Have I Told You (32 page)

Her hips rolled and she moved up and down my cock, coating me with her juices. I sat up and tangled her hair in my hand, pulling back on it. She gasped, and I felt a flow over my cock. I loved how responsive she was.

“Caston.” My name sounded breathless.

“Oh Sabrina, I love you.” I grunted, as I pushed into her a few more times before spilling myself in her. Her own release followed mine as she clenched me hard.

She sank down to pull me into a hug. I continued holding her until I felt the spasms around my cock subside.

“I’m glad we made it to the room. I wanted to rip that dress off of you in the elevator.”

She giggled, then yawned. I laid her on the bed and I got up. Walking over to the bathroom, I cleaned up. When I was finished I brought a washcloth back and wiped her, gently. I removed her shoes, making a note that she will definitely have to wear these again, and I crawled in bed next to her, pulling her onto my chest.

I stroked her back lightly with my fingertips, as I watched her admiring her ring.

“Do you like it?”

She placed her hand on my chest and looked up at me. “Love it. It’s beautiful Caston. I love you more than anything. Thank you.”

I kissed the top of her head, “Go to sleep, now. We have to fly back home tomorrow, and I intend to make you very tired over the next few hours.”

She giggled, but yawned, again. Laying her head back down it was only a few seconds before she fell fast asleep on me. This is how it should be, how it will be from now on.

We have been home a few weeks and the engagement news hit the tabloids before we even left Vegas. I was now known to everyone. Even though it was scary, it was a thrill, too. Caston kept me level headed. I continued dancing to prepare for my spring workshop, and I was also working at Black Hollywood, so we hardly saw each other during the day, lately. We both lived for night, it was when we were alone together and could show each other how much we loved one another.

Last night was particularly spicy, which has kept me very distracted today. My midnight wake-up call from Caston is keeping me blushing in all the right places. My iPhone pings and I’m quickly brought back to earth.

From: Caston Black

Subject: I see you blushing.

Date: June 5, 2012

To: Sabrina Bennett

My dear fiancée,

I know you’re still blushing from last night’s wake-up call. I know you all too well. Just wait until you come home tonight. Have I told you lately how lucky I am to have found you?

XOXO

Cass

I’m smiling even bigger than I was, and at that moment I decide I cannot stay here one minute longer. Quickly packing up my bags, I grab my jacket, and head for the door. “Good night, Hannah. I’m heading out early. As soon as you’re finished with what you’re doing you may leave as well.” I race to the elevator, but it was too slow for me right now, so I turn to head down the stairs. Just as I entered the stairway my phone rings. It’s a number I’m not familiar with.

“Sabrina Bennett,” I said, answering it anyways. There is no one there. “Hello? Hello?” I look at the phone and I have good reception. “Hello?” Shrugging I hang up.

Oh, well, I’ll have Terrance look into it when I get home. As I make my way to the parking garage I see my new Bentley Caston bought me as an engagement present and think just how great my life is. I hit the unlock button and get in. Turning to put my bags in the passenger seat and I almost crush the two dozen long steam red roses sitting on the seat. I have a goofy school girl smile gracing my face. Is everyone really this in love with their fiancée, or are we special? I carefully put my bags on the floor and reach for the card, but before I’m able to open it my iPhone rings again, and I answer it without looking. “Oh, honey, you shouldn’t have. These flowers are beautiful.” I say before I even looked at the number.

“I know. I wanted to see your face when you saw them,” the voice said. My blood ran cold. This wasn’t Caston. Who was this? I almost dropped the phone, but managed to hold on to it while I opened the card.

I’m back, did you miss me?

“Who is this?” I yelled.

“You know all too well. Don’t try to call your lover. He can’t help you, now.”

The phone hung up. I quickly tried to dial Caston. I had no service. What the hell?!? I was just talking to someone on the phone! My hands start shaking and my stomach is turning. Whoever that said they wanted to see me when I saw the flowers. They are here somewhere. I frantically start looking at all the cars around me, but there is no one in here. Frozen, I didn’t know what to do. Do I get out and run back to the office, or try to leave and get to someplace that is safe? Leave, is what I decided.

