Ignoring her, I zipped myself up and went into her bathroom. I looked through her shelves and found some moisturising cream. Turning towards the door with it, I noticed the toilet paper was the other way around this time, so I turned it back. With cream in hand, I came back out to see Tyler still sprawled across the bed, naked and bare.
“Turn on your front,” I commanded.
She did as she was told and, in the faint light, I noticed there were marks on her ass. Kinky little witch that she was.
Rubbing some cream on my hands, I went to work massaging her there. “Hmm, that feels good,” she hummed. “A demon would never care for me the way you are now.”
I instantly cringed. “Don’t mistake me rubbing cream on your ass as caring for you, Tyler. This is simply to make sure you’re prepared for next time.”
Tyler turned her head, trying to look at me. “There will still be a next time?”
The way she asked was almost as though she knew it would soon be coming to an end. How could she possibly know? I’d never given her any inclination things would come to an abrupt halt shortly. Could this witch read my mind now?
“What makes you think there won’t be?” I asked, rubbing the final bits of cream in.
Satisfied I had rubbed it all in, Tyler turned to me with a cheeky grin. “You can never have too much of a good thing, right?”
She was trying to be funny, repeating the same line I had said to her not so long ago. It didn’t work on me, though. Behind that smile, behind that cheeky façade, lay an element of pain I knew would never go away. I had her now. I had her right where I fucking wanted her. So why did it still feel so fucking wrong? Why, even after everything she’d done, did I still feel like gathering her in my arms and never letting her go?
Answering her with a coy “Yes,” I got up off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash my hands. Every time I seemed to come to this apartment, I knew what my plan was but, every time, the plan went to shit.
As I walked back out of the bathroom, I was just going to get the fuck out, but then Tyler spoke. “Kiss me,” she pleaded again.
I halted at the door and gripped my eyes shut. I couldn’t let her see how much her words affected me. I couldn’t let her see just how much she affected me. It was time to go and time to act. I couldn’t pussy-foot around this any longer. “No,” I stated as I walked out the door.
It was time for my act of vengeance.
Chapter 35
Tyler
Buckinghamshire, 2001
I was in my room with a Walkman strapped to my ears as I listened to “My Way” by Usher. He was my favourite solo artist at the moment. I loved every song he released, and his dancing was the best I’d ever seen.
If it wasn’t for the fact that the song was ending, I would have missed the familiar faint tapping on my window.
Jumping, I looked and saw another stone bouncing off the glass. I immediately got up off my bed and scrambled to see who was throwing stones. As If I didn’t know.
When I looked down, my heart jumped. Dean was standing there in a suit, his hair was slicked back perfectly, and his eyes sparkled with an intense desire.
I opened my window. “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to be as quiet as possible. I didn’t want my mum and dad to hear. They would hit the roof if they found out Dean was outside, throwing stones at my window.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered, waving a red rose in the air.
If I thought he couldn’t get any dreamier, I was wrong. Dean proved, time and time again, just how right he was for me. If only my mum and dad could see it.
“Dean, you’re impossible,” I said, giggling.
“Impossibly smitten by the girl with the bright hazel eyes,” he whispered back. “Hold on. I’m coming up.” Placing the rose in his mouth, Dean pulled himself up the trellis by my window.
Once at the top, he handed me the rose with a cheeky smile. “I told you that you were the girl who deserved flowers.”
My mouth dried and my heart fluttered at the possibility Dean may kiss me tonight. I had another five months until my sixteenth birthday, and I was counting down every second of every day of it. Dean would visit me by climbing my window from time to time, especially when I got grounded. Normally, I got grounded because I went to visit Dean when I shouldn’t have. Once, I even got grounded because Ian kept me out late when we got drunk together. That grounding lasted a full two weeks.
I wasn’t grounded tonight, though. No, tonight I had to go out for a meal because it was my mum and dad’s twentieth anniversary. Although my heart ached to be with Dean tonight, I knew this was also a special occasion for my parents. They insisted on celebrating it with my sister and me, so how could I have said no?