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She Reminds Me Ch. 01

By: lavendersilk



(This is my first story submitted here. Please be gentle. I started this story several years ago. I wasn't sure I was going to submit it. I want to thank TheKiss for helping me with my grammar. Any errors left behind are my own fault.)

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The door opens letting in bright light and cheering, muffled slightly and coming from the stage. He walks into the dressing room, beads of sweat freckle his brow, and grabs a towel from a nearby rack. He's dressed in a black suit, simple and plain, with a white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway. His tie is probably in the hands of a lucky fan that fought her way to the front of the stage and caught it out in the audience. 

He barely glances my way; nothing shows on his solemn face, then turns to grab a water bottle. He turns back towards me this time lingering on the exposed skin at my throat where my robe is open.

"Take it off, please." His voice is barely louder than a whisper and gravelly from singing several songs.

I untie the belt of my silk red robe and let it slide off of my skin. He watches as inches of my flesh are exposed, all his for the taking. He downs the water quickly and sets the bottle down on the bar, then walks over to stand in front of me. His cool breath ghosts over me, caressing my nipples and causing them to peak. He seems fascinated with my face; I thought he was going to touch me but he changes his mind.

"Kneel." 

I get down on my knees and look up at him. I can't help the small shiver that runs down my spine as he pulls his zipper down.

He takes out his cock and wastes no time grabbing the back of my head somewhat gently and nudging the tip against my parted lips. He's clean, all of my clients are tested, but I still have a hard time swallowing a stranger's come, even after all this time. I open my mouth and look up expecting to find a smug expression on his face but his head is thrown back, eyes closed, and he's breathing deeply. I realize then that he's not like my last client, and focus on the task at hand. 

His cock is long, cut and smooth. I can't quite fit all of him in, but I try to make up for it with my enthusiasm. I eagerly bob my head and moan a little, I close my eyes and imagine sucking off my first boyfriend in high school. He was about this size and I remember what he liked and how he would reward me if I got him off. I feel my mouth begin to water and a small drop of saliva escapes down the side of my mouth as his cock pulls out too far then slams back in. He begins to thrust his hips a little and I find a steady rhythm to focus on.

He comes silently, no moans, no shakes, just a few quick spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallow quickly and try not to cough. He pulls out and releases his hold on the back of my head. He opens his eyes a little and looks down at me; his right hand caresses the left side of my face, lingering on the ends of my hair. There is a ghost of a smile on his lips as he puts his sated cock back into his pants and smoothes out the wrinkles before speaking, this time even softer than before.

"Get dressed and meet me outside."

Then he leaves. I begin to wonder what I have done wrong. I am hired for the month. I'm not sure what he expects of me but I don't think him leaving so quickly is a good sign. I play the event over and over in my mind but give up. Nothing is wrong I'm just being paranoid. He probably just wanted a quick release after a long show. 

When Freddy told me about him I wasn't familiar with his work but I quickly discovered his popularity. Freddy said that this man didn't need to use call girls, he could usually just get whatever girl he wanted, but apparently he needed someone he could 'trust.' I almost laughed when Freddy said that; even though I was one of his most loyal girls, how could anyone trust a hooker? Maybe it wasn't the trust so much as, 'no strings attached.' Despite the fact that a doe-eyed fan would be eager to please, they usually want more than just casual fucking. 

I reach for my bag and notice that there is a dress hanging on the closet door. It's my size and a light, shimmering lavender. It isn't too fancy and it suits my taste. I know it can't be a coincidence, so I slip it on, zip it in the back, opting not to wear a bra when I look at the mirror and see how low it is, the bra I have in my bag would show. I slip on my white lace French cut panties and white heels. I flip my shoulder length auburn hair forward and back in one swift motion fluffing it up a little to give it some volume. I look at myself in the mirror and think I look good. The dress fits perfectly, the hem reaches just below the knee and there is a slit running up the side three inches. My legs are tanned and shimmering from the lotion I had put on earlier. I pause and stare at the long scar on my right thigh and bite my lip remembering how I acquired it. No, I shake my head and force myself to smile. I won't think about that today. I reach for a water bottle and drink the cool liquid, blinking back a few tears. 

When I open the door there is a limousine driver waiting to escort me outside. He grabs my bag and starts walking towards the back entrance. I follow, curious as to where I am being driven. When I slip inside the limo I see my client sitting across from me sipping from another water bottle, this time his shirt is buttoned up more and he smiles. He really is rather cute. 

"Does the dress fit?"

I smile lazily back at him. "Yes, perfect. How did you know my size?"

"Fred told me."

"Ah, I see. Where are we going?"

He seems to become more serious and straightens up in his seat. I wonder why he's so uptight. Hopefully I will be able to fix that.

"'Opal,' a club. I want you to be there but don't act like you're with me, can you do that?"

I sigh, leaning over the space between us. He needs to loosen up, and I know how to do just that. I run my hand up his thigh. "Of course. You don't want anyone to know you're with a prostitute?"

His eyes glaze over a little more, the further my hand wanders up his thigh. He inhales sharply when I brush the back of my fingers against his sensitive cock. 

He clears his throat. "Something like that."

I smile. "Don't worry. I get it." I kneel over in front of him and wrap my arms around his neck. He stiffens a little but doesn't push me away. I look into his eyes and see something. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, but he seems to be nervous when I brush my lips against his, then kiss him softly.

He lifts his hands and places them on my back, rubbing up and down slowly. I can feel his warm breath touch my cheek then he whispers in my ear, "I have some rules I want to discuss with you after this party. But, I will tell you one now. Don't touch me unless I ask you to." He grabs my waist and gently pushes me away from his chest. 

I quickly get up and sit back down across from him, feeling as though I've just been slapped. He grabs his drink and downs the liquid quickly. I feel scared that Freddy has lied to me, that this man is going to be like the last, but I will go to the club and then politely leave, saying I can't go through with it. This man might even be relieved. He doesn't seem to like me that much; surely there is another girl who can satisfy him.

The car stops and the driver opens the door to let him out then closes it. He circles the bar then lets me out at a back entrance. I'm immediately let in. The club is packed with expensively dressed upper class and there are a few celebrities. I walk my way to the bar and order a vodka tonic. I slide myself onto a barstool and watch the bartender pour me a glass. I try to think about the trip I am planning to go on in the fall. Maybe I can take it early. I certainly deserve a vacation. I wouldn't have taken this new client if it weren't for Freddy's insistence that I wouldn't be hurt again, and it would be 'easy money' that I could spend on my trip. But it is too soon. 

The bartender hands me my drink and smiles. "Enjoy."

I thank him and turn around on my stool. I can see the dance floor, littered with people grinding to the music. I recognize a few pros out on the floor and smile to myself. I take a small sip from my drink and feel the alcohol warming my throat. I close my eyes for a moment, listening to the music and relaxing a little, when someone places a hand on my shoulder. My eyes bolt open with shock, I'm afraid it might be him but when my eyes focus it's my good friend, a fellow pro who works on the other side. "Jack!"

"Hey, Evelyn! I'm sorry if I startled you; I saw you and had to say hi."

"No! I'm glad you did. It's been a while. Are you working?"

He laughs and sits down next to me. He's wearing a pair of stonewashed denim jeans and a tight light green tee. His dark blond hair is slightly tousled and set with a little gel. He's gorgeous and knows it. "I was going to ask you the same thing. You aren't, are you?"

I debate lying to him; I may not be working after tonight anyway. "Yes. But discreetly, if you know what I mean."

He smirks. "I see. Me too." He looks over to the dance floor either to find who I was with or his own date then he looks at me with concern. "You shouldn't be. It's too soon."

I take another sip from my drink, avoiding his gaze. There's just something about Jack's deep brown eyes that makes me want to cry on his shoulder. "I know. He hired me for the month but... I'm going to call it off after tonight. He isn't really into me anyway. I was thinking about going to New York early."

He smiles. "Good. God, I wish I could go with you but this guy is holding onto me like he can't let go."

I smile back and examine my nails. "Is he good to you?" He doesn't answer right away which makes me look up at him. He blushes a little. I can see he's growing attached to his client. Something that is frowned upon, but not out of the ordinary, except in the case of Jack. If he likes someone it's special. 

"Yes, very. He's very...generous. I just wonder how long I have to stay in the shadows."

"I'm sure he will come around." I can't help feeling a little jealous. Not at being attached but having a nice, normal client for a change. I haven't had one of those in a long time. I have to ask, even knowing the answer I'd get. "Is it serious?"

He gives me a pointed look, shrugging and steals my glass, taking a sip. "Have you thought about pressing charges against...?"

He knows I don't want to talk about that and even if I did...I wave my hand at him to cut him off, then grab my drink back and take a long swallow. "No. I wouldn't stand a chance in a courtroom." We've talked about this before and I'm growing tired of the subject. "I'm doing fine; can we talk about something else?"

He never batted an eye. You can't offend Jack. "Have you slept with Mr. Uptight yet?"

I laugh, thinking he read my mind for the description. "No, not yet. Just a quick b.j. I don't think we'll go much further."

Jack raises his eyebrows and looks out on the dance floor then back to look me up and down. "Is he gay?"

I shake my head and smile. "No, just not very into me...or rather me touching him unless he asks me to."

He cocks his head and smirks. "Well, you look amazing and he's wasting his money if you can't show him your talents."

I laugh. "My talents?"

Jack purses his lips. "Don't deny it, honey. You got talent."

I shake my head and smile down at my drink. "Maybe I used to...but now I wonder if I still have it."

He places his palm against my cheek. "Trust me, you still have it." He pauses and looks into my eyes. "You deserve to be happy, Ev."

I roll my eyes and smile. "You do too, Jack."

He frowns. "I mean it. Go to New York. Enjoy it. Stay there even, if it makes you happy."

I swallow against a sudden rush of tears. My voice is thick with emotion when I say, "Thank you. I'll think about that." Then, he kisses me. It is the kind of kiss a friend gives you to console you; there is nothing sexual about it. His lips brush over mine lightly and press down just enough to let me know he's there for me. I grin when he pulls back. "God, Jack. Why do you have to be gay?"

Jack shrugs and stands to leave. "I know. All the women want me. I'd make a killing!"

I laugh as I watch him walk away feeling ten times better than when I walked into the club.

I finish my drink while watching the dance floor. I'm surprised when a few minutes later the limousine driver walks up to me, lays a few bills down for my drink and says it's time to go. 

When I get inside the car I'm surprised to see Mr. Uptight sitting with his legs spread wide, head thrown back and his shirt completely open. He looks relaxed and I really see him for the first time. His hair is cut short and dark brown. He has a tiny scar on his left cheek, close to his eye. He has some stubble spread over his face. He isn't rail thin and he isn't overly muscular. I decide I'm attracted to him. I might have dated a man like him under different circumstances. But it was silly to think about that now. I wonder if I should tell him now that I'm not going to stay for the month he requested. I didn't have to decide because he opens his eyes and looks right at me. Again, I can't read a damn thing in them. He seems closed off even more than before. He cocks his head and stares at me for a long minute and then speaks.

"Who was that man you were speaking with?"

I'm surprised by the question. Apparently he was spying on me. "A friend."

He shakes his head and smirks, apparently not believing me. "I don't want to see you soliciting new clients while you are with me."

I'm angry at his assumption, but I try not to let it get to me. I smile and nod my head. "All right." I keep telling myself that this will be over soon.

He doesn't seem satisfied by my answer. "He kissed you."

I nod. "Yes, he's my friend."

His voice is a low growl. "Don't lie to me."

I breathe in deeply, trying not to react emotionally. "I'm not lying to you. He's my gay friend. A whore just like me. It was nothing."

He winces at the word, "whore," and nods slowly, straightening back up, legs crossed at the ankles. "I don't want to see you with another man while we are together. Friend or otherwise. Is that clear?"

I look out the window and bite my lip. I can't stop myself from laughing. "If you wanted a devoted girlfriend why the hell did you hire me?" I turn to look at him, his face has become pale. 

Before he could reply and before I could take back my comment, the car stops and we are escorted to the Pearl hotel. It is a beautiful old one that has been recently renovated, but all I can focus on is the burgundy carpet while he leads me to a private elevator that rises to the penthouse suite. The elevator ride is a quiet one. We avoid each other's eyes. I study his reflection in the brass walls. He seems stiff, possibly angry. I'm not looking forward to the rest of the night. I pray I haven't sabotaged myself. I debate apologizing but my stubborn will reminds me that I'm not wrong.

The door slides open and he walks inside calling over his shoulder for me to sit down and make myself comfortable. I'm a little shocked but I do what he asks realizing that I'm not home free yet.

He pours himself a drink and sits down next to me on the couch I've chosen. He isn't too close but close enough for me to smell the whiskey. I turn to look at him and smile. "Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"

He swallows another sip before turning sideways towards me, lifting his leg up and folding it in to rest against my thigh. He gestures at the bar. "Help yourself."

I'm suddenly not very thirsty, he has an odd expression on his face and I'm not sure I want to turn my back to him. If he is going to hurt me I want to know ahead of time. "Thank you, maybe later."

He raises his eyebrows, nods and finishes his drink. He places the crystal glass down on the table and leans his arm across the back of the couch. He reaches for my cheek. I flinch before he can touch me. He withdraws his hand immediately and frowns. 

"I'm sorry; we seem to have gotten off to a rough start, hmm?"

I breathe in deeply and exhale slowly. "I think so."

He nods and scratches his head. "It seems we both have issues with touch. I'll ask first, ok?"

I bite my lower lip and nod, afraid to speak lest my voice crack. The memories are coming back to me and I can't...

