Chapter 14

Victoria returned home from her shift earlier than normal, coming home and plopping on her sofa. She rubbed the souls of her feet, sore from being on her toes. Her phone began to ring. Who would be calling at such a late hour, she pondered. True, it was Thursday, it was still 11pm. Beau, but of course.

"Beau, why are you calling so late?"

"Baby..."

It only took one word for her to know he was exceedingly drunk. For one, he'd never address her that way soberly.

"I love you so much. Please let me see you again."

"How much have you drank?"

"Just a bottle of vodka."

"Please don't drink anymore tonight. You'll regret it tomorrow."

"The only thing I regret is saying I didn't know you."

His words were completely slurred but she knew exactly what he said. He must have been in wicked pain, she'd never pictured him the type to be that drunk.

"I'm gonna come see you," he cut off her thoughts.

"NO! You cannot drive in this state."

"I have to see you again, I need you."

"Please, promise me you won't go anywhere."

"But."

"I'll come over okay?"

"Really?" he perked up.

"Yes."

Victoria had no idea why she was agreeing to this, but she couldn't risk him doing something stupid that would end up with him or someone else getting killed.

She grabbed her purse and car keys before slipping out of her home. Victoria parked on the street before his town home just 5 minutes later as he only lived a few kilometers away. She took a long hard look at herself in the car mirror and saw her own lips trembling at this soon to be conversation. She didn't know why she'd come over, what she planned on saying. Knowing he was drunk wouldn't make this situation any easier. He'd just be even more inclined to pressure her with his liquid courage.

She knocked on his door slowly so she didn't startle him in his drunken state.

Beau leapt up with excitement to know his love truly had arrived. She wasn't just telling him she'd come over to shut him up. He swung the door open wide, as wide as his smile when he took in the sight of her.

"Victoria! God, you're so beautiful," he cooed, taking her hands and pulling her inside. She was impressed he was walking straight, and even remembering to close the door behind himself.

"Beau, why are you drinking entire bottles of vodka?" Victoria interrogated him the second he sat her down. He sat closely beside her, still holding her hands. Sure enough, she witnessed empty bottles on his coffee table. Empty glasses lingering with half melted ice cubes. The portrait was sullied with depression. She hoped this was a week's doings, and not just this evening.

"Because I miss you and I'm going crazy. I need you."

"Beau, you do not need me. You survived many a year before we crossed paths."

"Yes but I was unhappy. You are such a huge essence of my happiness, and I cannot let go of that. I was so stupid Vicky."

"You must be drunk to call me that."

"I am. I'm drunk on you," he slurred his words again. He leaned over to kiss her, grabbing her chin and pulling her toward his face. She would have been angry but knew he did this unintentionally. The alcohol was making him a very animated version of who he truly was. More brave, certainly.

She let him kiss her for a few minutes, tasting the burning alcohol lingering in his mouth. It almost made her puke to smell this much alcohol, as if she had downed it all herself.

"Beau, I'm not just doing this because of what happened. I'm doing this to protect you."

"Protect me? From what?"

"There's a whole other part of my life you don't know about."

"I want to know everything about you."

"No. I shouldn't have gotten involved with you in the first place. I knew what kind of person you were, socially. If you can't handle me just as your student, you can't handle the rest of my life."

"Victoria, I don't care what it is," he lazy eyed her, his mouth hanging as he waited for a response. He swung himself on the floor, getting on his knees before her. She'd never seen him so jumpy, so delirious looking. He grabbed for the last bottle of vodka with half of its contents still available and took another swig.

"I don't think you should drink anymore," she tried to stop him.

"Then let me drink you. I am so thirsty for you," he rambled, grabbing hold of her knees. He tried to spread her legs open but she held her ground. He looked up with a sadness in his eyes, to see her rejection of what he loved to do the most.

"Do you not like it when I eat you out?" he whimpered.

"Of course I do, but you're drunk and we are not together anymore."

"But Vicky."

"Victoria," she corrected him.

"Victoria. My love. I'm telling you. There is nothing in this world that could make me not want to be with you. You could tell me you used to be a man, and I would not care. What I care about is that you are a sweet, intelligent, and remarkably determined woman. You are the prize I've been looking for. I dropped the ball, I insulted you in public. And for that, I am so sorry. You have to know I regret the way I reacted so badly. If I could go back in time, I'd have told him who you were. You are worth me losing everything."

"Beau, that's very sweet. I just don't think," Victoria tried to carry on pushing him away, but he'd pried her legs open again and began slipping her panties off. He pulled her close and began licking away, cutting off her thoughts, her mental notes to hold her ground.

She felt her legs shaking nearly a minute later. Beau knew exactly the way to stroke her swollen clit with that warm, wet tongue of his. He suckled at her core to make her scream even more. Even if she was clothed, he could see her breasts heaving and her torso tightening up. Everything he did made her body react. Her eyes would glow more, her lips spread open in her need to breathe. Her hands tightened their grip on his shoulders. Most importantly, her pussy soaked even harder. Her entire vaginal region shook feverishly in his lips, giving him more a chance to play. He slid two fingers inside and reached up for her g spot. If he was going to win her back, he was going to give her an orgasm worth making him desirable in ways she didn't already know. His finger work was well received; she was about to cum. He needed this moment to last, prompting him to halt. He looked up at her and kissed her clit lightly, light enough to not let her release. He kissed around her lips, moving over to her thighs. He wanted her body to relax so he could tickle her back up into another frenzy. Just a quick tease to get her back in control. He knew her mind was distracted now. She wasn't thinking about not being with him anymore.