I quickly try to start the car, but it doesn’t turn over. “Oh, come on” I’m screaming and hitting the steering wheel. Then panic flooded through my veins. I scramble out of the car and fall scrapping my knees. I get up, and just as I’m almost to the doors of the office…

BOOM

The power of the blast throws me into the glass doors of the lobby entrance of the garage. The noise, the sound, the glass exploding, I go black. I feel hands pulling me through the doorway. The cold marble floor on my back and the tugging brings me back to a foggy reality. I start struggling to get away from whoever is pulling me. Who was pulling me, and was I going to safety?

“No, no, get away” I scream. “Please. Leave me alone!”

“Sabrina, Ms. Bennett, are you okay? Oh my God! Sabrina!” It’s Hannah. I go back into the darkness, since I know I’m with someone safe.

My head hurts…where am I? The sirens. Oh God, make it stop. Where’s Caston? I want Caston. There is so much commotion around me, I open my eyes in the back of an ambulance. Paramedics are all around taking my vital signs.

“Who did this”, I hear off in the distance. “I want some fucking answers, like ten minutes ago. Terrance, this is NOT OKAY.”

My Caston is here. He’s mad. “Sir, she’s waking up,” one of the paramedics says. Caston is instantly by my side, scooping me up in his arms. His strong, protective arms.

“Sir, sir, you can’t move her… Sir.” I hear.

“She’s my fiancée. I’ll damn well do as I please.” Caston huffs back at the guy, fumbling to follow him, so he doesn’t rip the IV out of my arm.

I try to giggle, “Ugh, that hurts. Cass, what’s going on?” I whispered, since that is as loud as my voice will go.

“Shh, Sabrina, it’s okay. Don’t talk now. I’m here. I’ll never leave you. Ever.”

I snuggle into his arms, as he brushes the blood matted hair from my face. “Oh, Sabrina, I’m so sorry. I promised I’d protect you and it always seems you’re the one to get hurt. I’m a failure.”

“No, no, baby. You’re not…” I try to protest, but he puts a finger over my lips to quiet me.

“Rest now. No talking”

I close my eyes, but that voice is ringing through my head. That cold voice. I snuggle closer to my safety. His hands trace my face so tenderly. His fingers go over every little scrape and cut on my face, arms, and legs taking them all into his memory. He’s so gentle. I hear him sniffle. Opening my eyes, I peak up at him. He has tears coursing down his cheeks. I lift my hand up to wipe them away. His eyes lock with mine, and I give him a weak smile. His eyes are so big and unprotected. He looks lost and scared.

He leans his head into my hand. “Sabrina, what would I ever do without you?”

This time I’m the one to quiet him with my finger. “I’m never going to leave you, Caston. Just remember that.”

“Sir?” I hear Terrance behind me, but he doesn’t want to look away.

I pull my hand back from his face, and he finally breaks my eye contact. “Yes, Terrance.” He sighs, not because he’s annoyed, he’s exhausted.

“Sir, whoever did this knew the garage. He knew where the security cameras were, knew how to get in and out without being detected.”

I hear Caston grumble. “I want him fucking caught, Terrance, you hear me!”

“Not him” I mumble. Caston and Terrance both look at me. “Not him, her”

“Her?” Caston says “Bre, how do you know it was a her?”

“I talked to her, Cass. She called me when I got in the car, when I found the flowers. She was watching me…”

“Who was, babe, who was watching you?”

“She said she wanted to see my face when I found the flowers. Oh God, Caston. She was here, somewhere. She did something to my phone, so I couldn’t call you when she hung up. I tried to get away. I tried, but the car wouldn’t start. Oh God, if I hadn’t gotten out…” I start sobbing. He pulls me closer to him rocking me, like a little child.

Terrance turns and I hear him yelling into his phone. “Will, I need to track all the incoming calls to Sabrina’s cell phone in the last hour. Yes, she is doing okay, just really scraped up. Okay. Thank you. Send Mr. Black and me the report.”