"You're very beautiful, Evelyn. I'm glad I picked you."

I swallow back my tears. "Thank you."

"You remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago. We were friends but parted ways. I always wanted to let her know how much I loved her."

I try not to panic but this is becoming a little creepy. I force a small smile. "I'm flattered."

He gives me a lopsided grin. "Maybe it's the resemblance, I expect you to act like she did. I'm not used to the...attention. Of course you are only doing your job, but I like to be the one calling the shots. That's why I hired you."

I nod. "You like to be in control." This revelation is a little unsettling but I'm familiar with it. The majority of my clients want me to be submissive. 

"Sounds bad, but that's the only way to describe it."

He stands and walks towards what I assume to be the master bedroom and calls over his shoulder, "Follow me please."

I stand and follow somewhat reluctantly. I know the roll I have to play. When I get inside of the room, he turns to face me and grabs my shoulders gently. This time I don't flinch but I'm apprehensive, I can feel my heart racing.

"May I kiss you?"

I nod. He leans his face down towards my neck and breathes in deeply then starts to kiss the hollow of my throat up to my left ear. I close my eyes and will myself to relax. He reaches behind me and starts to slowly pull the zipper down. He whispers in my ear, "I didn't get a good look earlier."

I force a deep laugh from my throat. "We have all night." 

"Month." He corrects me, and then kisses me tenderly; the dress slides to the floor exposing my bare breasts and lace panties. He tells me to lie down on the bed. I step out of my dress and heels and prop myself up against the pillows, ankles crossed, arms uncomfortable at my sides fingers tracing patterns in the sheets. The bed has been turned down leaving dove gray silk ones. I can't keep from touching them, feeling the cool silk against my back and legs warm up with my body heat. 

He pulls a chair up to the front of the bed and straddles it. "I want you to touch yourself for me, please."

I swallow and nod; debating whether or not to take off my panties, but decide to leave them on. I push the lace crotch to one side exposing my hairless mound and place three fingers flat against it and begin to slowly rub in small circles. 

At first I close my eyes and try to think about the last time I had to do this and how I got through it. I'm not an exhibitionist; believe it or not, it's hard for me to get off by myself while someone watches. Usually my clients like to use a vibrator on me, or their fingers. 

"Look at me, please." His voice is so soft I barely hear him. I open my eyes and see him staring at my hand. He looks calm except for his eyes have darkened to a deep blue and the pupils are dilated.

I lick my lips and try to focus. I'm not sure I will be able to come but I will fake it if I have to. I force myself to breathe deeper and spread my thighs further apart. 

I see him take off his shirt slowly, never taking his eyes off of my hand. When he looks at my face, his lips twist into a smirk. "You don't have to put on a show...just enjoy yourself."

I feel that he is belittling me and I know I can't continue. I sit up, folding my legs under myself and wrap my arms around my chest. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this."

He frowns. "Why?"

I shake my head. "I'm not comfortable pleasuring myself while someone watches me. I can't...I'm sorry."


She Reminds Me Ch. 01



He nods and stands up, laying his shirt on the back of the chair before walking towards the bed. He sits down on the edge and smiles at me. "That's hard to believe given your profession."

I bristle at that, but I can't blame him. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Maybe Fred can find you someone else."

He cocks an eyebrow. "No, I don't need that. You will do."

I bite my lower lip, remembering how I resemble his...friend. I'm curious as to whom this friend is but I know I won't be able to ask. "What would you like to do instead?"

He looks down at my arms and pries them away from my breasts. "I would like to touch you myself." He tweaks my left nipple, gently but I still flinch. He pulls his hand away and stands up with his back turned. 

"I'm sorry; I'm not being very cooperative."

He sighs deeply and turns back around to face me. He's frustrated. "Are you uncomfortable because of me?"

I look down at my hands. "No..."

"Then why?"

I don't want to bare my soul to a complete stranger, but I'm about to become even more intimate with him and he deserves to know what he is getting himself into. "My last client was abusive. I guess I'm not quite over it yet." I look up to see his reaction.

He nods, and takes a deep breath; his eyes become a lighter shade of blue. "I'm sorry. Do you want to leave?"

"No. I want to stay." I'm surprised to find out I actually feel that way. I need to prove to myself that I can move on. Despite a few quirks, this client isn't violent. "Can we try again?"

He doesn't speak just takes off his pants and boxers. They slide to the floor exposing his toned thighs dusted with dark brown hair. His cock is at half-mast, bobbing as he walks over to the bed. My mouth waters at the memory of our last encounter. He leans down and kisses me. I lie back, taking him with me. His body presses against me and I feel myself begin to relax. He is warm and wet with sweat. He smells good, wearing cologne I don't recognize but it isn't overpowering. 

The kiss ends after a few minutes, leaving me breathless and a little light headed. I don't notice he has repositioned my legs until he is pushing my lace crotch aside, and licking a wet strip up my opening. I gasp with shock and shudder when he does this repeatedly until I'm moaning with pleasure. I can feel my juices flowing and he seems to want a taste. He takes his fingers, gently separating my swollen pussy lips, and licks his way inside. I can hardly bare it. It has been such a long time since someone has taken me this way, client or boyfriend. I want to scream but bite my lower lip. He seems to notice my restraint; I catch him staring up at me with his now dark blue eyes. I think I see a challenge gleaming in their depths and there must be one because he takes my swollen clit between his teeth and gently gnaws at it. I howl like an animal until he lets go. I still haven't come but I'm so close I'm delirious with want and hate to see him back away from the bed. 

"Where are you going?" I hate the desperate tone in my voice.

He rubs the back of his head and gives me a sexy smile. "I need a condom. Be right back, love."

I sigh with relief. When he leaves I slide my panties off and throw them to the floor. He's back a few seconds later wearing a ribbed condom. I'm not usually a fan of those but I feel my muscles clench with anticipation.

He positions himself, lifting my left leg up and over his right shoulder. He slips in so easily that I'm shocked when I feel his balls slap against my ass. He stays still for a moment staring at me.

"Is this ok?"

I lick my lips and squeak out, "Yes."

He smiles and starts to move slowly. It is pure torture, I want it fast and hard, but he is dragging it out. I can feel my orgasm building; but just when I think I'm going to come, he pulls out and stares at me, panting slightly. He licks his lips and smiles. "You want to come don't you?"

My chest is heaving, I'm having a hard time not hyperventilating, but I'm able to nod and produce enough saliva to swallow and whisper, "W-why did you stop?"

His smile widens. His thumbs are rubbing my hips. "Promise me you won't leave tomorrow."

I swing my leg down from his shoulder and sit up a little on my elbows, trying to find my bearings. "You hired me for the month."

He shakes his head. "You want to leave."

My elbows slide and I land flat on the bed. I did at first but now... "I promise, just... please."

He leans down and presses his forehead against mine. "What were you thinking about while I was fucking your mouth earlier this evening? Where did you go?"

I blink. "I don't know what you mean."

"I think you do."

I was a little shocked that he cared. I always conjure up a memory to get me through, but I wonder how he knew. "I was thinking about my ex-boyfriend."

He grunts a little and grabs my leg, repositioning it. He slides in fast and begins to fuck me hard. I know this is what I want but now I'm just confused. I can't focus on anything but his eyes and how intense they are. Before I even realize it, I'm coming hard. I black out for a minute but when I come to, he's standing next to the bed with a warm washcloth. He reaches down and gently wipes me clean. I'm still so sensitive I can't help from whimpering. It feels so good. A client has never done that for me before. 

"Thank you."

He smiles and walks to the other side of the bed and lays down beside me. 

I bite my lip and look up at the ceiling. I don't sleep with my clients. Usually, I leave after sex and sleep in a separate bed. "Do you want me to leave now?"

"I thought we already discussed that you would stay."

"No, I meant do you want me to sleep somewhere else?"

He reaches out and touches my cheek, guiding my face towards him. "No, here with me."

I nod and he slides his hand down to my breasts. They aren't big but they're firm and my nipples are so sensitive. He touches one and it peaks. He leans over me and takes it in his mouth. I gasp when his teeth close over it and he gently begins to nibble at it. On reflex, I run my fingers through his hair and hold his head. He pauses for a moment and looks up at me. I immediately withdraw my fingers and place them at my side. 

"No, it's ok. You can touch me."

I smile and resume holding his head and he resumes laving my nipple with his rough tongue until it goes numb. Then, he goes to the next and does the same thing. 

His hair is short so I can't really grasp onto it but I try. I can feel his cock getting hard against my thigh. I smooth my hands down his scalp to his neck and then upper back. I caress his shoulders until he stops and then reaches up to kiss me. 

"Do you want me to suck you off?"

He nods and rolls onto his back. I straddle his legs and lean down to take his cock in my mouth but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder. 

"Wait, the other way."

It takes me a moment, but I realize what he means. It will be a little awkward but I will enjoy it. I am so wet already from his administrations on my breasts and earlier he had been so good. "Ok."

I turn around and slowly lift my right leg up and over his shoulders, kneeling over his head; I then lean forward and balance myself on my knees, my ass in the air. I lean down and take the head of his cock in my mouth. I close my eyes and begin to bob my head but I stop when I feel his hands on my ass. He pushes my hips down until my ass is on his face and he begins to eat my hole with his teeth and tongue. 

I moan loudly, but it is muffled by his cock. I'm so shocked that I don't realize until it's too late when he bucks his hips causing his cock to slip past my throat. I almost choke but recover as quickly as I can. I swallow around him until he pulls out just long enough for me to barely get a breath in and then he pushes in again. 

I didn't think I could get all of him inside my mouth, but apparently I can. I feel a little surge of accomplishment tingle at the base of my spine but he's not letting me dwell on it for long. His tongue is still fucking my ass and it feels amazing. Every time he digs his tongue into me I jolt and he thrusts into my mouth.

I look at his feet and can see his toes curling and I know he is close. This is confirmed a few seconds later when his cock slides all the way home and he comes down my throat. I wait for a couple of seconds and pull off. I try to roll off of him but he has my hips in a vise grip. He pulls me closer to him, forcing me to lose my balance on my hands and causing me to lay my head down on his stomach.

"Let me go..." I stop talking the minute his tongue plunges inside of my pussy and I gasp. I grip the sheets and close my eyes tight. I feel so exposed and open. I can't remember feeling more vulnerable and loving every second of it. 

His teeth graze against me and I yelp. "Please..." I was panting and so close.

"Please what?"

Oh, god. He is going to make me beg and I want to. "Please make me come!"

He exhales causing his hot breath to ghost over me and I moan.

"How do you want to come... with my mouth or cock?"

He is giving me choices when I can barely remember my own name? "Anything! Just... fuck!"

He exhales again. "How can such a dirty word come from such a pretty mouth, hmm? Do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Oh, god... I don't know. Y-your mouth... please."

He licks me from the top of my opening to the base where I am most swollen. "Fast or slow, love?"

I moan. "Fast."

He smacks my ass hard. I yelp and then moan as he attacks my pussy with his teeth and tongue. I'm babbling incoherently. I can't understand what I'm saying but I feel everything. His hands are gentle but firm and he slaps me every time I speak. It doesn't take long for me to come and I scream. I try to muffle it against his warm moist belly but it is still louder than ever before.

I am so spent that I barely notice him gently repositioning my body back on the bed and pulling the covers over me. I open my eyes and he is sitting in the chair watching me. I want to ask him why he isn't sleeping next to me but I can barely keep my eyes open. The last thing I remember is his smile.

****

I wake to sunlight streaming through the window. I have no idea what time it is but I hear the shower running. I remember last night and a shiver runs down my spine. I get out of bed and walk lazily to the bathroom door. The door is slightly open and steam is rising over the glass shower wall into the vent in the ceiling. 

I rap lightly on the open door and say in a sing-song voice, "May I join you?"

The glass door slides open and his face appears. He smiles at me and nods. "Please."

I smile back and walk over to the open door, sliding inside. It is a large shower with two showerheads at either side. I walk into the opposite head's spray and let the water pour over my scalp and down my back. I run my hands over my hair and look up to see him watching me. He looks amazing wet. His skin is turning red and his face is flushed. His cock is happy to see me. I walk over to him and grin. "Can I kiss you?"

He licks his lips. "Yes."

I lean in and wrap my arms around his neck, my breasts brush against him. He sighs and wraps his arms around my waist. I kiss him hard. Savoring him, memorizing the way his lips feel and mouth tastes. He moans into my mouth and the vibration makes my knees weak. I feel his cock bump against my hip and I break the kiss and drop to my knees to take care of it.

He watches me with hooded eyes as I take him into my mouth slowly. I'm determined to get it all the way inside like last night but the angle isn't quite right so I have to grip the base with my hand. I want to suck him slowly, tease him a bit like he teased me last night but he has other ideas. He grips my shoulders gently and coaxes me back up on my feet.

"I want to fuck you..." He turns me around and pushes me up against the wall of the shower gently, pressing his body against my back, his cock nestling between my ass cheeks. He rubs it up and down then gently parts my cheeks with his fingers and rubs my opening with his thumb. "...here."

I moan. "Mmm...yes." I feel him gently push his thumb inside. I spread my legs further apart and relax. 

"You're so tight. We need something..."

I peer over my shoulder and watch him grab a small bottle of baby oil. He squirts some onto his fingers and resumes opening me. 

It has been a long time, but I've never had a bad experience with anal sex before. I'm always able to relax and take it. 

