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“You live here or are you visiting someone? A boyfriend maybe?”

My smile was actually half-genuine. “Three E,” I said. “What about you?”

“Not visiting a boyfriend.”

I surprised myself with a laugh.

“I just moved here. To the city, not just the building. All the way from Sacramento.” He gave me a shy smile. “In fact, I was just thinking how I needed to find someone who could show me around.”

I started to shake my head.

“Or maybe just show me where to get a cup of coffee,” Finn continued, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “But I don't need an answer right away.” He stepped around me. “I'm running late for a business dinner, but I hope to see you around.”

“I'd like that,” I answered automatically. I meant to be polite, but as soon as I saw Finn's eyes light up, I knew I'd come across as flirtatious. It looked like Cade had done a better job than I realized. I gave Finn a wave and then headed toward the stairs. The physical exertion would help keep my mind off things.

I opened the apartment door and turned on the light, just in time for my foot to kick something across the room. I looked down and saw an envelope. I frowned. Sometimes the super would leave notes, but they were usually taped to the outside of the door, and I couldn't think of anything he'd need to tell me. If it wasn’t him, who else could it be?

A thrill of hope went through me and I dropped my bags, snatching the envelope from the floor. Was this some sort of ploy from Cade, a note telling me he was sorry? My hands were shaking as I tore it open and pulled out a single sheet of paper. It was folded in half, writing only on one side. The moment I opened it, I knew it wasn't from Cade. The handwriting was all wrong. My disappointment, however, was immediately overshadowed as I read…

Back off, bitch. Cade is mine. Stay away from him. I know where you live and I know people who'd love to hurt a pretty little blonde thing like you. Go near him or contact him again and you’ll regret it.

Chapter 10

Cade

My heart was racing, adrenaline coursing through my veins. My entire body was flushed and hot. I curled my hands into fists, my breathing harsh and fast in my ears. Strangely, my mind was blank. Well, not blank, but not exactly thinking in clear and coherent thoughts either.

When the door slammed behind her, my stomach lurched. She was gone.

I'd never fought with anyone before. Not like this. Whenever women got too attached, I cut them free and whatever protests they made, I ignored. I didn't care what they thought of me. But, Aubree's final words, the expression on her face when she'd called me a bastard... I'd never been cut so deeply. Not that she wasn’t right, I knew.

I was a bastard. A bastard for breaking my own rules, a bastard for thinking I deserved anything more. A bastard for setting my sights too high.

That's what I got for letting someone close, I told myself as I stomped to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had known better than to fall for her, but after nine years, she'd been the only one who'd tempted me to break my own rule. I stepped under the water without waiting for it to warm. I shivered as the cold hit my overheated skin. I hated cold showers, but at the moment, it was the wake-up call I needed.

I closed my eyes as the temperature started to rise but all I could see was her face. The hurt in those beautiful violet eyes.

“Fuck!” I yelled and slapped my hands against the wall. I rested my forehead between my hands. What the hell had I done?

Actually, I knew the answer.

I sabotaged myself on purpose. As I'd told Aubree before, I always knew what to say. Sure, I had a hard time telling her how I felt, and it had been difficult to share details of my past, but only an idiot wouldn't have known my little announcement wouldn't be taken well. And I wasn't an idiot. I'd known before I spoke that if I told Aubree I was planning on continuing my work as an escort, it'd drive her away.

Pain laced through my chest and I went to my knees. I never should have told her how I felt. Never should have acted on it. I should have just told her she was ready and cut her loose. Free to pursue relationships with whoever she wanted. I buried my hands in my hair as water poured down my face. The thought of her being with anyone else made me sick to my stomach.

But it had needed to be done. I'd gotten caught up in the moment, in the idea that she and I could have a life together. The moment we were done, however, real life had come crashing back down and I'd known it wouldn't work. Not because I didn't feel anything for her, but because I felt too much. She deserved better than me.

