Haunted by You- Obsession, page 1
part #1 of Shattered Lives Series
Haunted by You
by Lanie Love
Copyright © 2018 by Lanie Love
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First Printing, 2018
© lanielove.com: lose yourself in love
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
This book is Dedicated
To Rose. I would be nothing without you.
To Matthew. I love you to the moon and back while flying in a jet-fighter 71. Dream big and catch your stars.
To Kevin. Thank you for believing in me as much as I believe in you.
Special Acknowledgment
To all of my internet sisters who have supported and aided me throughout this process. To the Peace, Love, & Happiness messenger group who has encouraged me since the launch of my website.
To Jean T, my wonderful Beta reader.
To KC, who had to drag me to this point kicking and screaming. To my marketing team: Sheree and Lizzie. To my Partner in Crime, Spring Daisy.
Thank you for showing up when I needed you to, for signing up when I asked you to, for liking, adding, posting, sharing, encouraging, and advising.
“A girl knows her limits. But a wise girl knows she has none.” Marilyn Monroe.
Chapter One
Downtown Los Angeles, California
Allison Moore
Iam buzzed out of my mind for the second time ever in my life. The first was just two months ago when I turned 18. My best friend, Brooke, threw me a party. I thought the Jell-O shots I was being dared to take weren’t that strong. They didn’t even taste like alcohol. It wasn’t until I was swinging my halter top over my head that I realized maybe eating so many wasn’t the best of ideas. Ironically, the same guy who dared me that night is the same one that’s daring me to make a fool of myself again tonight.
"Ladies," Aaron says, as he waits impatiently but amused. He’s buck-naked on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. His large frame takes up most of the regular-sized bed as he lies with his feet crossed at the ankles and his hands laced behind his head. "Are you two going to join me, or what?"
I look at Connie, who shrugs a “why not” at me. I can tell by the look in her eyes there’s no way she’s backing out of anything at this point.
Earlier, when I ran into her, I was just finishing up a double shift at the Rock Bottom Lounge near my house in Long Beach. It was supposed to be my night off, but the place was packed. I agreed to come in and help with the crowd. Connie ended up sitting at one of my tables. I hadn’t seen her since we graduated a few months ago. Not that we were anywhere close to being friends—she ran with a different crowd, but I still didn't mind hanging out with her tonight. I should have known when she had to drag me all the way Downtown we were going to end up in trouble. I have to admit, it was fun trying to sneak into the club, but right now, I’m not so sure about doing this.
Connie has no such reservations. She starts to undress, stripping out of her black mini skirt and silver sequin tank top. Her black bra and panties are off next. I watch her as she abandons her clothes on the floor and runs naked to join Aaron in bed. Even though the lights are dim, I can still see them both very clearly. Judging by Aaron’s face, he is happy with how Connie looks naked. I’m not as comfortable with my body as they both seem to be and I don't like the idea of them seeing me naked. I stand over-thinking the situation, unsure if I really want my first sexual experience to be with my best friend's brother and my "sort of” friend, as I called her when I introduced them.
"Come on, live a little." Connie takes her tongue out of Aaron’s mouth long enough to try to persuade me. But, I’m still fully dressed at the edge of the bed looking like an idiot. "It's really no big deal."
No big deal, she says. Well, yeah, it’s a pretty big deal to me. This wasn't at all how this was supposed to go when we came here with him an hour ago. But then, the alcohol kicked in and inhibitions started to fade. Now here I am, chubby Allison Moore, with freckles still on my face at eighteen and my teeth still caged in braces, boldly undressing and climbing into bed for a threesome.
I lie between the two of them, wishing we were at least under the covers so I wouldn't feel so exposed and so close to freaking out.
"Don't worry, I know how to make you feel good," Aaron whispers to me as he moves down between my legs.
My eyes shoot straight up, fixing themselves to a spot on the ceiling. I don’t want to look down at him looking at me down there. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can sure feel what he’s doing. A gasp of air enters my throat as he takes my clit in his mouth and sucks it. It takes me by surprise and I cover my face. I’m so embarrassed at how good it feels. I don’t even care that I’m smudging up my glasses.
"Mmm, you like that, don't you," he says to me, flicking his tongue back and forth, hitting my now pebble hard clit at just the right spot. "I can tell."
Connie removes my hands from my face and quickly sticks her tongue deep in my mouth before I can stop her. No one has ever attempted to kiss me with all this wire in my mouth. My one and only kiss before this was with Ralph Nelson when I was thirteen. I found out later it was because he had lost at truth or dare.
"Mmm," I respond. I don't even try to fight her.
All rational thought goes out the window as my body spirals completely out of control. Aaron’s tongue glides over my clit easily now since I am soaking wet. I feel my orgasm building and I begin to moan loudly, no longer caring how it might sound.