I feel him slip his index finger all the way inside and twist it around then add a second. I lean my forehead against the cool tile wall, concentrating on the sensation. Steam billows around me as I felt him withdraw his fingers and nudge the head of his cock against my opening. I gasp in surprise when it slips in easily then inch by inch until he is completely inside.

He grabs my hips and leans his forehead between my shoulders. I can hear his panting, not moving even though I desperately want him to.

I swallow hard, trying to find the words to express my need but he beats me to the punch, sliding out slowly only to slip right back inside with a slick slap. I cry out in pleasure but he is worried. 

"Is this ok?"

I nod, unable to speak, hoping he understands. He kisses my right shoulder and starts to fuck me. Pull out slow; push in fast, in and out, and in and out. I moan with every thrust, my body swaying. I hold onto the metal safety bar, gripping it tight. I want to touch myself so I can come but I'm afraid my knees will buckle. I start to whimper in frustration. I can tell he is close and I want to join him. He stops and leans up against me, chest to back, his cock slipping out to rub against my ass. I'm breathing fast, wondering why he stopped. He rests his chin against my shoulder and whispers against my ear. His hands are still holding my hips.

"I'm going to brunch later to visit some old friends." He kisses my ear, licking the shell. I shudder, my eyes falling shut, release seems so close.

I sigh and whisper. "That's...nice..."

He smiles against my cheek. "Would you like to come?"

I open my eyes, blinking off the moisture that has collected on my lashes. I have to think for a minute about what he means. "I don't understand..."

He kisses my cheek and reaches his hand around to massage my swollen clit. I gasp out, "Oh, god, yes..."

He nestles his cock between my cheeks, rubbing lazily while bringing me to the edge. I squeeze my eyes shut, my knees buckling, I think I'm going to fall but he holds onto me.

"Easy, easy..."

I pant out, "So close, please..."

He moans. "Shh, I got you. Come for me, baby."

He bites my earlobe and I'm coming. I clench my ass with each tremor that wracks my body. He comes a moment later, spurting against my back and ass, the evidence sliding off of me and down the drain.

I turn around and wrap my arms around his waist, he holds my hips. I lazily mouth his chin until he opens his eyes and takes my mouth with his, devouring it. 

We break apart not speaking just smiling and finish our shower together.

He leaves first, after rinsing out his hair. I linger a few minutes, trying to recover. I've had sex in the shower before but this was something else. I really hadn't expected to be so receptive to sex again so soon, but with him it is different. There is a spark between us. 

I step out of the shower and grab two towels. I wrap one around myself and use the other to dry my hair. 

When I walk into the bedroom he is pulling his jeans on. They look really good on him, not too tight but snug in all the right places. I wonder at his casual attire but then remember him saying something about meeting with his friends. I let out a wolf whistle and smile when he turns around to look at me in surprise. "You look good in jeans."

He smiles lazily. "And you look good in a towel. What are you going to wear?"

I raise my eyebrows slightly. "I'm sorry?"

"You're coming with me; we talked about it in the shower."

I cock my head. "We did?"

He smirks and walks over to me. He grabs my waist and kisses me. Just a quick peck. "I asked if you'd like to come..."

I laugh, remembering my aroused confusion. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes, I could use a pleasant distraction. You'll be my date."

"All right. What would you like me to wear?"

"Well..." He slowly turns me, taking the towel off. "... I think you look great naked but the restaurant might not appreciate that. Why don't you pick something out of the closet?"

"Ok." I open the doors and find dozens of dresses, skirts, pants, shirts and shoes. I'm not used to being given supplies. Then again I've never spent a month with a client before. "Goodness, there are a lot of choices. Would the jeans and a t-shirt be all right?" I peer over my shoulder; he is perched on the bed, his arms propping him up. He is staring at my ass. Apparently I still have it after all. I clear my throat. 

"Um, sure. Anything."

I grab my choices and walk over to the bed. "What time do we have to be there?"

He licks his lips. "About an hour."

"I see. Do you think we have time for one more fuck?"

"Hmm, I think so."

I straddle his denim clad thighs and wrap my arms around his neck. He latches his mouth onto my neck and lifts me up, my arms and legs wrap around him tight. He turns me around and places me on the bed. I watch him take off his jeans and lick my lips.

******

We arrive at the Mexican restaurant 20 minutes late. The place is dead, no one but waiters and a hostess. We walk over to a table for four with one man seated with his back towards us. He is slightly pudgy with a thick head of shiny dark brown hair. He turns around when he hears us approach. He has a kind face covered in light stubble. He smiles and stands to hug my client. 

"Ah, you made it! I thought I was going to be eating alone. It's so good to see you!" 

My client breaks the embrace and gestures towards me. "David, I'd like you to meet Evelyn."

I hold out my hand and smile politely. "It's nice to meet you."

He takes my hand enthusiastically. "Likewise." He turns to my client. "So this is why you were late I assume?"

My client actually blushes. "Well, do you blame me?"

David shakes his head and laughs. It was a mix between a hearty chuckle and a giggle. "Not at all. Please, sit and relax. Ah, Liam will be a little late. He's caught in traffic."

I pause at the name Liam. Surely it is a coincidence that their friend's name is the same as my previous client's. I try to relax and focus on the menu.

My client shakes his head and grabs a menu. "No problem. Shall we wait for him or go ahead and order?"

As if on cue, my stomach growls. I want to duck underneath the table from embarrassment.

David smiles warmly at me. "I think we should order now."

I smile gratefully back and ask what everyone is getting. The waiter comes over and takes our orders and then David begins grilling my client on how we met and how long we'd been seeing each other. I bite my lip and watch as my client answers every question effortlessly without even batting an eye. I'm amazed at how well he is handling it. I am still shocked he wants me to go out in public with him; especially to see his close friends, but apparently he is warming up to me.

The waiter brings back our drinks and I take a small sip and grab a chip and dip it into the spicy salsa. I pop the small morsel into my mouth and lick the excess salsa off my finger. My client watches me with glazed eyes. I wink at him and wipe my hand with a napkin.

David catches the transaction and clears his throat, smiling at both of us. He looks at me and shakes his head. "I can't believe how much you look like Gerry."

I cock my head and look at my client. I think I know who David is referring to but I don't want to assume. "Who?" My client looks nervous and grabs a chip, popping it then quickly grabs another before glaring at David.




She Reminds Me Ch. 01



David shrugs and answers. "Gerry was...a friend. You look a lot like her in the face, and your hair color. But you're shorter, more petite..." He flinches and reaches down to grab his leg. I assume my client has just kicked him under the table. He frowns. "And I have a big mouth; I shouldn't have said anything..."

My client nods his head. "Yeah, you shouldn't have."

I smile. "No, I'm intrigued. What happened to Gerry?"

David glances over to my client who has shrugged then looks back at me. "She died in a car accident."

I nod slowly, looking at my client. "I'm sorry. You never got the chance to tell her how much you loved her."

My client meets my eyes, his are shimmering with sadness that he trusts me to see and understand. After a moment I see his eyes cloud over and he shakes his head a little before taking a long pull from his drink. "Yeah. Something like that."

David shifts uncomfortably in his seat. There is a small band in the corner and they began to play soft music. He looks over onto the dance floor then to me. "Would you care to dance, Evelyn?"

I smile but look over at my client for approval. David seems harmless but I have a jealous client to attend to. Thankfully he waved his hand at me with a wink. "Go ahead. Enjoy yourselves."

"Then I would love to, David."

"I just thought that if I kept my feet moving maybe they wouldn't get caught in my mouth."

I laugh and take his hand. We walk over to the floor and begin to sway in time. He gently puts his hands on my hips and we slow dance to the music. I comment on how good he is and he shrugs. "I can cut a rug every now and then."

"So, David. Are you seeing anybody?"

He sighs. "I just got out of a bad relationship, but I am seeing someone...nothing serious though."

I nod. "Is she hot?"

He laughs. "'He' is."

"Well, 'he's' lucky to have met you."

"You don't even know me." His expression turns hard yet he winks at me. "For all you know I could be a psycho killer. Or worse, a lawyer."

I laugh. "You're right. I don't know you. Not yet, anyway, but I have a gut feeling you're an ok guy. " 

His face breaks out with a huge smile. "Ah, well. Maybe you do know me then. By the way, I am a lawyer." He twirls me around and I laugh, but I sober up quick when I get a view of the entrance. I'm shocked to see the Liam I had hoped not to see standing in the doorway. I turn my head as quick as I can, and hope he hasn't seen me. David is still talking to me but I'm lost in thought.

"We're having fun. He's fun to be around..." David pauses when he sees my expression. "Are you ok?"

I glance back at Liam. He doesn't seem to notice me as he walks towards the table where my client sits. I lick my lips nervously and try to focus on what David is saying. "I'm sorry, what?"

He frowns. "Are you ok? You're trembling."

I smile halfheartedly and nod. "I'm fine, just hungry."

"Ah, well, let's make our way back then, shall we?"

"I think I'll go to the ladies room first. Meet you there."

"All right."

I walk quickly to the restroom and open up the last stall and shut the door behind me, leaning against it. I can't believe my bad luck. Just when I was getting comfortable with this client he ends up being friends with my last abusive one. I shudder, thinking maybe this was a setup, maybe they are in Cahoots...I shake my head and try to get a grip. Of course I can't be sure, but something tells me that this new client isn't a bad guy. He's gentle and careful. He cares about me in a physical way. I just don't think he can hurt me like Liam did.

I take a deep breath before walking out of the stall. I check my reflection. I look pale but otherwise fine. I walk back out into the restaurant towards our table. Liam is seated away from me and I am seated next to him. I decide to walk over to my client. "Would you like to introduce me?"

I see Liam's face freeze over the menu before looking up with a disbelieving face. He raises his eyebrows and looks from me to my client. 

My client looks up at me and smiles. "Evelyn, this is Liam. Liam, Evelyn."

Liam stands and offers me his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Evelyn."

I walk around to take his hand and firmly shake it. I'm not about to appear weak. He would enjoy that too much. I manage to say, "Likewise," in a cool voice before sitting next to him. 

Our meals get here and Liam orders his. It's all I can do not to choke when he says he'll have what my client's having. David looks at me with a concerned face but I smile reassuringly at him and try to force down a bite. The food is delicious but I can't seem to enjoy it. 

Liam turns to look at me and asks if he can try a bite. I feel trapped but I nod my head and slide my plate over to him. He takes his fork and slices off a piece. He looks at me as he chews; a smug look on his face. "Mmm, delicious. Maybe I should have ordered that instead."

I force a smile, my stomach churning as I watch him swallow. "I'm not sure I'll be able to finish mine, you're welcome to have what's left."

He smiles and lays a hand on my knee. "You're so generous."

I try to resist the urge to fling Liam's hand off of me. 

David clears his throat and groans. "Oh, I am stuffed. Evelyn, would you like to dance some more?"

I wasn't sure I would be able to stand, let alone dance, but I was grateful for an excuse to leave the table. "Sure, David."

I stand and follow David out on the dance floor. This time the music is a little faster and we pick up our movements. I'm impressed with his style and grace and tell him as much, he just shrugs. 

"I used to do this regularly...My ex loved it."

I nod. "Does your new boyfriend like to dance?"

David furrows his brow and shakes his head. "We've never danced...not that I don't want to. We've just never had the opportunity."

I smile. "I think you should definitely find an opportunity. You'll knock his socks off."

David laughs. It's a deep rumble this time; starting down in his belly and working its way up. It causes me to laugh. "I'll do that."

Just as I'm about to forget that Liam is here, David brings him up. "You know Liam, don't you?"

I bite my lip and try to think of how to answer.

"It's ok. I won't tell anyone. Your secret's safe. I can tell you don't like him that much."

I let out a quiet, nervous laugh. "That's an understatement."

"Ah. I thought so. Liam's a bastard. Always has been..."

I smirk up into David's kind face. "I don't really want to talk about it."

David raises his eyebrows. "Of course not. I just wanted you to know you have a friend."

"Thank you. When the time comes, I'll talk about it."

"I want you to know that we aren't really friends with Liam because we think he's a good guy, it's more because we've known each other since kindergarten."

I want to laugh; David is so sweet and considerate. It's been a long time since I've met someone like that. He reminds me of Jack. "You don't have to defend your friendship with him. He and I are only acquaintances."

A slower song starts up and I lean my head on David's shoulder, trying to calm my nerves. I close my eyes and think about New York. As I relax I can feel someone walking up towards us on the dance floor. I open my eyes expecting to see my client but I see Liam instead. He walks up behind David and taps him on the shoulder. 

"Mind if I cut in?"

I lift my head up and smile at David reassuringly. "I'm sure David could use a rest."

David frowns and reluctantly lets me go. Liam takes my hand and wraps an arm around my waist. I can't stop my heart from racing. His cologne is overpowering, and I fight the urge to cough. My eyes start to water.

He whispers into my ear. His soft, shoulder length, light brown hair tickling my cheek. "I told you we'd meet again, sweet Evie."

"Liam, does he know..."

Liam pulls back and smiles down into my face, but the smile never reaches his cool green eyes. "Of course not. He doesn't have a clue, and he never will; will he?"

I nod slowly. He grips my hand a little tighter.

"Did he tell you about Gerry?"

I wince and try to recall who he is talking about. The girl I look like. "A little."

"Well, he didn't know her like I did."

I furrow my brow. "What do you mean?"

Liam chuckled. "I'm sure he failed to mention that I was married to Gerry. And before our divorce papers were final he slept with her. He thinks I didn't love her like he did...but he's wrong."

I shake my head. If Liam was married to Gerry why did he abuse me the way he did? "Why are you two still friends?"