“...piece of ass... all you're good for...”

I squeezed my eyes shut, as if it would keep me from hearing the thoughts from my past. I was in enough pain. I didn't need those memories coming forward, reminding me of exactly how little I was worth.

“...pretty skin... tight ass...”

I moaned as the memories came flooding forward. I couldn't help it. I'd been telling the truth about my mother's murder, but that wasn't my only dark memory. As horrible as that had been, these memories were almost worse.

I could hear myself screaming, begging. I heard the laughter, that deep masculine laughter that promised pain. And, as always, I could hear his voice. It had been nearly ten years, but I still remembered every word, every action.

***

“What do you think gives you the right to say no to me, you worthless piece of shit?”

Pain exploded across my face and I cried out. The second blow came so fast I didn't have the chance to defend myself. I dropped to the floor, my head ringing. A third punch and I whited out. As hands tore my shirt from my body, I wished for darkness to take me. I knew what was coming, and I didn't want to be awake when it did.

“You're just a piece of ass. That's all you're good for.”

I could feel his hands on me, pulling off my pants and boxers. I tried to hit away his hands as he wrapped his fingers around my soft cock, but he laughed and squeezed. A flare of pain went through me and I cried out, even as the pain started to clear my head.

He released me and manhandled me onto my stomach. His knee pressed against my spine, keeping me in place as he bound my wrists above my head, then tied them to something I couldn't pull free from. He moved off of me and ran his hand down my back and over my ass.

“Pretty skin and a tight ass.”

I tried to get away, pulling against my restraints until I felt them cutting into my wrists. He kicked my side and I gasped, losing my breath. Another kick, and I screamed as something cracked. I pulled my legs up, trying to protect myself, but the gesture only pulled and twisted my shoulders. He laughed again and pulled my legs down, tying both of them apart.

The gravel scraped and tore at my chest, my stomach, my cock, sending pain shooting through me, but still, I struggled. I screamed for someone to help, anyone, and he didn't care. My head knew that meant no one would hear me, but I screamed just the same.

He slammed his fist against my temple and I saw stars. He slapped my ass, then dropped his hands to squeeze my balls until I whimpered, unable to make a louder sound.

“Did you really think you were so special that you could just waltz out of here because you don't swing this way? I don't give a fuck if you're straight. Just means I get to be the first one to take that cherry.”

He released my balls and slid his hand between my cheeks, his finger pressing against my asshole. I began to beg, my pride shredded away. My only thought was to stop the inevitable.

“And when I'm done with you, I'm going to leave you here, let whoever wants have a crack at you. Maybe then you'll realize that no one gives a fuck what you want or who you are.”

I began to pray that he'd just kill me and get it over with.

***

I rubbed my wrists as if I could still feel the ropes around them. I stood, shivering. I turned the cold water almost all the way off, scalding my skin. It still couldn't chase away the ice inside me. With the cold came the hopelessness and worthlessness I worked so hard to keep at bay. When I blocked out my past, I could almost pretend I was as confident as everyone thought I was. But when it hit me, it was a struggle to beat it.

As I felt the hot water starting to cool down, I turned off the shower and reached for a towel. I turned my face away from the mirror as I dried off, not wanting to see my reflection. In my head, I knew I'd see the same thing I'd seen for years. Hair that might've changed style according to current trends, but was still basically the same. Skin that was still smooth and tanned. A body unmarked with the exception of the tattoo I'd gotten for my mom with my first real paycheck.

But a part of me was afraid I'd see that same scared seventeen boy who'd gotten the shit beaten out of him on the streets. The boy who'd had everything his father had ever told him solidified in a brutal fashion.