Caston pulls me closer, and I wince. “I’m sorry, Sabrina, did I hurt you?”

“No, just a little sore” I say.

“Don’t worry we’ll find whoever did this.” His iPhone pings.

I look up at him as he opens the email. His face goes pale. I instantly sit up in his lap. The pain becomes a distant memory. “What is it, Caston? What’s in that email?” I turn to look at Terrance, who has the same face as Caston. I snap back to look at Caston. He is frozen. I’ve never seen him like this. Time pauses. Terrance goes running, yelling something I cannot make out, because everything is mumbled. I grab Caston’s cell phone and look at what made time stand still. It’s Sara and Jon. They were blindfolded and tied up in a room that was dirty and dingy. They look as if they have been beaten and are bleeding.

I feel myself go limp. Caston catches me before I hit the ground. The world seems to stop moving.
Please, let them be okay. Oh God, please!

More sirens. More hustle. Who could have done this? Then silence. It is deafening. This hurts my head more than the commotion. Caston whisked me into the small tent outside of Black Hollywood, while the evacuation of the building was taking place. The paramedics were still fawning over me making me annoyed. This is too close to home. I start shaking uncontrollably.

“Sabrina, honey, look at me. Look at me, Bre,” Caston is yelling. Slowly I meet his eyes. “We will find them. We will.” He takes my head between his hands and slowly massages my temples. My breathing finally slows and I am not shaking as hard.

“Sara and Jon,” I cry.

“Shhh, try to relax”

“Here you go, Sabrina” Terrance hands me a bottle of water. I take it, but I am too stunned and numb inside to drink it.

“Who did this, Terrance?”

I look up at him. He looks down avoiding my glare. “I’m not sure. There hasn’t been a single threat, or murmur of a threat, against you, Mr. Black, or family in months.”

“Sabrina, can you remember anything about the voice that called on the phone? Was there any background noises? Anything distinctive?” Caston asks much too calmly.

I think he’s putting up a brave front for me. Shutting my eyes, I bring myself back to the car. That voice. High pitched cold voice… Then it hits me… I know who it is. “Beverly!”

Caston gets up and walks to the other side of the tent. Terrance follows him. I cannot hear what they’re saying. I can only see the heated discussion going on between them. Terrance looks defeated. Caston runs his hands through his hair. I cup the water in my hands trying to occupy them.

Not wanting to be alone anymore, I get up and walk over to Caston. I need him and his strength. “Has Will found anything, yet?” I ask.

“No, damn it.” Caston yells. I’m startled. Turning to me he says, “I’m sorry, Sabrina, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just so fucking mad and scared.” He wraps his arms around me, and I snuggle into his chest, as he rests his chin on my head. We stand there for what seems like hours. Not moving, holding each other and keeping each other as calm as we can.

Terrance says, “No luck on the cell phone calls. They were made from a prepaid phone, like I suspected, but the tower location tells us she was within a mile of BH. I’m not sure how she got out of jail and got past security.”

Just as he opens his mouth to say something there is a commotion outside of the tent. I look up at Caston, as he looks down at me. Caston flies past Terrance, who already has his gun drawn. I was forced to stay behind because my IVs were limiting me.

Oh My God. Why didn’t it dawn on me that she could still be in the building? “Sara and Jon were put in the elevator by someone.” I said to whoever was listening.

I get up to go searching. Someone grabs my arm, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to find her. She is here. Where the fuck is she? Where’s Caston? Why does she think she can get away with this?” I run out pulling free of my IVs. “What the fuck do you want with me? I’m here. Show yourself.” I irrationally scream.

I sink to the ground, sobbing. Suddenly there is disorder behind me. I see Terrance in the distance grabbing for his gun. Oh God No. Everything seemed to be in slow motion now. Turning I look straight into her cold, empty eyes. Everyone is rushing around me, running away. Why? Then I see it, a gun. She was pointing a gun at me. My mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out.