He leans down and whispers into my ear, "Because he feels guilty. She died in a car crash on her way back to me. You see, we were going to get back together. She was pregnant with my child."

I shudder. "You can't forgive her, can you?"

Liam's eyebrows rise. "She's dead. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Yet you chose to violate her memory."

Liam grins. "Don't give yourself too much credit, Evie. You're nothing like her."

I don't know why, but when he says that it feels like a slap in the face. The song ends and I try to break free from Liam's grip. He lets me go reluctantly and I walk back to our table. I look at my client and ask if we can go home. He nods and lays down some money to cover the bill and tip then stands. Liam walks up to him, gripping his elbow, and whispers something into his ear. My client seems to turn a shade paler and frowns. I wish I could hear what Liam's saying but I will have to wait until I get in the car to ask. 

David hugs me and kisses me on the cheek. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Evelyn."

"Thank you, David. You're a great dancer."

Liam smiles and waves, sitting down to finish his meal.

My client hugs David then walks me out the door. Once we get inside the car, I ask what Liam said to him. He shrugs and says it's nothing.

I look down to the floor, trying not to worry. Liam didn't want my client to know about us so it had to be something else. My client is quiet the entire ride back to the hotel. Once we get inside I'm surprised when he grabs my arms and presses me up against the door, kissing me hard. When he's through, I ask him breathlessly, "What was that for?"

He licks his lips and smiles. "I've wanted to do that all afternoon." He lets me go and walks towards the bed, kicking off his shoes as he goes. He sprawls out on the bed and unbuttons his shirt. "David really liked you."

I press my swollen lips together and nod. "He's a nice guy."

He smiles. "What did you think of Liam?"

I freeze in my tracks but recover and resume walking towards the bed. "He's ok." I pull my shirt over my head and join him on the bed, laying my head down on his bare chest.

"Ok? You don't like him?" I can hear a smile in his voice.

I shrug my left shoulder. "I don't know." I want to tell him the truth but I'm afraid of what he'll think of me. 

He kisses my forehead. "Well, I don't like him that much, either."

I smile and kiss his chest.

"I need to go and practice. Sound check and stuff. Do you want to come?"

"If you want me to, I will."

"All right then. Let's take a small nap and then head out around 6p.m."

"Sure." I listen to his heartbeat slow down and his breathing becoming shallow. I couldn't go to sleep. All I could think about was Liam.

*****

I watch as my client sings a beautiful song about lost love. It is slow and moving. His fingers move deftly over the ivory piano keys. His back is turned to me, so I can't see his face, but I imagine his eyes are closed. I close my eyes and listen to the slight echo of his powerful voice filling the huge empty auditorium. 

When the song is finished I walk to the dressing room and begin to undress. I want to be ready when he comes. I have just gotten down to my bra and panties when I hear someone knock. I quickly put on my red silk robe and open the door. 

When I see Liam standing there, wearing a leather jacket and dark sunglasses, I panic. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to say goodbye. I'm leaving in a few hours."

I keep my hands on the door, placing myself between the opening. "I'll let him know. Have a safe trip."

Liam laughs and tries to touch my face. I lean my head back to avoid contact. He smiles and takes off his sunglasses. "Do you really think I can leave without a goodbye kiss?"

"If you touch me I'll scream."

The smile dies on his face and my stomach drops. "No. You won't."

He grabs my arms and shoves me knocking me onto the floor, the air leaves my lungs and I gasp trying to breathe. I recover too late and he is on top of me before I can cry out, his hand covering my mouth.

"Shh...don't say a word. You're going to do exactly what I say. Understand?"

I try to shake my head but he is holding me too tightly. With his legs pinning me to the ground and his left hand still covering my mouth, he puts his right hand into his pocket and pulls out a small switchblade. He presses his knuckles against my cheek and releases the blade. "You remember this, don't you?"

I close my eyes and whimper. I begin to shake uncontrollably. I feel like I have never left his hotel room two months ago. All of my suppressed memories are rushing back. The forced rough sex, the beatings, the blood...

"It's ok, baby. I won't hurt you. Because you know better now."

I open my eyes to see his glassy green ones staring at me, boring right through me. I struggle against him but I know I won't be able to overpower him. I become limp under him and he loosens his grip on my mouth.

He looks down at my exposed legs and traces the scar on my right thigh gently with the tip of his blade. "A souvenir from last time. It turned out beautiful, Evie." He presses the blade down a little less gently and removes his hand from my mouth. "If you're good I won't make a matching one on the other side."

I nod my head, resigning to the inevitable. I just want to get this over with. "What do you want?"

Liam smiles and licks his lips. "Many things...but right now I want a blowjob. I've dreamed about your mouth, and I haven't found an equal substitute yet."

"I'm sure Freddy can find you someone who would be as good if not better than me."

He laughs. "No, Freddy won't return my calls. And besides, I want 'your' cocksucker's mouth." He stands up and I rise to my knees. I know I have no choice but to do what he says. I pray it won't take long. I know how to get him off quick. Hopefully that will be good enough.

He starts to unbutton his pants then pauses as he gets the zipper down. He cocks his head and looks me up and down. "I want you naked."

I close my eyes, swallow and nod slowly, slipping off my robe and unbuttoning my bra while kneeling. I have to stand to slide my panties off. Liam watches with a cocky smile and his eyes are dilated. He is probably drunk or high. He licks his lips and reaches out for one of my breasts. There is a knock on the door before he can touch me.

"Is anyone in there? It's David."

My eyes go wide in shock. I know this is my only chance; I have to scream. I open my mouth but Liam is quicker. He grabs me, shoving me up against the wall and kisses me.

The door opens and David walks in. "Liam? What are you...?"

Liam has the blade of his knife pressed against my back. He breaks the kiss with a smile and whispers against my ear, "Next time, love." The blade is retracted and he pushes off of me. He turns around to face David. I'm still standing against the wall, painfully aware of my nudity and how this looks. 

David shakes his head and frowns. "Evelyn? What's going on?"

Liam laughs and shakes his head. "You didn't know? Evie's a whore." He turns to wink at me. "It was a pleasure."

David stares at me in shock as Liam leaves. I feel petrified but I know I can't just stand there. I walk over to where my robe is on the floor, kneel down to pick it up and put it on as quickly as I can manage while shaking with humility and rage. I want to plead with him but I know it won't do any good. He barely knows me, yet he's been friends with Liam and my client for years. It doesn't take a genius to figure out whose side he'll choose.

David's eyes seem to soften for a moment and then he closes them. "I don't want to believe what I just saw. Please tell me this isn't what it seems."

I know I can't lie anymore. I have to come clean about who I am before explaining about my history with Liam. "I'm a prostitute. A high-end call girl. I was hired for the month..."

David's eyes open slowly and he doesn't seem shocked. He looks at me and nods. "I figured that out. Is Liam your client too?"

My stomach muscles clench and I hug my waist. "He was my last client. I didn't know that he was a...friend, or I would never have accepted this job." I step closer and swallow. "Liam was abusive and I had to force myself to get back to work after what he did to me. He came here tonight and forced himself on me with a knife." I reveal the scar on my thigh and whisper, "He said he would make a matching one on the other side if I didn't do what he wanted."

David clenches his fists and walks out the door. I'm not sure if he is angry at me or Liam, so I don't follow. I pick up my underwear and slip on my panties and bra. I lock the door and get dressed. If David tells my client what happened I'll be fired and I want to be fully clothed when that happens.

There is a knock on the door when I finish putting on my shoes. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Evelyn. Let me in."

My client sounds tired but not angry. I open the door and let him in. He smirks at me and walks over to the bar to pour himself a drink. He sits down on a stool seated in front of his vanity, takes a sip and frowns. "Why are you dressed?"

"I want to see you perform tonight. I've never seen you sing before." I try to force a smile but I know it looks faked. Thankfully he doesn't notice and laughs. I have never heard him laugh before; it is a nice surprise and makes me feel a little better.  

He sits down his drink and props his elbows on his knees. He looks up at me with a twinkle in his eyes. "I'm not a vain person...or at least I hope I'm not, but when Fred told me that, I was a little taken aback. Of course, I'm thrilled you didn't have a predisposed opinion of me before we met but...it was a reality check for me. Even though I sell millions of records and my face is plastered on every tabloid magazine, there are still people who don't know me."

"Well, you're not my first celebrity but you are my first musician." I laugh a little, but it sounds hollow to my ears. It is hard for me to pretend I wasn't just assaulted less than ten minutes ago. I'm debating telling him, but I don't want to upset him before the concert. I will tell him afterward.

"You look upset, love. What's wrong?" 

I realize that I need to be happy for him. This is going to be his last concert in L.A. I shake my head and give him a lopsided grin. "I'm just a little tired. I couldn't fall asleep earlier." I walk over to him and sit down on his knee and whisper in his ear. "You know, since this is my first time, you had better be good."

He chuckles then kisses me. "Maybe I'll get lucky tonight."

His arms wrap around my waist. I feel secure and sigh out, "If you're good...maybe." I lean my head against his shoulder, hoping to be able to enjoy the concert and dreading the inevitable argument later.

*****

I'm seated next to the stage, away from the crowd but close enough to see my client perform. He sung ten songs and the crowd was chanting, "Love song! Love song!" I assume they want him to sing a love song. I don't realize which one they are referring to until he sits down to play the piano. He has been singing fast, upbeat numbers all night but this is the first time he has sat down to play the instrument.

The crowd cheers after he plays the first chord. He pauses and the crowd goes crazy. He exhales a little into the mike. "I'm glad you want me to play this song. I actually wrote this one so, it means a lot to me."




She Reminds Me Ch. 02



This part wasn't edited/beta read by anyone . I apologize for any mistakes in grammar. 

****

I wake and she's still sleeping. She's curled around her pillow, arms folded under her head. Her breathing is soft and rhythmic. Her beauty takes my breath away. Her resemblance to Gerry is still a shock but I feel as though I know this girl in a different way. It will be hard to let her go.

Initially, when I hired her for the month, it was to help ease the pain of being in my hometown where the old memories were suppressed and left to stay when I went on tour. 

I realize now that the resemblance is only skin deep. Gerry was weak at times. She always needed persuading and encouragement. Evelyn is strong and independent. She doesn't need permission and doesn't ask for it. I didn't think I would like that, but I'm beginning to.

I hate to wake her, so I decide to write a note instead and leave it on my pillow. As I'm writing the note I feel her move. I look over and she is shifting to lie on her back. Her face takes on a worried look and her eyes move rapidly beneath her lids. I can tell she's dreaming. And from the way her mouth frowns it must not be a good one.

The sheets fall off her legs and I see the scar. It's barely visible, just a slight discoloration. I have to touch it. I trace it with the tip of my finger. I wonder how she acquired it. She mumbles something so low I can't hear. I lean down to listen. 

"Don't..."

I want to wake her and tell her she's safe but then she smiles and sighs with relief. Her arms lay relaxed at her sides and she settles back to a peaceful sleep.

I feel the strongest need to protect her but I know that's foolish. I need to talk to someone about my feelings and the only person I can think of resides at the cemetery.

****

I walk up to Gerry's grave and notice that someone's been here to visit her today. I crouch down and set my own blue hydrangeas next to the others. I can't talk for a moment but then I smile and speak as though we've never been apart. "I sang your song last night. I haven't been able to do that since..."

"She died." 

I turn around towards the angry voice and see Liam standing near a tree in the shade. "Liam. I didn't see you there."

Liam steps forward and the sun lights his face showing a few bruises and a cut lip. "Sorry I missed the concert. I would have loved to have seen you perform our song." He places a hand on the tombstone reading, "Loving Wife; Devoted Friend."

"What happened to your face?"

He grins a little and touches his cheek, wincing slightly. "This is nothing. I just trusted the wrong people."

I glance at my feet. Liam was always cryptic and never one to divulge anything unless he wanted to. "David called and told me you were leaving last night."

Liam nods. "Yes, but my trip was... delayed."

"Why are you here?"

"Don't I have a right to visit my wife's grave?" His tone is accusatory.

I nod, my throat tightens and I fight the urge to say ex-wife. Although the divorce wasn't final, they were separated before she died. I swallow down my bitterness towards Liam. I know he loved her. Almost as much as I did. "Of course. I'll leave."

Liam raises his arms in a flagrant fashion. "No! Stay! But don't act like I'm an idiot. I knew what was going on between you and Gerry and I also know what's going on with you and Evelyn. But just like with Gerry... I had her first."

He had to know about Gerry. But Evelyn? "What are you talking about?"

He just smiles as I watch him drop a padded manila envelope on Gerry's grave and then he leaves.

I reach down in a daze and open it, taking out an untitled DVD. I twirl it around in my hands wondering what it could be. I trace the engraving of Gerry's name on the marble headstone. "Gerry, I miss you so much. Everyday I think what if you had stayed with me that night instead of getting in your car and leaving me. I know I can't dwell on the past, and... I know you want me to move on. I've met someone. She looks a lot like you but she's not you... She's..."

As I say the words out loud, I realize how pathetic I sound. "At first I was using her to get over you, but I've become attached to her. I don't know if she feels the same, but I needed to tell you." I kiss my fingertips and press them against the tombstone. "Goodbye, love."

I get in my car and drive to the hotel. The DVD weighs heavily in my mind, sitting next to me on the passenger seat. Nothing Liam ever gave me was with good intentions. 

When I get inside my suite, I sit down on the couch and put the DVD into my laptop. It takes a moment to read but when it plays the sound is way too loud. I adjust the volume and look up to see Evelyn and Liam making love on the screen. At first I want to yell with rage, but all I can do is feel icy coldness creeping in just like when Gerry died. I knew what Evelyn was when I hired her. I should have known. But it still feels like a stab in the back.