And that's why I couldn't be with Aubree, why I'd had to pretend to want to keep being an escort. This was the only thing I was good at. I hadn't been lying about that. But it wasn't just because there wasn't anything else I could do. It was also because she deserved someone who wasn't broken, someone who was worthy of her. And that wasn't me.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed to the main area. I quickly turned away as I saw the bed. Fuck. Now I was looking at the center of the room where the cushion, blanket and lights were still set up. That wasn't any better. My stomach knotted at the thought of Aubree stretched out on the cushion, following my every direction. The toys we used were still on the blanket.

“Dammit,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair, flicking droplets of water onto my bare shoulders and chest. I needed to get out of here. I couldn't stay, not with reminders of her everywhere. My safe haven wasn't here anymore.

A knock at the door pulled me away before I could get lost in my head. I walked across the room, not caring that I wore only a towel. Most people thought that nudity didn't bother me because I was confident in my body. The simple truth was that I didn't care who saw me naked. It didn't matter.

“Who is it?” I asked as I reached for the doorknob.

“Open up, Cade.”

The voice sounded vaguely familiar but I couldn't quite place it. Still, I wasn't stupid enough to just open the door because someone knew my name. It hadn't happened often, but I had, on occasion, had a client's husband get pissed at me. How they would've found me here, I didn't know, but it wasn't impossible.

I put my foot against the base of the door and opened it a crack.

The shadows kept me from seeing much more than a profile, but it was enough for me to see the scar on the side of his cheek.

“Sammy?” I could barely breathe.

He turned toward me and I could see that it was him. Samuel Lehane. Sandy brown hair. Hazel eyes. Slim body that was thinner than I remembered. The last time I'd seen him, he'd been being shoved into the back of a cop car, his clothes covered with blood. Then I'd passed out and hadn't heard from him or seen him again.

“Hey, Cade.” He gave me a ghost of a smile. “Good to see you again. Can I come in?”

I was frozen to the spot. This wasn't possible. How could Sammy be here when I'd just been thinking about that time? It was too strange. I had to be imagining him, right?

Sammy's smile tightened. “Come on, Cade. You gonna make your old buddy stand out in the cold?”

I took a step back and he walked inside.

“Nice place,” he said. “Looks like you've done well for yourself in my absence.” He turned toward me and gave me a once over. He reached out and brushed the back of his knuckles across my chest, running from my nipple down to my stomach. “And now you're going to repay me what you owe.”

To be concluded in the final Casual Encounter Vol. 5.

Casual Encounter

Vol. 5

By M.S. Parker

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 Belmonte Publishing LLC

Published by Belmonte Publishing LLC.

Chapter 1

I really wasn't having the best of weeks. After a shitty Saturday night, the rest of my weekend had sucked almost as badly. Monday hadn't been any better... with one exception. When I'd gotten home from school, I'd run into – literally – a new neighbor in my building.

Finn Colson was a nice guy. Good-looking, polite and sweet. He was exactly the kind of guy I'd always been looking for. So, when I happened to see him coming down the stairs on Wednesday morning while I was rushing to get to school on time, I smiled and asked him out to coffee.

I spent the rest of Wednesday being nervous as hell. So nervous that I actually dropped my chalk twice while lecturing on Heathcliff and Catherine. I finally had to tell my students to use the rest of class time to finish their homework, I could barely string a coherent sentence together by that time. I saw the kids exchanging looks and knew they were all wondering why I was acting so weird. Hell, I was wondering it too. I'd been the one to ask Finn out, after all. And it wasn't like I was trying to seduce him. It wasn't about sex or power. Just coffee.

At least that's what I told myself when I left school and headed for the café where we'd agreed to meet. My palms were sweating as I stood outside the building, trying to work up the nerve to go in. This was what I'd wanted, to be able to ask out men, to have men desire me. I wanted to rely on myself when it came to romance, not need my friends to set me up because I was so socially awkward and unsure of myself that I couldn't take matters into my own hands. So why, if this was what I'd wanted when I agreed to Cade's proposal to teach me, wasn't I jumping at the chance to prove myself?

I took a deep breath. I knew why.