Seduced 4 by Jones P.A

Author:Jones, P.A. [Jones, P.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-12-10T08:00:00+00:00

“Hell, yes. I need a strong coffee.” I made a cup of coffee for myself and sat on the couch we used to make love on. His scent was still there, arousing me everywhere. Oh, Tristan, why did you do this? It could have been so much better than this.

Another note was stuck on the TV.

I arranged for your car to be delivered there. The key would be under the seat. Take care, see you soon.

- Trisha

“She isn’t half bad, after all,” I muttered.

Chapter 7

Nikki

The coffee in his house tasted like the memories, sweeter than they really were. I could feel him while taking every sip of that damned coffee. In that moment, I wanted him more than anything. I could feel the need echoing in every cell in my body. Maybe I was chasing something forbidden, but I had a hope that one day it would all make sense.

The coffee really carried his aroma. I could love you if only you didn’t act like such a jerk. I roamed his home one last time. Touched everything I had memories of, especially memories of him. I looked at the road his garden opened into. I may not ever get to see where it ends. Exactly like my life, I may not get to see where it ends, in whose arms it ends.

“This is the goodbye, then.” I locked the door, opening in the back yard. Then I went to the exercise room, that room that had the most of our memories. I could feel the sweat I’d dripped on the ground while training with him.

When I was turning around, I found a bag filled of broken furniture placed behind the treadmill. It was broken, like someone had broken it with their hands. I knew that table; it was a special, two-person only table. But I don't remember seeing it in his home earlier. And why it was wrecked, in pieces? A red tablecloth and two candles were also present in the same bag. Like something big was planned and had never happened. What it could be? A candle-light dinner preparation?

“Oh, my God, it can’t be that. No, it can’t be.” I grabbed the treadmill to balance myself. I covered my face with my palm. Tears dropped down unknowingly. I remembered the day I last saw him clearly—the courtroom, the card from him. It was his birthday, when he’d planned for something bigger I could never have imagined. My heart weighed tons; I fell down on my knees. I never thought that that night could have turned into the best night of our lives. But the night was gone from my hands, and so was Tristan.

With a deep breath, running eyes and heavy heart I left that home. But before that, I looked back at the fish tank covering one of his walls. Everything was the same as I remembered. Somebody must be taking care of his home. Somebody other than me takes care of him now. I should have been there when he needed something to eat.

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