As the two of them are rutting like animals, I see Liam smiling cruelly, he glances over at the screen. It's as if he's looking right at me. When he comes he says Gerry's name. 

"What are you watching?"

I close my laptop and look up to see her wearing my white shirt I wore at the concert last night. When I look her in the eyes, I see her smiling. She doesn't deserve to have Gerry's smile. I want to slap it off of her face. I take a deep breath and close my eyes before saying, "Evelyn, I would like you to leave."

After a few moments of silence, I look up. Her smile fades but she doesn't seem surprised. She uncrosses her legs and folds her arms around her waist. "May I ask why?"

I knew she would ask, but I still hate having to explain how she ruined everything. "I don't like being lied to. I think I told you that our first night together."

Her eyebrows furrow. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I sigh. Now I'm beginning to reconsider slapping her. "You never told me Liam was your client." The look of shock on her face is almost enjoyable. 

"He told you."

"Yes and he has a DVD collection." I slide the DVD out of the computer and throw it at her feet.

Her face is almost as white as my shirt as she looks down at it. She swallows. "Did you see everything?"

I narrow my eyes. I don't understand why she is asking me that. "I watched enough to hear him call you, Gerry. Were you laughing at me this whole time?"

She looks at me with shock. "No! If I had known Liam was...

I shake my head. I don't need to hear more lies. "Pack your stuff up and leave now!"

She nods. "Ok. I'll go."

I was expecting more of a fight, but she seems detached. I feel like I'm not getting through to her. I have to add, "I wish I had let you go that first night."

That seems to break her. Her eyes look resigned. She smiles sadly. "Me too."

*****

As I'm packing my things I hear him leave. I only have the red robe to pack; the rest is what I was wearing that first night; a pale green dress and my underwear, and now I'm wearing them home.

I won't cry. Even though his words hurt me more than I thought they would. I knew this was coming; albeit sooner than I expected. 

I call Freddy and ask him to send a driver. He's surprised but doesn't ask any questions. I'm sure he'll have plenty when I get there.

I walk out into the living room and spot the DVD on the floor. I decide to take it with me, to see just how much he saw. 

I take the elevator down and look at my reflection. My face is pale and my eyes are bloodshot. I look like hell; but I know I can find some comfort in knowing that this is my last day working.

*****

When I arrive in New York three and a half weeks later I'm not in the best state of mind. Jack told me I should have waited until my feelings were mended, and I almost wish I had. But I was leaving my cares behind and leaving it up to the city to work its magic on my heart. 

I see all the typical sites in a week's time; Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, and Time Square. I enjoy it but I'm alone, and even though I should be happy that I'm finally 'free,' I want someone to share it with.

I call Jack after a Broadway musical, needing someone to talk with about it, but all I get is his voicemail. This usually means he's working. I decide not to leave a message and try not to feel jealous. 

I don't regret retiring. Even though I loved my job; it is a relief not to sleep with a stranger every night; never knowing what the demands will be. 

At the insistence of a couple of locals, I try a club located below a hotel called, "Renaissance." The place is packed and I amuse myself dancing in a sea of people for an hour before taking a break and getting a drink at the bar. I see a cute guy checking me out at the end of the bar. I'd turned down half a dozen guys already tonight; and I was prepared to do the same with him, but something made me want to reconsider. I decide to avoid eye contact and watch the people on the dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye I see him walk over to me. Just as I am finishing my drink and turn to order another, he hands me a vodka tonic and whispers in my ear, "My name's Paul. What's yours?"

I look up into his hazel eyes. They are smoldering and I can feel myself getting lost in them. His hair is medium in length and a wavy black. He's wearing an ivory, long-sleeved t-shirt which is a nice contrast against his light brown skin. "Evelyn. How did you know what I was drinking?"

He smiles and his whole face lights up. "I'm very observant. I've never seen you here before, Evelyn. Where are you from?"

"L.A. I'm here on vacation. Are you a local?"

"Half the time. How long are you staying?" He sits next to me and I smell the clean scent of soap and aftershave. 

I sip my drink nervously. It's been a long time since I've solicited clients myself and even longer since I've picked guys up for fun. "A few more days. Where do you spend the other half of your time?"

"Vancouver. I prefer it here though."

I smile and take another sip of my drink. I stare at it for a second trying to collect my thoughts.

"You seem sad, Evelyn. Do you want to talk?"

I'm shocked by his intuitiveness and look up at him with a reassuring smile. "Just a bad breakup. I don't want to talk about it. Are you single?"

He smiles. "I don't usually hit on beautiful women when I'm seeing someone."

I laugh and finish my drink. "Just the ugly ones then?"

He laughs. "You caught me. Can I get you another one?"

I lick my lips and decide to take him up on the offer. "Sure."

He turns to order another and I watch the dance floor and start swaying a little to the music.

"Would you like to dance?"

I smile. "Sure.

We walk out onto the floor and I wrap my arms around his neck. He loosely holds onto my hips. A slow song is playing and we sway to the music, staring at each other's eyes. I play with the ends of his soft hair.

After a few minutes, Paul leans in and whispers into my ear, "You're the most beautiful woman here tonight."

Instead of laughing off the compliment for the tacky line that it is, I decide to accept it and kiss him softly on the lips. He reciprocates by combing his fingers through my hair and deepens the kiss leaving me feeling a little lightheaded. 

"You're a good kisser," I breathe against his cheek.

He rests his forehead against mine. "So I've been told."

The song ends and I lead him by the hand back to the bar to finish our drinks. I drink my glass half empty and watch him sip his beer. I feel myself beginning to relax. The drink is even better than the last. I sip the last half slowly, savoring it. 

"Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask if you would like to come upstairs?"

I swallow down the rest of my drink and bite the bullet. This is a nice guy but I have my reservations. I smile at him shyly. "I wouldn't want you to think I was promiscuous."

He grins and his eyes twinkle with a devilish gleam. "You act as if that were a bad thing." He sets his beer down and grasps my chin gently. His eyes are serious. "I wouldn't tell a soul if you were for the honor of having you in my bed."

I raise my eyebrows and lick my lips. "You don't kiss and tell?"

"Never." He leans down and brushes his lips against mine. When he pulls back his eyes are so intense they pull me in. I feel dizzy.

He whispers in my ear, "We don't have to do anything. Let's just see what happens."

I close my eyes and grab his arms, whispering into his ear "Okay."

He kisses me and takes my hand leading me upstairs. He opens the first door and I walk inside behind him. I'm surprised at how nice it is. It must have cost a pretty penny. We sit down at a small table with a nice view of the bed. I bite my lip and look at him. He's studying my face, he seems calm. It's so quiet away from the music. There's a faint rhythm pounding outside. I tap my fingers nervously on the table in time. I don't know what to say. I open my mouth to try to speak but he does first.

His voice is rich and deep with a slight New York accent. "Again, we don't have to do anything." 

I know if I don't I'll regret it. I grab his hand. "Do you have condoms?"

He exhales out a quiet laugh and that gleam is back in his eyes. He squeezes my hand. "Of course."

I stand up. "I'm going to freshen up."

He licks his lips and nods. "Ok."

I walk to the bathroom and close the door, leaning against it. I take a deep breath and look in the mirror. I look scared shitless. Definitely not like a woman who does this for a living. I laugh quietly at myself and turn the faucet on. I splash some cold water on my face and reach for the towel. My cheeks are slightly flushed and my lips are blood red. I've never used makeup. It gets in the way. I try to summon up some courage as I smooth down my gray dress. I know I'm attractive, but I still doubt my abilities in the sack even after all this time.

As I turn I feel the floor move under me. I grip the edge of the sink as quickly as I can to steady myself but I still feel like I'm falling. My heart is racing and I'm beginning to sweat. I grip the doorknob and open it to call for help but all I can do is let out a strangled sob as I fall to the ground. My body won't respond to my commands to get up. I hear Paul walk over towards me. I look up but it isn't Paul. I try to scream but a tiny whimper escapes instead.

"Hello, Evie. I knew I'd find you." Liam squats down next to me and grabs my chin. "You're probably wondering what's going on. You see, my friend Paul owed me one so he seduced you, drugged you and handed you over to me. You're going to fall asleep soon so I'll make this quick." He leans down close to my face and whispers against my cheek, "I'm going to fuck you and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."

His wicked smile hovering over me is all I can see before I black out.

*****

I'm staring at the ivory keys of my piano at my apartment in L.A. in a daze. I've been working on the same song for four and a half weeks stuck on the same line in the same verse since...

I was just starting to write again the first night we were together. While watching her sleep I wrote two love songs. I wasn't able to write since Gerry died and whether or not I'm willing to admit it, I miss Evelyn. Yes, she slept with Liam; but it's not like she can choose who she sleeps with. She's a prostitute, nothing more. I should never have felt feelings for her. If I can have her back, maybe I can finish this album and then she will be out of my life forever.

I pick up the phone and call Fred. He picks up on the third ring. His voice is a little annoyed but he doesn't hang up on me. "What do you want?"

I swallow hard and try to think of the best way to approach the matter. "Hey, Fred, I was wondering if I could speak with Evelyn. I want her back, if she agrees. I was wrong and I'm sorry for the trouble I caused. I'll pay you the original price and more..." I stop when Fred laughs.

"You stupid little rock star. You think if you just throw money at a problem it will go away. Well, Evelyn doesn't work here anymore. She's retired. And if you think I will give you her number you're out of luck."

I stare at the phone in shock. I can't believe she's retired. Fred has to be lying. I lick my lips nervously and place the phone back against my ear. "I don't expect you to give me her number, but I was hoping you would give her mine. If I don't here from her I'll just assume she isn't interested."

I hear Fred sigh. "I wouldn't wait by the phone if I were you."

After hanging up I feel a little hopeful. At least he didn't say he wouldn't give her my number. 

I decide to call David. The L.A. concerts are over and I need to get back to New York for a few days. He picks up on the third ring. His breath is shallow and his voice is deep. "Yes?"

I smile. "Am I interrupting something, David? 

David laughs. "Almost. So, make it quick."

"I wanted to know if you would like to join me on the plane to New York."

David exhales into the phone and speaks somewhat apologetically, "I don't think I can. But we could have a drink at the airport before you leave?"

I frown. I really hoped he would join me. "Nah, I'm going to leave right away. You'll visit, right?"

David laughs. "Of course. I have an office there you know."

"Sure. Well, I'll see you when I see you."

"Have a safe flight."

I hang up and pack my bags. I should make it to New York City by midnight. Just in time to hit my favorite club. 

****

When I arrive I tell my driver to go straight to the club. My luggage is in the trunk but I don't care. I can unpack later. 

The club is packed. In my jeans and T-shirt, I blend in easily. As I walk over to the bar, I look up at the stairs to see who is getting lucky tonight. 

I have to do a double take, but I know it's her. I see Evelyn just as she's walking up the stairs with an attractive guy. I'm jealous and angry. Fred lied to me. She is still working. I want to follow them and punch the guy's lights out, but I know it won't change anything. Evelyn's not Gerry; she's just a whore. 

Before I walk out of the club, I spot Liam sitting at a table in the back. He's watching me. He winks and raises his glass in a mock salute with a smirk. I'm not exactly sure what he is saluting, but I have an idea. I don't want to talk to him about Evelyn or Gerry, so I walk through the door down the back alley just as it starts to rain. I look up at the pouring heavens and smile. This is the first time the weather matches my mood perfectly. The raindrops mingle with my angry tears as I walk to my apartment.

****

Fred is just getting to bed when he hears the phone ring. It's six in the morning and he is pissed. "Hello?"

"Is this Fred Pearce?"

Fred sighs heavily. "Yes, who is this?"

"I'm sorry to wake you so early in the morning. Officer Jeremy Tate, I'm with the New York City Police Department. Evelyn Myers is in critical condition at Saint Mary's Hospital. Your number was listed in her address book as her family."

Fred closes his eyes and clenches his fist. Several horrible images plague his mind. Including one real memory he will never forget. "How did she get hurt? Will she be okay?"

The officer clears his throat. "I'm not exactly sure on all the details but I don't think she's doing so well. Can you fly out here so we can talk about it?"

"Of course. Can I have a number to reach you at when I get there?"

"Absolutely."

Fred reaches for a pad of paper and pen and writes the number down. "Thank you, Officer."

Fred packs his bags and calls his airport then he calls Jack.

Jack picks up on the first ring, wide awake. "Hello?"

Fred shakes his head. "Jack, you're awake at this god awful hour?"

Jack laughs. "Of course. I'm working, remember? What's up?"

Fred sighs. "It's Eve. She's been hurt, and they won't tell me how until I get there. I'm flying out to New York now. I thought you might want to join me."




She Reminds Me Ch. 02



Jack gasps. "Oh, fuck! Of course. I'll meet you at the airport."

****

David's watching Jack's face as he talks on the phone. He admires his beauty and easy smile. But, suddenly the smile turns into a frown, and he's getting out of bed, blissfully naked, but worried and scared. 

"I'll meet you at the airport."

David frowns as he catches the tail end of Jack's conversation. They're supposed to sleep in and order room service. David can't stop the annoyance from carrying into his voice. "What's going on, Jack?"

Jack closes his cell phone and starts to put his clothes on. He's shaking. "That was an old friend. He just told me that my best friend was hurt in New York. I need to see her."

David immediately regrets thinking so selfishly. "I'll go with you."