"I love you."

Beau looked up with mad surprise. She'd never said it before. Not once.

Beau began breathing harder than her. He didn't smile, he didn't cry. He didn't jump for joy. Instead he pulled her pussy to his mouth and began licking faster than before. He put his fingers back inside and rubbed at her inner walls. He suckled, licked, and rubbed until her entire body seemed to have been lifted up.

"Beau, oh my God," she cried out, her voice shaking as badly as her pussy was. He commanded such a rouse of activity and knew she was just seconds from coming all over him. Her sultry moans caused his penis to release the waiting orgasm in him, too. She let go, giving him a taste of her butterscotch like juices, which he quickly drank up like the energy drink she was to him. He kissed around to get every bit of it on his tongue.

"God, you are so tasty," he spoke smittenly, in a daze from both being drunk and from pleasuring her. "And you love me. You, you love me. I love you and you love me. He looked around at her body, her legs that were still draped over his shoulders. "You look so sexy in these shoes. You're so dressed up…were you on a date?" Beau looked up with a panic looming on his face.

"No."

"Why are you dressed up?"

She'd silently cursed at herself. She had completely forgotten she was still in her work clothes. She wore high stilettos and a low cut, but elegant dress. "I..."

She couldn't tell him the truth.

"You were with that man again weren't you?" Beau pulled back and stood up. He pulled at his hair and began pacing around the living room. Victoria didn't know what was worse. Telling him she was with another man, or telling him the truth.

"Yes."

Beau grabbed the bottle of vodka and chugged. Victoria stood up and yanked the bottle out of his hand.

"You are so drunk already. Please, don't drink on account of me."

Beau's face crumbled just looking at her, looking down at her sexy dress and high heels, knowing she was trying to impress another man.

"So you're dating him now?"

"No, it was a…" she continued to lie.

"You just slept with him didn't you?" he countered.

There was no good answer. She'd found herself in a corner the same way Beau had when he'd been caught going on a fake date. She opted not to reply instead, she'd let him think what he wanted.

"I'm your sloppy seconds, I could throw up. God, I had nightmares all week. I just kept picturing that man on top of you, kissing you, holding you. It made me want to die. I felt actual, physical, revolting pain in my chest. I want you to stop seeing him and give me another chance. I'll do anything."

Why was she even here debating this? He wasn't her boyfriend, she owed him no explanation. He'd wronged her just as much as she had wronged him. 'You're here because you're madly in love with your professor, that's why,' she reminded herself.

She grimaced, looking away and debating more with her conscious than her heart. Of course she wanted to be with him, to be in love with him. To know he loved her so strongly only made it even more of a temptation. But she just knew things would go sour when he discovered her private life. The version of her that existed outside of the campus.

She continued to stay tight lipped and quiet. Beau took her hand and dragged her to his bedroom. He flipped on a light while stumbling toward the wall. He could barely walk straight. Perhaps telling him this farce made him even more drunk. Either that or the two extra shots of vodka he'd had since she arrived. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and pulled her forward. Victoria's body was inches from his, standing at the bedside while Beau let his hands roam up and down her back, lingering on her bottom. He looked up at her and despite all of his drinking, she recognized the pure realistic emotions he showcased.

"Please stop seeing him," he asked again, putting his arms around her waist. "Forget about that guy. He will never love you the way I do. If you want, I will bring you to the next social function and tell absolutely everyone who you are. I will tell them you're my top student and the love of my life. I will tell the Dean every detail about us if it makes you happy. I'll tell him that I used to fantasize about making love to you in front of the entire class if that would make you come back to me!"

"You don't need to tell anyone about us. It's no one's business. But if we are faced in public, and you walk away from me claiming I'm a stranger, keep going out with other women to save face...how can you expect me to forget that?!"

"I know. I know, fuck I'm a mess. I never thought I could make such a commotion over something so pure. All I want is to love you, why does it have to be so hard?" he shook his head in agreement. Victoria sunk to see his eyes, seemingly a fluorescent blue hue. Remains of his tears made them glow even more so. His tender lips open as he argued in his mind for the right words to win her admiration and trust. Just feeling his hands on her backside made her want to leap on him and kiss him back as badly as he wanted to kiss her. What was the right answer? She'd have to tell him the truth if she wanted to move forward in their relationship.

"I love you," he spoke to murder the silence. He was out of words. This task at hand seemed harder than finishing his dissertation.

"I love you Beau."

He quickly looked back up and smiled widely at her. She loved his smile, his perfectly cultivated teeth, so white and sparkling. The way his cheeks rose, his eyes lit up. She wanted every bit of it. And so, she leaned down, put her hands around his neck and lifted his spirits with her lust.

