Nemesis: A Love Story

HUGH

HUGH

He met her at the office, after listening to her increasingly more frantic messages.
She'd questioned him about Tessa. Demanded to know why he had zeroed in on her file.
She paced around her office.
Accusing him of being infatuated with her, that girl.
She had actually sneered as she said that and he felt his temper rise.
Don't.
Don't show her anything.
"Do you want to fuck her,is that it?" She practically screamed at him.
"No." He told her simply. He went to grab her hands.
This seemed to only rile her up more.
"I've seen the way you look at her, Hugh!" Megan shouted.
"You're imagining things." He stated "I hate her." he lied.
"Then why copy her file? Why did you leave me here?"
"I don't know alright! I was pissed. She's always looking at me like I'm a piece of shit and I just wanted the dirt on her ok. Something to wipe that smug look off her face!"
He lied so well that sometimes it terrified him. He was so good at it.
Sometimes he wasn't sure where the lie stopped and the real truth started.
It seemed to work slightly.
"I can make it that she's moved to another group." She told him.
I won't let you take her from me he thought.
Theres only one way to shut her up.
Make her leave Tessa alone.
Let this go.
He remembers not long ago when he got off on this game. Off on messing with her head. Using her.
Now something's changed.
He doesn't want to do this anymore.
But he does what he has to, whatever it takes to make sure Tessa stays close to him.
He grabbed Megan roughly, pulled her tightly into his chest.
" Don't you get it? You're  the only one I want."
He had never hated a lie more.
He crashed his lips into hers, pulled her backwards while he undid his pants.
He pushed her down onto the couch, reaching under her skirt and dragging down her panties, already wet stained.
Sank down onto his knees.
Spreading her wide.
His tongue lapped at her over and over. Her clit swollen and minutes later she came in his mouth.
During this time he pulled his dick out, rapidly pumping his hand up and down the shaft, getting it hard before she noticed it wasn't.
She pulled him up and made him sit down.
Sank herself onto him.
He let himself be ridden. Hard.
Let her possess him.
With each raise and lowering on him, he felt himself disappearing.
He had to close his eyes to block it out.
Tried to be somewhere else.
With someone else.
So this is what it felt like to be a piece of meat for someone else's pleasure.
He wanted to vomit.
She moaned something to him.
He didn't care.
He felt her hands on his chest, her nails digging in.
"Look at me!"
He did and then his worst nightmare happened.
She appeared.
On the opposite side of the glass.
He never wanted her to see him like this again.
Not like this.
Not with Megan.
Megan couldn't see her.
If she did it was all over.
He'd never see her again.
His body reacted to her gaze.
His hands clenched down on Megan's hips to stop her from fucking him.
He felt himself go limp inside her.
His eyes never left Tessas.
The look of hurt in them devastated him.
It was like he'd lost something he didn't even know he had.
He watched as she shut down and closed herself off from him
She turned and walked away.
He wanted to go after her more than anything but he couldn't.
Before he knew what he was doing he lifted Megan up and off him.
"I have to go clean myself up before group."
he told her from over his shoulder.
"So should you." He added cold.
He swung the door open and headed into the direction Tessa went.
Something on the ground grabbed his attention    He stopped to pick it up.
Seeing it was a row of pictures.
From a photo booth.
Pictures of a young Tessa and brother.
The anger he felt as he looked at the face of the one that had caused her such pain, was acute. He wanted to crumple it up.
Tear it into pieces
He didn't.
Obviously it was important to her.
It meant something to her.
He slide it inside his leather jacket.

When he enters the room he sees her. She's standing over at the table with coffee and donuts. She's stirring her coffee over and over. Lost in thought.
She hasn't noticed him.
Yet.
She looks beautiful.
She's always does but today she's wearing a dress and he feels his heart hammering in his chest.
He walks up to her.
She doesn't acknowledge him but he knows she's aware of his presence.
Her slight hitch in breath tells him so.
"I can explain"
"Who you bang isn't any of my business"
He swears he hears her call him Lucifer under her breath.
She won't look at him.
He doesn't blame her.
He can barely look at himself anymore.
"It's not what it looked like"
She stirs more.
Round and round.
Her hand shaking.
"Fucking, is fucking is it not?"
That stung.
He deserves it.
"Tessa, please look at me" he hears himself say.
She closes her eyes, as if asking the universe for strength and then looks at him with those green eyes and he's levelled to his core.
"I..." he reaches into his jacket and pulls her picture out "I think you dropped this"
Her eyes fall to his outstretched hand and fear fills her eyes.
She snatches it from him.
"Listen, if you're here to passive aggressively threaten me into keeping quiet...don't bother. Your little secret is safe with me." 
There's venom in her voice and possibly jealousy.
"I know it is. That's not why I'm here."
Her hand stops stirring at that.
"Then why? What do you want from me?"
She asks him.
There's a sadness to her voice. A tiredness.
Everything.
He wants everything.
He wants to be the reason for her smile
Or her laugh.
He's never heard it.
He wants to be her friend but most of all he wants to be the one to she comes to count on. The one to make her feel safe and protected.
Fight her nightmares away.
He doesn't tell her this of course.
He can't.
Instead he says
"Nothing. I want nothing from you."