Jack looks up from putting on his shoe. His face is skeptical but hopeful. "Really, David?"

David jumps out of bed and starts to get dressed. "Yes. Just fill me in on the way to the airport."

Jack rushes over to David and kisses him hard. David feels lightheaded afterward. "What was that for?"

Jack shakes his head. "For being so caring."

David makes a decision to never let this man go, and whispers, "Well, I care about you." 

Jack looks up at David and smiles. His eyes are glistening. "I care about you too."

****

I'm looking over some music I've just written at 1 p.m. I couldn't sleep last night, so I wrote. The song is dark and moody, but I like it. It took me twelve hours to write, but it was restorative. I feel like I'm able to move on. I don't know if my record label will like my new material, but I will cross that bridge when I come to it. 

I yawn and rise from my desk to try and take a nap when the doorbell rings. I stretch and walk over to my front door. I look at my video screen and see that it is David. I open the door with a smile. "I can't believe you actually came! Why didn't you call me?"

As David walks into my apartment, I notice his disheveled appearance. "I think you should sit down."

I frown as I follow him into the breakfast nook. We sit down and I see his face in the harsh light. He looks worried. "You're killing me, Dave, what's wrong?"

"As your lawyer I need to ask you where you've been for the past twelve hours."

"What? Why are you asking me that?"

David's face gets red, and he raises his voice in annoyance. "Dammit, just answer the question!"

I swallow in fear. David doesn't get this angry. "I was here. All night. From 1a.m. on."

David nods. "Were you at the 'Renaissance' club at all last night?"

I furrow my brow and rub my hands through my short hair, trying to figure out this line of questioning. "Yes, around midnight. But I left before 1 a.m." My mind races as I put the pieces together... I don't want to believe...

David takes my hand, but I jerk it free and stand up. "What the fuck is going on, David? Talk to me!"

David's face is pale and he's frowning. "Sit back down and I'll tell you everything."

I sit down reluctantly, staring at David's somber face.

David rubs his hands over his face. "It's Evelyn. She's in critical condition at St. Mary's hospital. You can't go there so don't even think about it. 

"She was attacked at the 'Renaissance.' last night. I know you didn't do it, but I needed to ask because the police are going to be all over you."

I want to scream because I could have stopped this. "I saw her. She was with a client. Oh, god, David. And then I saw Liam. He was gloating..."

David seems to be digesting this information unsurprised. "I know she was a call girl and you hired her for the L.A. tour. I talked with her before your second show. Liam was forcing himself on her that night and I walked in on them. She told me that she had been abused by him when he was her client. I caught Liam before he could leave and we fought. He admitted that he is obsessed with her, but I told him to stay away. Apparently he didn't"

I flinch. "Are you saying Liam did this? Because Evelyn was with another man."

David answers calmly, "I don't know who that man is, but I would assume that he wouldn't have been able to stop Liam."

David sighs. "I didn't want to tell you this for the same reason you didn't tell me about Evelyn... I'm with someone who's in the same line of work as her, and he is her closest friend. He told me there is no doubt in his mind that Liam did this. He told me why you fired her, but he knows you'd never hurt her. I told him you would never hurt her."

I'm clenching my fists so hard I can feel the skin of my palms being pierced by my fingernails. "Please tell me the police have him in custody."

David looks at me with a sympathetic frown. "They can't really do anything without a witness account. Are you willing to tell them what you told me?"

I stand immediately. "Of course. Let's go."

David stands and takes my shoulder. "You'll need to be prepared for them to turn on you. People saw you at the club last night. "

I nod with determination. "I'll cooperate however I can so that they can take me off the suspect list. And then they will catch Liam... or else I will."

****

Fred and Jack have been allowed to visit Evelyn for a few minutes. Fred curses under his breath when he sees her bruises and leg; bandaged from the knee up to her mid-thigh. She's hooked up to so many machines it's hard to recognize her.

There was a deep gash on her thigh. The doctor told them she would be sore for a few weeks.

Jack sobs into his hand and shakes his head. "Oh, fuck, Fred. How could he do it again?"

Fred frowns. He didn't have an answer for that. But he knew if Evie didn't wake back up that son of a bitch would pay. "We better get going, Jack."

Jack walks over to her bedside and gently takes her left hand. "Evelyn, I know you can hear me. Please know that I love you, and want you back as soon as possible. You have to show me around New York. I miss you so much." He bent down to kiss her forehead, and left the room. 

Fred walks over and pats Evelyn's left hand gently. "You will make it, sweetheart."

****

I've just come home from the police station. David is sitting next to Jack who is still emotional. David is rubbing his back in slow circles trying to comfort him. I'm pacing the floor of my apartment. Fred is standing by the bar helping himself to a drink. I pause and watch him pour the brandy, replaying the questions over in my mind. 

David had prepared me for the worst, but I wasn't prepared for them to show me the photos of her body lying on the bed; naked and bleeding, cash thrown over her as an afterthought. They wanted to rile me up, and they succeeded. I made a scene, saying some awful things I didn't mean. David tried his best to calm me down, but I wouldn't listen.

By the end of the interview I was beat; emotionally and physically. They couldn't arrest me because the bartender said he saw me leave around the time I said I did. The bartender also gave a detailed description of the man Evelyn was with, and it matched what I described. 

They let me go after four hours, and said they would look into Liam's involvement; but I wasn't sure I could believe them. 

Fred looks at me and then hands me the drink he just made. I must look like I need one. He gives me a half smile and shakes his head sympathetically. "I was wrong about you. You really care about her. I know it won't be easy; but you will have to distance yourself. We all have to let her go eventually. Even me."

I down the drink, savoring the burn in my throat. My voice is rough from the alcohol and my emotions. I ignore Fred's statement. I refuse to think about leaving her. "How did you meet Evelyn?"

Fred squints up at the ceiling for a moment; I assume to dredge up old memories. He pours himself a small drink and looks at me. "She was barely fourteen and selling herself out in the rain. I had no idea how she got there but she was on my turf. I had to either scare her away or hire her.

"She was scared already, so I knew it wouldn't take much to make her leave; but I was captivated by her. She was shivering and her teeth chattered when she spoke. I agreed to double her price if she'd come home with me. She agreed somewhat reluctantly. I paid her when she got in my car and we talked on the drive home."

I look at Fred closely. He's in his fifties. He's in good shape. Salt and pepper hair, cut close. No facial hair. His clothes are casual but sophisticated. If I didn't know his profession, I'd think he was a businessman on vacation. His eyes are bloodshot. Probably from crying. He takes a sip of the brandy and continues with a frown on his lips. 

"She had run away from her foster parents. She didn't say they were abusive but I figured they were. She had been living on the street for two weeks. They never even filed a missing persons report.

When we got home I fed her and told her to get cleaned up. She fell asleep in the bathtub." Fred chuckles at the memory. "Even if I had intended to get my money's worth; she would have been of no use to me that night."

I absorb this new information about Evelyn. "So, you employed her at fourteen?"

Fred glares at me before shaking his head. "No, I didn't. She started when she was seventeen. And I didn't really want her to then, but she started taking over for some of my other girls when they were sick behind my back."

"She must think of you as a father."

Fred shrugs and sips his drink. I pour myself another. He looks at me with a sad smile. "When men see her they see a fantasy; their dream girl come to life. When I look at Evelyn, I see a shivering little girl, scared out of her mind. I will always see that little girl; no matter how tempting she is."

I nod and look over to David and Jack. Jack looks at Fred and smiles then he looks at me. "Would you like to know how I met Evelyn?"

I nod, remembering Jack kissing Evelyn the first night they were together. "Sure."

"We're a few years apart. I was seventeen and she was twenty-one. She was ahead of me in line to get into this posh club. She was drop-dead gorgeous in a skintight blood red dress that barely covered her up. She intimidated me but I also felt that she was approachable enough for me to talk to her.

"I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around and just glared at me. Eventually she said, 'What do you want?' I asked her if she would say I was with her so the doorman would let me in. She asked if I was twenty-one; I lied. She smiled knowingly and said she would let me in with her if I got her drinks. I agreed. When we got in she had me order her a vodka tonic and said, 'Get yourself a coke, baby.' By the time I got back with our drinks, there were five guys hitting on her. I squeezed through them and handed her the drink. She winked at me, took a sip then said, 'If you want me, fellas, you'll have to call me another night. This is my date.' A couple of them were insulted and left, but the rest took her number down.

"I had my suspicions but I wasn't sure she was a prostitute. After they all left, she asked me how long I'd been working. I told her two months. I asked her how she knew and she whispered in my ear, 'A pro always knows.' 

"She told me she wasn't working tonight she just wanted to have fun and we did. We didn't leave until 3 a.m."

I smile thinking about her and Jack out partying the night away. I feel the need to open up to these two new friends, but I bite my tongue. "Thank you for telling me about her. I wish I had something to share, but it would probably be too graphic anyway." 

Jack chuckles. "Probably."

Fred's cell rings and he answers it with a solemn face after reading the caller I.D. "This is Fred. Yes? Really? All right, I'll be there shortly."

Jack stands up. "What is it, Fred?"

Fred clears his throat and looks to heaven then looks at me with a smile. "It's Evelyn, she's awake."

****

When I wake up I feel like I'm in a dream. I recognize my surroundings immediately. I was here before. Not that long ago. I hear beeping coming from my right and I notice the monitor. I look down at my body, swathed in white and close my eyes. I try to call out but I can't make the words. I press the nurses call button on my bed and wait patiently for someone to come. Finally a nurse shows up and looks surprised. "Oh! Let me get the doctor." She leaves me and I try to move my legs but my right one isn't responding. I look down and see the bandages wrapped around my thigh. Bile rises up my throat but I swallow it down. I whisper hoarsely, "This is exactly like before."

****

After talking to the doctor about my condition I feel numb. He said he called Freddy and that he was on his way, but that seems like hours ago. I reach for my ice chips and chew slowly. My jaw feels bruised and my throat is raw. Every bone in my body is aching. I press the morphine dispenser for the second time in half an hour. It doesn't seem to be helping.

I hear my door being opened and I look up thinking it's Freddy, instead it's a nurse and a police officer. He smiles, but it's forced. 

"Evelyn, this is Officer Jeremy Tate with the New York City Police Department. He has a few questions for you if you feel up to it."

I lick my lips and say, "Okay."

The nurse leaves and Officer Tate takes a seat next to my bed. He's tall and I feel small with him sitting so close; but when he speaks, he seems genuinely sympathetic.

"I want to apologize ahead of time if these questions seem a bit personal."

I nod and grab a fistful of linen. "Are you going to ask if I'm a prostitute?"

He swallows somewhat nervously. "Yes."

I look him in the eye. My voice sounds gravelly but the anger gets through. "You won't believe me, but I've been retired for about a month now."

He nods. "Money was scattered around you on the bed when we found you."

I sigh and look up at the ceiling. "Someone was playing a cruel joke I guess."

He frowns and writes something down in his pad. "Do you remember the man you were with last night?"

I bite my lip, trying to recall the evening. "Yes. His name was Paul, or at least that's what he told me his name was... He bought me a couple drinks. We went up to the hotel room and I blacked out. That's all I remember."

"Could you describe him to a sketch artist?"

I nod. "Yes."

"One more thing. Your previous client was brought in for questioning and he said that a former client of yours was at the club that night. Do you remember anyone else?"

"If you are referring to Liam, no. But, he's done this before."

"Yes, that's why I needed to be sure you didn't see him that night."

I make eye contact with the officer. "I was drugged, I can't remember. But, officer, would you think that a complete stranger would go to this kind of trouble just to sleep with me? He could have had me without the drugs. And I didn't even ask for money." 

"We will do everything we can to find who did this to you. Thank you for your time, Evelyn. I'll send someone in later today for that sketch."

"All right, thank you, officer."

After Officer Tate leaves I feel drained. I fall asleep waiting for Freddy with my hands clenched in frustration.

****

Fred walks through the door and sees Evelyn asleep on the hospital bed. He turns to the nurse. "Is she all right?"

She nods. "Yes, she's probably just exhausted after talking with the doctor and the police officer."

Fred nods and walks to the side of the bed. Jack is close behind. Jack's voice is soft. "Evelyn, we're here for you. You can sleep if you want, but we need to know you're ok." He gently brushes the hair from her eyes.

Evelyn's eyes open slowly. "Jack?"

Fred smiles. "I'm here too."

Evelyn smiles slowly and looks up at them both. "I'm so glad you're both here."

Fred's smile fades and he asks her with anger in his voice. "Do you know who did this to you?"

Evelyn shakes her head. "I can't remember anything. But, my leg reminds me of Liam."

Fred takes Evelyn's hand. "I want you to stay with me for awhile. Until you're back on your feet."

Evelyn smiles. "I'd like that. Thank you."

Fred smiles and nods to Jack. "I'll be outside."

Jack nods and sits down on the bed and kisses her on the cheek. "They'll catch that motherfucker."

Evelyn sighs, "It doesn't matter. I can't remember anything. And even if I did..."

Jack cuts her off. "Don't say that. You know he did this. Don't doubt yourself."

She nods looking down at the sheets. Jack lifts her face up with a finger under her chin. "Fred didn't want me to tell you this, but... Your singer was there that night. He saw Liam there."

Evelyn's eyes close. "That's what the cop said."

"I know this is a lot to think about. Please get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

Evelyn falls asleep just as Jack closes the door.

****

It takes a week before I'm able to go home. I feel odd living with Fred without working. I rarely leave the house without Fred tagging along. I know he's only trying to protect me, but I need my space. 