Beau immediately clenched her body, pulling her on top of him as he pushed himself on his back. He kissed her in return with a desperate need, wanting the intensity to drive them forward to a passionate love making session.

Her lips. Her warm body against me, her perfect breasts pressed against my chest. Goddamn. I love her.

Victoria sat back up, on her knees above him she watched to see what he had to say about her sudden move.

"Does this mean you'll stop seeing that man?"

She couldn't help but smile at how innocent he looked, how hopeful he had become.

"Yes."

Instead of thanking her and taking another shot, he lifted himself up, wrapped one arm around her back and laid her down. "You look amazing," he complimented her. "But the dress needs to go." In one fell swoop he lifted her dress above her to find she had nothing on beneath. She'd never seen him so animated before, it was quite amusing.

Victoria lifted up his white fitted shirt and finally got to take in the sight of his rugged definition. He was so handsome, so charming, intelligent. He'd won her over in so many ways. She even secretly loved his persistence to win her back. Maybe annoying, it still proved to her just how much he cared. She felt horrible to lie about continuing to see Kevin. But it was a better answer than the truth.

She stopped thinking when she'd found Beau had removed the rest of his apparel and had began easing his hardened penis inside of her. Suddenly he stopped and stood up.

"I am so drunk," Beau started laughing when he'd caught his breath. "I want more."

"Me?" Victoria asked.

"Yes. And vodka."

Beau stood up bare naked and walked into the living room to retrieve his bottle of vodka. She drooled at his chiseled body, his overall build, and how rock hard and sticking out his penis was. Beau was the sexiest man she'd ever laid eyes on. She'd never seen his hair in such disarray before; his red locks were standing up in all directions and called about a boyish charm. Victoria watched as he reentered the room, taking another swig. "Would you like some?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think I need a shot too."

The burn of alcohol, a type she didn't care for, reminded her that she needed to do this now. Before it was really too late. Before they were so far in love that neither could turn back.

Beau got back on the bed and this time Victoria took the helm. She hopped on him and took hold of his penis.

"I haven't been a good boy baby, I should be on top," he laughed but quickly quieted himself when she had positioned herself perfectly and slip him in. "Fuck you feel sooo good," he melted into the bed.

Victoria said nothing, and instead began rocking back and forth on top of the drunkenly gorgeous ginger. She watched his he smiled, purred, and took in long deep breaths. He reached up and placed his hands on her backside, assisting in thrusting with his masculinity. His thumbs massaged the sides of her breasts, the ones that he eyed with dreamy admiration.

"I fucking love you," he murmured, over and over until he couldn't speak over his audible orgasm.

"There's something I have to tell you," she announced after they'd finished. Beau laid drunkenly with his arms sprawled out, moving his neck around to stretch himself.

"Yeah babe?"

Even in his drunken state, she feared his reaction. She worried he'd flat out tell her he never wanted to see her again.

"Beau... I'm a stripper."

"Okay," he slurred, then rolled over to his side. Within seconds, she heard a light snoring and knew he was asleep. Did he mean what he had said? Did he really not care? Just uttering the words in his presence made her feel somewhat better, but it could be a whole different story in the morning. She watched scenarios unfold in her head on how in the morning Beau would confront her and tell her it was over. She'd be heartbroken, as would he. But he did say earlier that nothing could drive them apart. She scooted closer to his warm body and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her body against his back. If this was the last night he'd love her, she wanted to enjoy it for as long as she could.

Victoria woke up before Beau, probably because she knew there was an argument pending and maybe even a final kiss. She decided she'd do anything to woo him. She knew the second he awoke he'd be hungover. She dug around in his medicine cabinet and found some aspirin, as well as dissolving tablets to help cure his throbbing headache. Victoria waited by his side and when he'd awoken, he immediately went into the bathroom and threw up. Secretly Victoria imagined he was throwing up because of what she'd told him.

"Here you go baby," she told him, setting down a glass of water along side the pill and tablet. She got on her knees behind him as he hovered over the toilet, then began massaging his back. "I should have taken that vodka bottle away from you sooner. I'm sorry."

"Please, if getting drunk and having the courage to call you is what got you back, this is completely worth it. I told you, there's nothing I wouldn't do to have you in my life."

Hearing this statement completely put Victoria at ease. She knew he obviously didn't hate her.

"So, are you really not mad about what I told you last night?"

"Huh?"

"You know, that thing I told you before you went to sleep."

"Oh, that guy? It's going to bother me, the mental image. But it's not enough to keep me from you. Seriously, I won't let anything get in the way of us. No one, and no thing."

"I love you," she told him, kissing his shoulders to relax him more.

"When I'm done throwing up I want to kiss you," he joked, taking a swig of his tablet water and chasing it with aspirin.

Victoria finally accepted the fact that he hadn't heard, or had forgotten her confession. She opted to keep quiet. If he was this adamant on keeping them together no matter what, he didn't need to know. It was only going to happen for a few more months anyway. As soon as she finished her masters program, she was leaving her days of dark strip clubs behind. Beau would be her future then.