Wanted Always (Xander Barns) (24 page)

Oh God, it feels so good! I feel my body
buzz gloriously as his body grinds against mine.

I fucking needed this…badly.

He pulls back, breathing hard. “Bathroom?”

I nod in agreement. He abruptly grabs my
bottom, holding me up. My legs circle around his waist and he takes us inside
the bathroom, shutting it closed with a strong tap of his foot. My back hits
the back of the door as Liam continues to kiss me hard and wild. His tongue
opens my mouth as his entire body grinds against mine, making me feel things in
places I haven’t felt in a very long time.

I could explode just by doing this for a
few minutes, but Liam has other plans. He lifts the skirt of my dress up a
little and glides his fingers inside my panties. Just like in my fantasy last
night, his fingers work me amazingly; I groan loudly against his mouth.

“Liam…Liam, I can’t. It’s too much,” I
breathe uncontrollably against his pounding lips.

“Come for me,” he breathes wildly against
my lips and presses his body into mine as his fingers dig a little deeper,
moving like the pros they are.

“Liam…I can’t hold it…please!” I breathe a
little louder. His lips bury themselves deep into my neck. His tongue licks and
sucks the skin hard, making me pant harder.

“Liam!” I groan aloud, then everything
goes blank as my body shakes violently as it relishes in a gloriously long
orgasm. “Oh my God!”

“That’s it…that’s it,” he breathes against
my neck. “Enjoy it.”

As my orgasm wears off, I grab his face
and pull it to mine, kissing him with everything I have. I grab his tongue with
mine, making sure he knows I appreciate what he just gave me.

He pulls his face back and gazes at me
bewildered, his hair all over the place. Something changes in his face as the
rush of the moment escapes us, and he sets me down slowly. I pull my skirt down
as he checks his reflection, fixing his hair. He turns and gives me a blank
stare.

I don’t say anything as we stand inside
the bathroom staring at one another. What is there to say? Thanks for the good
finger fuck? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend; I’m not expecting a cuddle.

Without saying anything, he opens the door
and leaves, closing the door behind him.

Goodbye, Liam.

A normal person would have felt screwed
over, but I know that moment we shared; it was just two people enjoying their
time together, making each other feel good. And the fact that he left without
saying goodbye, it helps ease the dined-and-dashed feeling I am sort of
feeling.

They really are brothers. Liam is kidding
himself if he thinks he is nothing like Xander. At least Xander wouldn’t have
just left like that; he would have at least given me another orgasm and bid me
a polite farewell.

Okay, I’m lying. I am effected by how he
left things. He could have at least said goodbye!

 There’s no point in feeling bad;
it’s over with and finished for good. I’m finished with these brothers. It’s
time to move on and forget any of this shit ever happened. I check my
reflection in the mirror, fixing my hair and straighten out my dress once more.
I check the hallway before officially leaving the bathroom; it’s empty. Thank
God!

I leave the bathroom and head out of the
empty mansion. Everyone except the staff who is in the kitchen is outside
enjoying the party. As for me, the party is officially over. I make my way to
the front entrance and look for the SUV. It’s waiting right out in front of the
double doors. Upon seeing me, Daniels quickly jumps out of the driver’s side
and opens my door for me.

“Hello, Ms. Gellys,” Daniels says as I get
within a few feet.

“Hello, Daniels,” I reply, exhausted.

“I trust everything went well this
afternoon,” he smiles.

I nod as I get into the car, “It did.”

“Very good.” He shuts my door. Daniels
quickly gets inside the SUV and drives away from the mansion.

“Ms. Gellys, Mr. Barns wanted me to give
you this,” Daniels says, then hands me a thick yellow envelope. I take it from
him and open it. My jaw drops as the contents bring me back to life. There’s a
stack of hundred dollar bills inside.

Holy shit! The money! Is there really five
thousand dollars inside here?
I reseal the envelope and put it inside my clutch, which I cradle on my
lap securely.

“Ms. Gellys, Mr. Barns also instructed me
to take you to the train station, and to buy a business class ticket back to
Toronto for the next available train. Is that all right?” Daniels asks, his
eyes never leaving the road.

“Yes, that’s fine,” I say, looking out the
window as we drive off the property.

“Very good,” Daniels says.

What a weekend.
We drive into the street, finally heading towards
the train station.

I’m going home.

****

Daniels drives me to the train station;
and after I change into regular clothes, he brings me a business class ticket
back to Toronto for 5pm. After Daniels says his goodbye and gives me the
ticket, I sit in the half-filled waiting area with my luggage and carry-on
stowed between my legs. I have my fabulous DKNY bag nestled beside me with the
strap over my shoulders. All of the new dresses are folded nicely and put into
the luggage. I would worry about them wrinkling when I get back home. I have
half an hour to wait before my train is scheduled to leave.

The events of the weekend are simmering on
the back burner in my brain. I know once I delve into those memories, I’ll be
struggling to comprehend each thing that happened. It will result in multiple
head smacking’s and body shakes. But before all of that can happen, there is
something else I just can’t seem to get past.

The last few hours of my life.

I have five-thousand dollars in my bag
right now!
I think for
the thousandth time as I wait for a train attendant to open the gates.

Xander gave me five-thousand dollars
because I scared away his love-sick stalker, risking my own life in the
process.

But it’s not like he cared about that
anyway. He must have had faith in me that I could get the job done without a
scratch. At least, I hope he did. But knowing Xander, my safety probably never
even crossed his mind.