Fred's house is full of beautiful girls. Some work for Fred, other's work for themselves. I help some women pick out clothes, others with their makeup and hair. Sometimes, I just talk to them to ease their discomforts. It gives me something to focus on and I enjoy it.

I decide to sneak out of the house one afternoon when Fred is away. I planned this a week in advance, scheduling the hair appointment making sure Fred would be away for at least three hours. 

I have a hard time not looking over my shoulder to check to see if I'm being followed. The taxi stops in front of the beauty parlor and I pay the driver. I walk inside the store and am greeted warmly by the owner. She has me sit down and look over some different hairstyles. I know what I want, but I casually browse while she tells me how beautiful my hair is. I thank her and come across a short bob. "This is what I want."

She raises her eyebrows. "You want me to chop off all of this beautiful hair? I don't know if I can do that. Are you sure?"

"Yes, please. I just really need a change."

She gives me a small smile. "All right. But I have to warn you this is going to make you look completely different."

I smile at her reflection in the mirror in front of me as she wraps a cover around me. "I hope so."

****

When I get back to the house Fred is there and he's furious. I didn't expect him home so soon. "Freddy, please! I'm a grown woman. I need to be able to get out on my own again."

While I say this his face freezes in shock. "What the fuck did you do to your hair?"

I smile. "I got it cut. Don't you love it?"

Fred walks up to me lifts his hand to the hair around my ear. "I hate it! But, it's not like your working anymore. You can look ugly if you want to."

I laugh. "Thanks a lot."

Fred sighs and smiles. "Sorry, it's just... You know how I feel about short hair."

I nod and roll my eyes. "It's not feminine, I know. But I needed a change."

His eyes seem to lose their hardness and he hugs me. "I love you no matter what, baby."

This is the first time since New York that I have to fight back tears. "I love you too, Freddy."

As we break up he grabs my hand. "I just got off the phone with Officer Tate. He said they found Paul."

"Oh, what did Officer Tate say."

"Paul was reluctant to cooperate at first but he finally admitted Liam's involvement. Look, Liam's still out there. He's going to be looking for you. Tate said you need to be careful until they find him. So, no more hair appointments without me, all right?"

I force a smile. "Right." I know I should feel relieved that the police are finally looking for him, but somehow I just feel more scared. "I need to take a shower, and I think I'll turn in early. I'm exhausted after my little excursion."

Fred frowns. "You need to eat something. I doubt you've had any lunch."




She Reminds Me Ch. 02



"I ate a sandwich before going out, I'm fine."

Fred shrugs and kisses my cheek. "All right then. Sleep well."

****

Jack calls me up and tells me to meet him at this bar we hang out at. I don't want to go at first, but I know he won't let me get out of it. We haven't seen each other for a couple of weeks and I owe him a drink at least. 

I talk it over with Freddy, who agrees to drop me off. The place is packed. I feel lightheaded and shaky. My mouth is dry and sweat beads on my upper lip. I close my eyes and force myself to calm down. When I feel a hand on my arm I jerk away and open my eyes with a start. I see David frowning at me.

"Evelyn, are you okay?"

I'm relieved to see David but also angry that I won't have Jack to myself tonight. I swallow and nod slowly. "I'm fine, David. Where's Jack?"

David seems puzzled. "I don't know. Are you meeting him here tonight?"

Now I'm completely confused. "Yes, he said to meet him here. You're not with him?"

David smiles. "We don't spend every waking minute together, you know."

I laugh. "Well, I thought he would have told you where he was."

David frowns thoughtfully. "No, I never asked."

I wink at him. "Maybe you should keep better tabs on him. You might lose him."

David laughs. "I love your hair by the way. I almost didn't recognize you."

I smirk at him. "What gave me away?"

David smirks back. "Jack told me about your hair, so I knew when I saw your lovely figure I'd recognize the new do."

I raise my eyebrows. "Ah, I see. Well, I'm going to go over to the bar. If you see your lover tell him."

David raises his drink. "Sure thing."

As I make my way to the bar I feel ten times better after talking with David. Once I get to the bar I turn around and gauge my surroundings. There has to be at least a hundred people here. I don't know why it's so crowded on a Thursday night. Usually Jack and I have the place to ourselves. I start to feel annoyed that Jack is running late. I don't like being alone in crowds. Especially after New York. I hear the crowd start to applaud. I look up at the stage and see a small band setting up. A keyboard, drums and microphone stand are all I see. 

The crowd starts to chant a name and I can't make it out at first but then it hits me. I look around the room frantic. I mutter under my breath, "Where the fuck are you, Jack?"

Just as I'm about to walk towards the exit Jack appears in front of me. "Hey, Evelyn! Were you waiting long?"

I glare at him. "You set me up didn't you?"

His eyebrows knit together. "What are you talking about?"

I laugh and point to the stage. "He's singing here tonight. "

Jack looks to the stage and back at me. His eyes soften and he grabs my shoulders. "I'm sorry. We can leave if you want to."

I look over at the stage the spotlight focuses on the microphone stand. I don't understand why he would perform here at a small bar. I'm too curious to leave. I turn to Jack. "We'll stay, but you buy the drinks."

He smiles coyly and whispers, "I knew you'd stay."

I glare at him. "If you ever trick me like this again, I'll tell David your most ticklish spots."

His face sobers up slightly. "Point taken."

I wink and look back on the stage. I see him at the microphone. Adjusting it slightly to accommodate his height. He's wearing jeans and a black T-shirt. He looks average; not the rock star I saw a few months earlier. The light makes his face seem pale and the stubble on his chin and cheeks stand out. His eyes look tired as if he hasn't slept in days. I haven't asked about him since the day I got back home. Even though we once shared a bed, I feel cut off from him.

He keeps his eyes down while speaking against the mike, "I want to share some new material with you tonight. There won't be any love songs."

I hear a few groans and awes but they are quickly overshadowed but the whoops and hollers of more supportive fans. 

He clears his throat and looks over at the keyboard player and gives him a nod. As a few notes are played I start to feel nervous for him.

As he sings he closes his eyes. I close my eyes too and try to listen with an open mind. I haven't heard his music since we were together. There is a difference from this song and the love song I fell in love with, but this song has it's own strengths. I try to focus on the words and it makes me gasp at the vivid picture it paints of a girl trapped in an abusive relationship. I open my eyes to see him looking at me. The expression on his face is painful. I have to look away. I see Jack looking at me and I try to smile but I end up shaking my head. He reaches over and grabs my hand. 

There's no doubt in my mind that he's talking about Gerry. After the song is finished I look back on stage and see him staring back down. The crowd is applauding. He seems uncomfortable with the praise but smiles and mutters thank you into the mike.

I whisper to Jack to order me a dirty martini. He nods and turns around to order. While he's ordering I look up on the stage and see that he's sitting at the keyboard. He adjusts the mike and looks out at the crowd to the right of me. 

"I want to warn you it's not going to get any happier ladies and gentlemen." A few people laugh and others holler, "We love you!"

I smile. Jack hands me the drink. "Enjoying yourself?"

I take a sip and pick up the skewer with olives and pearl onions. "Maybe." I pull off an olive with my teeth and chew then look back on stage.

The beat to this song is a little faster and intense. I set my drink on the bar table behind me. His arms shake while he beats out the chords on the keyboard. His eyes are closed so I close mine again. The words are more cryptic this time. I have to play them over in my mind before I realize what he's saying. I catch hints of betrayal and hurt but he's not being specific on how. I open my eyes and see him looking to my right. The song ends and the crowd applauds. He smiles and mutters thank you again.

I grab my drink and take a couple of sips while he adjusts his sheet music. I look over at Jack and he's drinking a glass of wine and looking to the left of the stage. I look over there and see David sitting close to the stage keeping an eye on the room.  

I look around and notice the place seems even more crowded than when I first got here. I begin to feel another anxiety attack coming on. Jack scoots closer to me and wraps an arm around me protectively. I turn my head and kiss him on the cheek. He smiles at me and whispers in my ear, "Are you all right?"

I sigh and nod, looking back on the stage. "Yes. Thank you."

He isn't playing music, just singing slowly into the microphone. The first verse is simple to understand. He's expressing his affection for a girl. When he starts to play the keyboard and sing, the chorus seems more poignant and is about letting her go. He starts singing the second verse and it's about finding someone new, yet not being able to find someone to match up. The bridge talks about holding onto the past and never seeing a future. He finishes with the chorus and I feel somewhat heartbroken. 

The crowd applauds and he nervously stands up and takes a small bow before going up to the standing microphone. 

"Thank you for listening. If you like my new stuff please look for my new CD due next month."

He bows again and leaves through a back door. David follows him. Jack squeezes my arm. "What did you think?"

I bite my lip, unable to speak. Jack kisses my cheek. "Speechless, huh. I'm going to take that as a positive reaction."

He lets me go and turns to order himself a drink. I turn and grab my martini, swigging the last of it. I munch on the olives and onions, thinking about the songs. The last one is still running through my head. 

Before I can ask Jack to order me another drink, David sidles up next to me. "So, what did you think about the songs?"

I nod and smile. "They were very good."

David smiles back. "Yeah. Darker than any of his other stuff. I think he's really writing from the heart. Look, I don't want you to feel awkward, but, would you like to join us for dinner? We're going to go to that Mexican place I know you liked."

I open and close my mouth several times before looking over at Jack. He's drinking his strawberry daiquiri like he's about to have it taken away from him. "Jack, do you want to go out for dinner?"

Jack nods while still chugging his drink. 

I turn to David. "All right then, it's settled."

David grins. "Great, I'll meet you over there then. See you in about an half hour."

While I watch David leave I start to feel nervous about my decision. I wonder if it's a bad idea. Jack leans his chin on my shoulder. "Don't think too much, doll face, or that pretty little head of yours will explode."

I roll my eyes. "Get your strawberry breath away from me."

He walks in front of me and places his hands on my shoulders. "It will be fine. It's just dinner. No strings attached. If you start to feel uncomfortable squeeze my hand and we'll leave."

I swallow down my fear and force a smile. "You're right. It's just dinner. Let's go."

****

When we get there I can't help but feel nervous. The last time I was here Liam made an appearance. I seat myself so I can keep an eye on the door. My former client is sitting across from me next to David. I'm next to Jack who is holding my hand while we order. I order the same meal I got the last time. When the waitress leaves, I take my hand back and grab a chip, dunking it in the spicy salsa. I pop the morsel in my mouth and lick my fingers clean. I look up to see my former client staring at me, his eyes intense. 

"When did you cut your hair?"

I self consciously run my fingers through my short locks, "A month ago." I want to ask him if he likes it but I bite my tongue. 

"I really like it. It suits you, Evelyn."

I feel my cheeks flush slightly and I smile. "Thank you."

Jack squeezes my hand. I look at him and he winks at me. 

When our meals arrive Jack and David do most of the talking. I look up periodically to find my former client looking at me. But he quickly looks down at his plate and scoops a forkful of food into his mouth.

At the end of our meal, my former client grabs the bill before David can. I see David shrug and reach across the table to take Jack's hand. 

"Would you like to dance?"

The awestruck look on Jack's face is priceless but he agrees. I watch them on the floor for a few moments before my former client grabs my hand and asks me the same thing. 

I smile politely. "I think I'll sit this one out. Thank you, though."

He nods with a somewhat dejected look on his face, and releases my hand. 

I feel the need to say something to clear the air between us. I want to ask him if he has feelings for me, but I don't want to sound too forward. I don't even know what to say if he does. I'm surprised when he speaks first. 

"I was wondering if you would be interested in riding with me tonight. I'm sure David and Jack would want to go home together."

I look over to the dance floor and smile. "That's very thoughtful of you. I could just call a cab, though."

He smiles down into his drink, takes a slow sip. He looks up at me with a humorous glint in his eyes. "That's true, but then I wouldn't be able to talk to you."

"You want to talk to me?"

He nods and sighs. "It's probably too late but... I want to apologize for the way I treated you."

I shake my head. "Let's not talk about it. I don't even want to think about that."

He looks resigned. "Of course. I'll call you a cab."

I can't help but laugh. "No. I will take you up on your offer for a lift. I just don't want to talk about our past." I cover his hand with mine. "But, we could talk about the future."

His eyes search mine for a few moments. He opens his mouth to speak but Jack and David return and he closes his mouth and takes his hand back.

He looks over to David. "I'm going to take Evelyn home. You and Jack can find your way, right?"

David smirks. "Yeah. Will you be able to drive?"

My former client rolls his eyes. "I only had one sip of beer at the bar and that was two hours ago."

David leans in and takes a sniff. "Ok, you can go. Just don't stay out too late." He turns to me and winks. "I want him home by 2 a.m."

I laugh. "That won't be a problem."

****

She looks amazing under the stars. At first her hair was a shock but it's growing on me. The temptation to touch the nape of her neck is overwhelming, I stuff my hands into my pockets to keep from reaching out. 

As we walk to my car I notice the way she keeps her eyes forward and her fingers are linked together. She's keeping her distance, and it hurts me a little. But, I assume she's thinking I'll try to sleep with her tonight. We get to my car and I open the door for her. Before she can get in I grab her elbow. She looks up at me with confusion in her eyes. I want to kiss her, but I manage to control my lust and speak. 

"I know you're not working anymore and I don't expect... anything from you. I just want to talk."

She smiles but the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. I don't know if she doesn't believe me or if I've offended her in some way. Her voice is cool. 

"All right, we'll talk but you will listen to what I have to say first."

I release her elbow and stuff my hands into my pockets. "Ok."

