I can't explain. My thighs burn as my legs uncontrollably shake and I orgasm numerous amount of times. I need a minute to recover. We're both out of breath and I lay back and laugh. "That's not what I expected." I smile. "Well I want to Fuck you any chance I get." He grins. "Come on, I'll carry you to the bedroom." He picks me up newlywed style and we walk upstairs naked. We both get into bed and move our bare bodies close to eachother for comfort. "I'm exhausted." I say, truthfully. "So am I." We fall asleep, resting peacefully beside one another.
A few hours later...
I wake up and it's almost dark outside. Where has the time gone? I guess we both haven't gotten any good sleep these past couple of days. David's still asleep, so I move quietly. But he wakes up and says "Where are you going?" "I have to leave. You have to understand why." "I don't. But I know you'll come to your senses, beautiful. Here, put this on." He hands me one of his shirts and I change into sweatpants I left there. His shirt smells like him and I like wearing it. I hug him and hold him tight before leaving.
"I love you." He says. "I love you more than you know, but I have to do this." I respond.
Just like that, I head downstairs and leave the house.
All good things must come to an end.