Chapter 2: GIDEON

Two things pissed me the fuck off about that, one was her tone, and two was the implication. I understood her feelings of rejection, but I'm sure she'd feel a hell of a lot worst if I fucked her while imagining someone else.

We'd been fucking each other exclusively for the past two years, but she knew better. She knew I didn't harbor those feelings for her. I never once pretended to. She was just as free as I to move on at any time; that was the understanding we had.

"First of all, we don't have that type of relationship, so it wouldn't be construed as cheating. Second of all, that's not who I am, but there has been a change of late, which I had planned to discuss with you later on tonight..."

"Look, just tell me whatever it is you have to say. I'm a big girl. I can take it."

So you say, but I know better. The pristine Ms. Halston who's ever vaunted in the gossip rags as the epitome of social grace can throw a temper tantrum like none I'd ever seen. Of course, with me, she's all that is sweet, but I've heard the stories, though she's always been careful to keep that side hidden from me. I don't tolerate that sort of behavior in anyone.

"Okay then, I think we should call it quits." What the fuck she wants to do this now? No skin off my nose.

"You...." Here we go. I gave up my morning fix for this shit? I knew she’d be gone already by the time I got back to the window. The sidewalk was only but so fucking long.

"How could you just decide that with no warning, nothing? You didn't even discuss it with me first."

"Lynn, you knew this day was coming. You knew we weren't going anywhere. We both used each other to fill a need, it's over, and just so you know, I'm not doing this drama bullshit with you. You wanted me to tell you now instead of later. There you have it."

"Who is she?"

I hung up the phone; yes, I'm a cold bastard, never said any different. No one questions me. I never once lied to her, never led her on, or made her believe that we would ever be anything more than what we had been.

The second my feelings changed, I distanced myself. I just wanted to do things in a more humane way. Maybe I should've just ended it that first day when I realized where my thoughts were leading me.

This shit was going to turn over a whole lot of fucking apple carts, but I've never been one to let convention stand in my way.

She is a seventeen-year-old girl I'm nine years older; that too was a small matter when weighed against what she could mean to me. I had a lot to think about, but at least now, one hurdle had been cleared. With Lynn out of the picture, I was now free to make my move. I knew she would no longer be standing there across the street, but I still headed for the window staring at the place I'd last seen her.

"I'm coming for you, little one." The decision has been made. Before long, I will have her. Maybe then my heart will stop beating the hell out of my chest.