"Ooo, she is about to come," Connie says. I begin to writhe and whimper under him. "Faster," she tells him.
“No, I can’t,” I moan, raising my hips off the bed and tugging at Aaron’s hair for him to stop.
"Just let it happen," Connie whispers to me when she sees me struggling to stop myself from coming. She wraps her lips around my left nipple, twirling her tongue around it until it’s hard.
“Oh my God,” I moan. The feel of her mouth on my nipple is traveling right between my legs. It’s all too much for me to fight against. It feels so good… too good.
Just when I give in and I'm about to tumble over into ecstasy, the bedroom door flies open with a bang and the bright ceiling light turns on.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?" Kent’s deep voice booms so loud it echoes off the walls and blasts my ears. The orgasmic high I was soaring towards has left me and I’m careening quickly back down to earth.
Startled, Connie scrambles to cover herself with a sheet. I am left frozen stiff and naked as two angry dark blue eyes stare into my amber ones. I try to cover myself with my hands, but there is too much of me. I just want to die. I want a 10-point earthquake to happen right now. Just let the ground shake long enough to open a hole big enough for me to jump in.
Without a word, Kent walks over to Connie, yanks the sheet from her naked body, and throws it to me so that I can cover myself. She gets off the bed, grabs for her clothes, and dashes into the bathroom. He watches her, unimpressed by the tan-line of her ass as she goes.
"What the hell, man," Aaron says to his younger brother. He gets up and reaches for his clothes. I can't help but notice how large his dick is. It’s now flaccid, bouncing up and down as he tugs on his blue jeans.
"What the hell do you mean asking me what the hell. Like I was just caught doing this shit in your bedroom." Kent has no problem challenging him. He’s intimidating as hell when he’s angry. But Aaron seems unfazed by his temper. "You’re having sex in my bed with our sister's best friend and some slut. Get the fuck out of my apartment, Aaron." Kent glances at me before leaving his own bedroom. The sound of the door slams in his wake.
"What an asshole," Connie says, coming out from her hiding spot in the bathroom. She straightens out her skirt and combs her tangled mass of long bottled- blonde hair with her fingers.
"We could always move this party to my place," Aaron suggests. I roll my eyes at his dedication still to get laid.
"Get over yourself, Aaron. The moment has long gone," she tells him.
Denied. I try not to laugh at him. Wrapping the sheet securely around me, I pick up my clothes, and go to the bathroom to get dressed.
I can’t believe I let them talk me into doing that. I put my glasses on the counter and lean over the sink, making a face at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My hair is wild around my shoulders and my eyes are bloodshot. I look like a used-up drunken slut, but I can’t help but smile. It felt good doing something crazy
I splash water on my face and use the hair tie I keep on my wrist to make a messy pony tail before picking up my glasses. I look around for alcohol to clean them with, but there’s nothing in here. I settle for bringing the large pink frames up to my mouth and fogging them. I pull some toilet paper to wipe them off before sliding them back on my face. I hate wearing them, but I can’t stand putting contacts in my eyes. It’s either wearing these or risk walking into walls.
I sigh to myself, now that I can see my reflection more clearly. “Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.” That Dorothy Parker quote comes up like a vengeance in my head. She is spot-on about that.
****
Kent's bedroom is now deserted, so I go in search of everyone. I find him in his kitchen cleaning up the mess Aaron, Connie, and I made.
"Can I come in," I ask him, leaning in the doorway. I hide my grin at the face he makes when he picks up one of his shot glasses smudged with Connie’s bright red lipstick.
"You've been everywhere else," he says, motioning around the room with his hands.
"I want to apologize. I don't know what we were thinking." I enter the small kitchen to help him clean. I take the lipstick stained glass from his hands and wash it for him. He leans against the wall because there is barely enough room for the two of us to turn around. I wonder how he cooks in here, but then I remember he doesn't cook. He’s always had someone to do it for him. My head starts to spin from the wine I had, but I use the counter to steady myself. I just hope Kent didn't see it.
"Are you fucking drunk, Kiddo?"
Damn, he saw it. And judging by the way that little vein is popping out of his neck, he is pissed off about it. The last time he had such displeasure in his voice where I was concerned, he was pulling me down from dancing on my coffee table, yelling at me to put my shirt back on. He really could have given me a break. Jeez, it was my birthday, for crying out loud. I really thought I was hiding it better this time, but I guess me naked in bed with his brother was kind of a dead giveaway.
"I'm a little… tipsy. We kind of raided your liquor," I say, guiltily. "And don't call me kiddo. I'm a woman now.”
"If you say so, Kiddo" he says. He knows how much him calling me that pisses me off, so he says it with a grin, until my words hit him. "Did you just fuck my brother, Allison?"
I’m thrown off guard. He never calls me Allison—ever.
