After Biff won her trial, I stayed away or I tried to—is what I should say. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her go. I even went to a counselor to discuss my obsession. I knew it wasn’t normal to feel the way I did. I’d never spoken to her directly, I didn’t have a reason to love her like I did and still do. But, I couldn’t change it. For two years, I locked Lex’s pictures and letters I had stolen from her file, into a safety deposit box at my bank. After those two years were up, no longer able to resist the daily urge to see her angelic face, I retrieved them. From the very beginning of my infatuation, I banned myself from stalking her. Even though, if I’m being totally honest, that’s exactly what I wanted to do. Craved to do.
Three years after her case was over, my wife found Lex’s pictures in my bedside drawer. I no longer desired Melissa, my wife, or any other woman. From the moment I got her case on my desk, I never looked back. I couldn’t. Lex was mine, even if she didn’t know me. I knew her and needed her. I needed to protect her and love her and be there for her. I just didn’t know how, until now.
I instantly felt a kismet connection with Lex because as a child my mother beat my brother, my sister and me. I was burned with cigarettes more often than not. And when my mother became too drunk, I’d take her beers away and pour them down the drain, to keep her from passing out in a pile of vomit on the bathroom floor. That inevitably if she did, I’d be the one to clean up.
Taking away those beers would turn her into an even angrier drunk than she already was, and she’d lash out. Twice she broke a beer bottle over the lip of our kitchen sink and attacked me with it. I have some mean looking scars to prove it. Unlike Lex, my mother felt guilty after her escapades, and she’d always take me to the ER to get stitched and administered antibiotics. Not Lex, she suffered at the hand of her father and then her boyfriend. A man I know was her first in all ways that count. It was all written in one of the statements she made to Biff. Brian had taken her virginity, and that not only pissed me off, it made me insane with jealousy. Jealousy I knew I had no right to feel. But I still do, nonetheless. I’m not sure how many men she’s been with since Brian. It doesn’t matter to me. Well it does, because I love her. But I have no room to talk. I’m no saint.
I left my wife a year ago and our divorce was finalized eight months ago, since I couldn’t make it work. I tried to love my uptight and very demanding wife. I couldn’t. She started seeing a therapist because of my lack of interest in her and soon thereafter began banging her fitness trainer. I couldn’t blame her. I hadn’t slept with my wife in nearly two years at that point. I masturbated constantly to Lex in my bathroom, and that’s all that I ever needed. That’s all that fueled me, her pretty blue eyes, long black hair and flawless body. Even with scars, she’s flawless to me. She’s perfect for me, and I know that for a fact.
Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I stare at her in the mirror. Corey, a guy I’ve spoken with a dozen or so times is standing next to her, conversing. I don’t like it. I don’t like it one fuckin’ bit. If I wanted to risk giving myself away, I would go over there right now and beat his ass to a bloody fucking pulp for touching what is mine.
I’ve waited years to finally get into her life without a wife, baggage, or other extenuating circumstances to get in my way. This is my time and I will win her, even if it takes tiny baby steps. Lex Keagan will forever own me and soon, very soon, I will own her too.
Lex
“So ya wanna go home with me tonight?” Corey slurs, holding onto the edge of the table for balance. He’s smashed.
Feigning a smile, I reply. “You know Corey, I don’t think so.”
“Ohhhh… Come on.” He pouts, popping out his bottom lip and giving me pitiful puppy dog eyes.
Not gonna work, bucko.
I’ve been at this bar for an hour now. I’ve drank one glass of my wine and sipped on my Patrón. Roni has been bouncing back and forth between Bob and me. Corey just came over to talk with me ten minutes ago and can’t seem to stop flirting. I’m surprised I haven’t been groped yet.
“Nope, Corey. I think I’ll go to the restroom though.” I get off my stool and maneuver around him.
“Uh-ok.” He stammers and his hand reaches out and grazes my side as I step past him.
Making haste, I military maneuver in and out of the dancing crowd, toward the back of the bar where the ladies restroom is located. I don’t have to pee that bad, but anything to get away from a drunken Corey is better than enduring him. After tonight and this week’s crap with both the Suit Master and then Gage, I am past my tolerable level of bullshit. No more men for Lex.