Oh my God! This is so messed up!
I cradle my head in my hands, breathing in
and out slowly to stop myself from hyperventilating.

It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. It’ll be
okay.
I chant slowly for
the next twenty minutes until the gate to my train is opened.

I usher my large luggage and carry-on onto
the train tarmac, place them in the luggage area, and make my way to my seat.
It’s much different than the seat I sat in coming to Ottawa. The chair is much
bigger and looks more comfortable, with much better quality.

This is nice!
I think. I stow my carry-on and DKNY bag beside
my legs and relaxed in my expensive seat.

The entire car is practically empty, and
no one sits beside me. It’s nicely quiet and very peaceful; for the first time
since this trip started, I can finally breathe. As the train moves, I pull out
my phone.

I have a message on my phone; my heart
stops beating.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I see it’s
from Dad.

From Dad: 4:02pm

I’m glad you gave me your phone number;
now I can call you and text you anytime I want. Guess what? Cameron and I are
going to Canadian Tire tomorrow and we’re going to spend your gift certificate
on a fancy drill. I can’t wait. Please give me a call or text when you get home
so I know you arrived safely.

Dad.

It makes me smile. I’m glad at least
someone is happy from events of the past weekend.

I text Dad back, telling him I’m happy
that he’s happy and that I’ll text more later, as soon as I’m settled.

I put my phone away and decide to nap a
little. I don’t want to think; I just want to shut my brain off and pretend
everything is boring. As my eyes close, my phone message alert sounds loudly.

I check the message; this time my heart
doesn’t stop beating since it’s probably from Dad. My jaw drops. It’s from
Xander.

From Xander: 5:05pm

You should be on your way back to Toronto
now, but I’ve been thinking.

Maybe this thing we had…or could have, it
doesn’t have to end with this weekend.

X.

I text him back.

What do you mean, ‘doesn’t have to end’?

I get a text back immediately.

I mean, I want you to come and work for me
as my personal assistant. We could do great things together, Marisa. I could
really use someone like you.

I seem to get myself into peculiar
situations, and you did such an amazing job with handling the one today. It
just makes sense that you come and work for me.

X.

He can’t be serious. Could he?

Nope! He’s not being serious, there’s no
way.

I text him back.

Yeah…okay…I don’t believe you.

He’s a crazy asshole; there’s no telling
what he’s trying to get me to commit to.
I get a text back from him immediately.

I’m serious! Anyway, take some time to
think about it. Think of it as an amazing, life-changing opportunity. It’s a
game changer. Think about that when you work your next shift at the ice cream
place.

Did I mention the pay?

It’s quite handsome…just like yours truly.

X.

I reread his message a few times. The part
that is really catching me off guard is about it being an amazing,
life-changing opportunity. He is offering me a job!

Really?
I ponder for a moment, as if it could actually be
real.

No! There’s no way. He isn’t a serious
person, and his promises are all bullshit! Instead of texting him back, I
switch my phone to silent and tuck it inside my jacket pocket.

Setting all things Xander aside, including
this fucked-up weekend, it’s time to get back to the real world. That means
going back to work tomorrow night.

My plain, low-paying job.

Great!
I stare out the window, watching the beautiful
Canadian country flash by.

****

The next day, I go to work at the usual
time, 4pm. I’m closing tonight too, alone.

Things that didn’t bother me before are
painfully bothering me, like waiting on customers while they choose what
flavors of ice cream they want, then cleaning up after the customers who spill
ice cream all across the tables they are sitting at. I’m doing all of this for
minimum wage? The constant reminder that I work for minimum wage kills me as
the hours drag by. As I close the store on my own, cleaning everything takes
longer than usual, which is probably because I keep stopping and sighing in
despair about how much I hate doing it.

This is what I’m doing with my life. I’m
going nowhere.

Mom, Gwen, and Ben would be so proud! I’m
proving them right, even if they don’t know it.

When I get home, the bass from Sheila’s
room is blasting on high, making her door vibrate. I shake my head in disgust
as I unlock my door to my room. The fact that Sheila is a prostitute hasn’t
bothered me before; now it does.

I live next door to a hooker! I don’t
think it could get worse than that. I’m no different than a cockroach, slumming
it in an abandoned building with a bunch of junkies getting high.

As I close the door and lock it, the sound
of bass still makes its way in, but it isn’t as bad as the hallway. I have to
live with it, because there is no way I’m knocking on Sheila’s door right now,
interrupting whatever business transaction she has going on. I slide the DKNY
bag Xander gave me off my shoulder; I took it to work with me. I think I’m
going to take it with me everywhere from now on. I place it on my desk and stare
sadly at it for a second.

I could have never afforded something like
this prior to this weekend. I would have had to work sixty hours to pay for it.

The thought depresses me.
Sixty hours!
I bet if Xander worked for sixty hours, he’d have a lot more money to buy more
than just a handbag. We’re probably talking tens of thousands of dollars. I had
a brief glimpse of his lifestyle this past weekend, and that took big money.

Money I’m not well acquainted with. Geez, even
Dad’s birthday gift knocked me back some. I have five-thousand dollars from
Xander, but that will only last for so long, maybe less than a year with the
way things are going. And with my savings dwindling down, something has to
change or else I might need to get a second job.

Or would I?
I stare at my phone. I open Xander’s texts from
this past weekend, settling on his last few messages. I stare at them,
hypnotized.