“No.” I shake my head while saying it, like he’s my dad and I’m trying really hard to make him believe me. “That's not what I meant about being a woman. We were just… you know, fooling around is all."
"And if I hadn't walked in?" His tone is very demanding. Damn, when did he become so parental? I shrug, knowing Aaron would probably be balls deep in me right now. That fact doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would.
"Are you going to tell Brooke," I ask him in a way that begs him not to. The thought of my best friend knowing that I got so caught up I almost fucked her oldest brother in a threesome is not something I’m entirely proud of.
"Is there something to tell her?"
"Only what you saw."
“And what the hell was that exactly? You've known my brother for as long as you've known me. You’re like another sister to us."
"Don't make it sound like that, Kenny." I am so sick of his ‘you're like a sister to me’ bullshit. Especially when I’ve been crushing on him the whole time I’ve known him. “It wasn't dirty. And I already told you, we just got carried away. You know how Aaron gets when he's been drinking."
"You really want your first time to be with a drunken asshole like him and his flavor of the hour slut?”
"And just how the hell do you know it's my first time?"
What nerve he has. Just because he doesn't find me attractive doesn't mean no one else ever has. But who am I kidding? I have boring black hair and big amber eyes that turn as weird as a vampire’s when they’re hit by the sun. And that’s only if you can see them behind my thick glasses. I never even got asked out on a date in high school. If it hadn’t been for Aaron, I would have had to tag along with Brooke and her date to my own Junior Prom. I'm so glad high school is over.
"Because I know," he simply says.
"Hey, give me a break here, okay. I'm going away to college in a week and I just want to have some fun for once. I am so tired of being boring all the time."
"You're not boring. But that in there tonight wasn't you either.
"I know. It wasn't one of my finer moments, but I just don't want you to be pissed at me."
"You need to be more careful."
"I've been nothing but careful."
"College boys are a whole other breed of asshole, Allie. Aaron at least cares about you, but those horny fuckers won't. Just promise me you won’t let any prick that’s not worthy of you get a taste of your goods."
"Okay, I promise, Dad." My sarcasm only pisses him off.
"If I hadn't come in, would you have fucked him," he asks again and I wonder why he's so concerned all of a sudden. In all the years I've known him, he has never been interested in anything I've done before. Believe me, I've tried to get his attention.
I have known The Wades since I was in junior high school. My mother used to be their housekeeper before she put herself through culinary school.
Now, she still works part-time as their personal chef and even though mom and I never actually lived in Hancock Park, the Wades allowed us to use their home address. I was able to go to the same school with their only daughter, Brooke.
She and I were inseparable growing up. I’ve spent more time at her house than I did my own. The property was large enough for us to disappear for hours without anyone knowing where we were. Being an only child, I got lonely at home, but that was never the case at Brooke's. Her parents, Jay and Kathleen, both had demanding jobs, still do, but they made sure to be available to Brooke and her brothers. Aaron is older than us by six years and Kent only by four. So, there was always some Wade around to hang out with.
Of course, there is another reason I liked being at her house so much. The moment I saw him, I fell madly in love with Kent Wade. I had just started to notice boys and boy, did I notice him. Whatever the stuff was that boys used to attract girls, Kent Wade was oozing with it. He still is.
It didn't matter that I had just turned thirteen and he was seventeen. It didn't matter that he only saw me as his sister's best friend, the little pudgy one with the boring hair. I loved him anyway. I kept it a secret at first, but I finally couldn't stand it anymore and told Brooke. It grossed her out at first that I could see anything remotely appealing in “Yuck Face”, as she called him. She had no clue how hot he was, but then, why would she?
I remember the first time he held me. It was the day after Thanksgiving, Friday, November 27, 2008. It was the best and worst day of my life.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch," I yelled out, cupping my injured knee in my hands as I tried hard not to cry.
"Hey, kiddo, are you okay," he asked.
His voice came up quickly behind me. I don't know how he got to me so fast from his front porch. I spotted him standing there right before I fell off of my bike. He was the reason I fell off my bike. I was too busy watching him and not looking where I was going.
"Stop calling me kiddo," I said. I looked up into his concerned blue eyes. "I'm almost fourteen."
"Forgive me, Allie," he teased, as he lifted my bike up and bent down to examine me. He peeled my hands away and took a look at my bleeding knee.
“Is it bad?” I sniffed.
"It's just a little scrape," he said while he smiled at me. I was terribly shy and I tried so hard not to blush at the attention my crush was finally giving me, but he smiled wider and I knew I'd failed at the task. "You'll be okay."
He squeezed my hand and stared at me so intensely that I couldn't look away. I hoped that he felt something too.
"Are you okay, Allie," Brooke asked, when she rode her bike up.
"She's okay," Kent said when he broke our connection to look up at her. "She just scraped her knee. I'll take her back up to the house and put something on it."
