Wow, that was just too much to take in. It seemed instead of clinging to hate and revenge, he accepted his fate and used my mother as his idol. I didn’t blame him one little bit for that.
“That must have been a boost, knowing he must have fantasised about you, and secretly hoped that you could be together again one day.”
My mother nodded. “Of course, but Blake and I were two different people, wanting different ways of life. I respected that and so did he.”
The little devil in me had to know. “Yeah, but haven’t you ever thought about what things would have been like if you had waited for him? Haven’t you ever considered that if it wasn’t for Dad, you would have considered meeting up—even if it was just the one time?”
My mother sat back against her chair, deep in thought. “I guess a part of me always wondered what things would have been like if I had lived my life vicariously, stayed with the bad boy, and let him wickedly ruin me.” My mum raised her eyebrows, making me laugh.
“But, at the end of the day, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I wouldn’t have met your father. I wouldn’t have had two of the most beautiful and healthy daughters anyone could have asked for. I’m happy with my life now. Your father gives me everything I need…and more. Why would I pine for anything else?”
I nodded my head, but the wicked version of me wondered about this Blake guy. I wondered what he was doing now, and if he still thought about my mother. I bet he still did. The romantic in me wished that simply because it gave me hope that Dean still thought about me. Dean was my Blake—not that he was a bad boy. He just had this titillating way about him, a small glint of delectable wickedness…a part of which had me falling in love with him. And I thought that’s how he felt about me.
I had to sigh a little, wondering if he were married now with kids of his own. If he was married with kids, was there a day where the thought of Tyler popped into his mind? Although I would never condone another man thinking of me while being with his wife, it didn’t stop the little seed of hope that sprouted within me.
After my mother’s finished telling her story, the waitress came over with our meals. Most of the conversation after that was just small talk. My mother and father were going to visit my sister next week and were disappointed I couldn’t come. I would one day, but I just had too many things going on right now.
We left the restaurant with a hug and a promise that in two weeks, when they’re back, we would all meet up again. I was stuffed from my meal, but also a little giddy from my mother’s story. I guess, in a sense, history does repeat itself. I just wondered if I would ever find my happily ever after like my mother did. My future was filled with possibilities and uncertainty. It was scary, but also a little exciting. Lord knows what tomorrow may bring.
A little later, I took a shower and looked through my wardrobe to pick out my fancy costume for tonight. It was a little risqué for me as the skirt was rather short. It did have a cape, though, so I could hide my modesty a little. I was going as a vampire tonight. A dark princess who liked to bite and suck her victims’ blood.
I laughed a little as I thought about how apt it was, considering my stranger liked to bite me. I was sure if he could draw blood, he would. I don’t know why, but the thought of that had my heart pumping and my pussy throbbing. I never thought I would want someone to bite me, but ever since my stranger did it, I just ended up wanting more. For some reason, my orgasms just seemed more intense when he bit me. It was like the pain meshed with the pleasure, causing an undiluted force that took my breath away.
Shaking my head in dismay, I took the costume and concentrated on getting ready. I wouldn’t allow myself to think of my stranger tonight. He was obviously having some kind of tantrum, throwing his teddy in the corner and making me pay for something I hadn’t even realised I’d done. If he wanted to behave like that, I was going to let him. I refused to think about him tonight, so I did the only thing I could to forget. I got dressed, put more make-up on than I truly intended, and made my hair a mass of sexy curls. My femininity and sex appeal was going to be my revenge tonight. I refused to let myself be affected by him. He had to know he couldn’t treat me like that and get away with it. Next time he came by, if he ever did, I would refuse his advances. He had to see that Tyler O’Shea didn’t take any shit from anybody.
I just wished he could see me now. He wouldn’t know what hit him.
Chapter 24
Dean
While seeking revenge, dig two graves—one for yourself.
Douglas Horton