"You're right, I'm not working anymore. I'm not ashamed of what I did for a living. I made a very good living off of it. But, I don't want to talk about it, or refer to it in any way. If you want to get to know me, you'll need to think of the woman you were with as someone else. That wasn't me. I'm not as submissive as my profession made me out to be. When I want something I take it."

She reaches for my neck and pulls my head down for a kiss. I'm so shocked I don't react at first, but as she starts to pull away, I reach for the nape of her neck and slide my fingers through the silky strands of hair and pull her in for another. When I let her go the look on her face is hungry. I want to kiss her again, but I know this isn't the place or time. 

"Let's get you home."

She takes her thumb and rubs the lipstick off my mouth. "Ok."

****

"Do you know if Jack plans on retiring soon?"

"We haven't talked about it."

"David cares about him a lot. I worry about Jack hurting him."

"Jack would never hurt anyone intentionally."

"I'm not saying he would intentionally hurt him, but he may not feel the same way."

I look over at Evelyn briefly. She's smiling. "I know Jack feels the same way. You have nothing to worry about."

Her hand gently caresses my knee. "Was that all you wanted to talk about?"

I swallow nervously. "No, I also wondered if you're interested in me."

There's a long pause before she answers. "I'm not ready for a relationship yet. But we could just take it slow."

I smile and reach down to grab her hand. "I can do that."

"I need to ask you something." 

"Ok."

"Are you over Gerry?"

I'm a little surprised by the question, but I take it in stride. "I will always love her, but I'm not going to compare her to you. I'm sorry if you ever thought I did."

She links her fingers through mine. "Apology accepted."

She lets my hand go so I can turn down Fred's street. As I pull into his driveway, she unbuckles her seatbelt. I put the car in park and get out of the car to walk her to the door. I'm a little wary of Fred showing up. I feel like a sneaky teenager as I grab her and head for the shade of a tree. I kiss her surprised mouth. "I didn't want Fred to catch us."

She laughs and kisses me back. "I'm old enough to choose who I date."

"That doesn't make me any less scared of the man."

She smirks up at me. 

As we reach the door, Evelyn stops midway reaching the doorknob. 

"What is it?"

"The door's already open."

I gently push Evelyn aside and open the door slowly. The foyer light is on but the rest of the house is dark.

"Hello? Anybody here?" I yell as I walk into the house. I notice the vase of flowers smashed on the floor and step over them. I dig in my pocket to call 9-1-1 but I stop when I here a faint feminine voice coming from the living room.

"Please, help me..."

I feel Evelyn brush past me, her voice is frantic. "Kimberly?" 

I follow her inside the house and find a young woman half naked on the floor bleeding from a long gash in her right thigh. I immediately call 9-1-1 and talk fast and clear so they will get here faster. I try to remain calm but this reminds me of Evelyn only a few months ago. I have to ask as I kneel beside her, "Who did this to you?"

Evelyn drapes an afghan over her and lifts her head onto her lap. She brushes the blonde hair away that sticks to her sweat and tear soaked face. 

Her voice is barely a whisper, "He took Freddy, Eve."

Evelyn's voice cracks, "Wh-who did?"

"Liam."

I look up at Evelyn, her eyes lock with mine. Before I can say anything, the police and paramedics swarm the place. 

As Kimberly is taken away, Evelyn says she's going to ride with her to the hospital. She kisses me and whispers against my lips, "Call David and tell Jack to come as quick as he can."

I nod and clench my fists to fight the urge to grab her and never let her go. I answer every question the cops ask me calmly and truthfully. When they ask about Evelyn my voice becomes harsh. "The man who did this is after her. Please protect her."

After getting promises from the officers, I call David. He picks up on the third ring. 

"What's up?"

I exhale sharply. "It's Liam. He's hurt one of Fred's girls and he took Fred."

"How did he hurt her?"

I punch the wall. "Just like Evelyn. How soon can Jack be at the hospital? Evelyn says she needs him."

"We'll be on our way. Are you coming too?"

"I want to find him and beat him within an inch of his life and then beat him some more."

"You can't do that. Evelyn needs you. Do you need me to pick you up?"

I sigh heavily and rub my hand over my face. "No, I'll be there."

David seems relieved. "Good." 

After David hangs up I walk out to my car. As I open the driver side door, I hear someone walking up behind me. I turn quickly and see Liam holding a gun. He puts his index finger to his lips. "Shh..."

I hold up my hands in surrender. He walks up to me and digs the head of the revolver into my side. He leans into my face and whispers, "Get in the car and drive me to the beach. You know which one."

I think about the last time I went to the beach. It was the night Gerry died. I slowly get into the car. Liam slides into the passenger seat. His gun is still pointing at me.

"Wait until the cops leave."

I look out the windshield. There are two officers left and they're getting into their car. I watch helplessly as they drive off. I start the engine and pull out of the driveway. "Where is Fred, Liam?"

He laughs. "Save your questions for the beach, old friend."

I grip the steering wheel tighter. I briefly glance over at Liam. His eyes are glassy, a sure sign he's high. I know if I keep my wits about me, I should be able to overpower him. Depending on what drug's in his system. If it's heroin, I could be in trouble... if it's Ecstasy maybe not.



She Reminds Me Ch. 03



Kimberly passes out on the way to the hospital. I feel helpless as the paramedics try to clean her wound. They wrap it up in white bandages but the blood keeps soaking through. My scar burns with the memory of the pain. I grab Kimberly's hand and wipe away my tears. I know I have to be strong for her, but it will be hard not remembering the humiliation and horror of those nights.

The ambulance pulls into the hospital. I'm forced out of the car as they roll Kimberly into the hospital. They won't allow me to follow her to the ER. I have to fill out a bunch of paperwork in the waiting room. 

Finally, after a few minutes I see Jack walk into the room. I stand and he grabs me in a tight embrace. I sob quietly into his shoulder. He soothes me with a few words of comfort against my ear while rubbing my back.

I manage to get out, "He has Freddy."

Jack holds me tighter. "It'll be okay, sweetheart. You'll see."

I exhale shakily. "Maybe if I had been there this wouldn't have happened. He was looking for me..."

Jack pulls me back and looks me in the eyes. "This isn't your fault. Don't think like that."

I see David in the corner, talking with a nurse. He looks at me with a sad expression on his face. After he finishes his conversation, he walks over and lays a hand on my shoulder. "Evelyn, Kimberly is awake and she's asking for you."

I am led back to the intensive care unit. She's wrapped in white sheets. Her lower lip is cut and bruised. She looks at me with fear in her eyes. "He said he would kill Freddy if I didn't let him ... I didn't want Freddy to die..."

I quickly wrap my arms around Kimberly's shoulders, careful not to jostle her too much. "I know. It's okay. I'm so sorry."

Kimberly sobs against my chest. "He wanted to know where you were. I told him you were with Jack. He didn't believe me."

I smooth the matted blonde hair down Kimberly's back with the palm of my hand. She's shaking uncontrollably. "Shh..."

Kimberly pulls back and looks me in the eyes. There's no mistaking the fear I read in them. "He wants to kill you."

Before I can respond, I hear the clearing of a throat. I turn to see a police officer. "Miss Myers, would you mind leaving while I ask Miss Lewis a few questions?"

I look down at Kimberly and she nods. I let her go and walk out to the waiting room. I see Jack and David sitting together and walk over towards them on shaky legs. I sit down next to Jack. He swings his arm around me. I lean my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. 

Jack asks, "How is she doing?"

I squeeze my eyelids tight and whisper, "She'll be okay." I look at the clock. It's been three hours since I found Kimberly. I turn to look at David. "When will he be here?"

David checks his phone and sighs. "He should have been here by now. I don't know what's holding him up."

I lay my head back on Jack's shoulder and close my eyes. I'm sure he'll be here soon. I just have to be patient.



****



The beach is where I always took Gerry. We would walk the beach in the moonlight and just talk. It brought back many painful memories to come back here. Liam knew it.

I pull into the beach and park where Liam tells me. He gets out of the car and walks over to my side, with the gun pointed at me through the window. He opens the door and tells me to get out. 

I look up at him. "Did you know all along that we met here?" 

He smirks. "Let's walk to the pier. I'll follow."

I walk slowly, trying to bide my time and come up with a plan. 

Liam presses the gun sharply into my ribs. "I haven't got all night."

I wince. "Where's Fred."

Liam sighs. "He's in my car. I would have dumped him back into the house but you two showed up."

"So, he's dead?" 

Liam's boisterous laugh startles me. "Nah just knocked out cold. Do you know how easy it is to knock down an old man?"

I swallow down the fear and calmly ask, "Where is your car?"

"It's parked in the house next door to Fred's."

I open my mouth to ask another question, but Liam pushes me forward. I almost lose my balance, but I catch myself before falling into the sand. 

"That's enough questions. How about answering a few of mine?"

Liam pulls me close, almost in an embrace. I can smell whiskey on his breath. He looks me in the eye and smirks. "Did you know that Gerry was pregnant with my child?"

I feel like the wind was just knocked out of me. "No."

Liam's smile slowly fades and my fear grows.

"He would have been three years old."

Despite everything that Liam's done I still feel remorseful. The guilt gnaws at my stomach. "I'm sorry."

Liam smirks. "No, you're not. But you will be."

Liam shoves me away and this time I fall hard onto the sand. I'm lying on my back and I see Liam raise his shoe. I try to scramble away but the toe of his boot hits my right temple hard. I'm disoriented at first. I can't see anything but my eyes slowly start to focus and I see Liam cock his gun and point it at my face. 

"Liam, please. Don't do this."

"Gerry was going to come back to me. We were going to work things out. I always knew there was something going on between the two of you, but I thought you were a loyal friend so I ignored the signs."

"It wasn't like that."

"Cut the bullshit. You were fucking her. Admit it."

I nod, somewhat ashamed. "She was afraid of you."

Liam's eyes widen with rage but he doesn't pull the trigger. The corners of his mouth lift and he laughs deep down in his throat. "I never laid a finger on her."

"That night. The last night. She came to me with a bruise on her cheek."

Liam waves his gun dismissively. "She asked for a divorce. She was going to take my child away from me." 

I lift up on my elbows. "She knew what you would do to her. That's why she came to me. For protection."

"Is that what Evelyn is doing now? Coming to you for protection?"

I swallow down the lump in my throat. "Why do you want to hurt her? She's done nothing to you."

Liam bends down at the waist to look me in the eyes. I can see his features in the moonlight. He looks vulnerable. "I didn't want to hurt her. She's the perfect substitute. But, she isn't enough. She never will be. Not unless I can have all of her. You ruined that for me."

"I didn't ruin it for you. You ruined that all by yourself. If you hadn't abused her the first time she never would have met me."

Liam smirks, the smile never reaching his eyes. "You're right. Everything was perfect... until she told me to stop calling her Gerry."

I watch Liam turn around and kick an empty beer bottle. The glass shattered against the fence post. He turns and faces me again. "I was paying that cunt to do whatever I wanted with her. All she had to do was lie on her back and take it like a good little whore. Who cares what I called her?"

I wince at the language he was using to describe Evelyn. I can't take his verbal abuse towards her. I realize how crazy it is to rile up a man with a gun, but I want to try and throw him off. "She's a human being, Liam. But, you treated her like a dog. No wonder she chose me."

Liam's face twists in a scowl. His eyes burn with hatred. "I don't think it's fair that you get to have her. She belongs to me. Evelyn is mine!"

I ignore the pounding in my head and kick my right foot up as hard as I can. The toe of my shoe connects squarely with Liam's crotch. He drops the gun and howls in pain.

I grab the gun and scramble to my feet. I look down at Liam curled into a ball, crying in pain. Pathetic. It would be so easy for me to shoot him. Kick him when he's down. But, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. 

I shake my head. "Evelyn belongs to no one."

I grab my cell phone from my pocket and dial 911. I'll let the cops take care of him.



****



She's on top of me. Riding my cock fast. I can feel myself begin to lose control. The sunlight obscures her face. I reach up to grab her cheek. Pull her down for a kiss. She pulls away from my hand. I cry out in frustration, "Evelyn!" 

She laughs. It isn't Evelyn's voice. I grab her thighs, sit up, and turn around, keeping inside of her. I feel a tingling at the base of my spine. I want to kiss her when I come. I lean my face down into hers. I study her lips, cheeks and nose. All the same. Except the eyes, full of fear and anxiety. That's not Evelyn. 

I wake up with a shout. Drenched in sweat. It's been two months since Liam was arrested. Two months since I've seen Evelyn. 

I begged her to come with me to Europe. My tour couldn't have started at a worse time. She needed to take care of Fred and I understood that. But, the distance was killing me. 

The wet dreams were becoming more frequent and confusing. I need to get laid before I go insane. 

I decide to call Evelyn on her cell phone. I glance at the clock. It's 2p.m. in London. I can't remember what time it is there. I hope she's awake. The phone rings twice before she picks up.

"Hello?" She sounds groggy. 

"I miss you."

I can hear her soft laugh and it makes me smile. "I miss you too. When are you coming home?"

"If the flight isn't delayed, Tuesday."

She sighs. "Three more days."

I frown. "No, only two. What time is it there?"

She laughs again. "It's Saturday. 6 a.m."

I groan. "I'm sorry. I woke you up. I'll let you get back to sleep."

Her voice sounds earnest. "No! I love it when you call me. No matter how ungodly the hour is."

I smile. "I'm glad. How's Fred doing?"

"He's doing well. He says he hates to be taken care of, but I think he secretly loves it."

"All those beautiful girls fawning over him? It can't be that bad."

She laughs. "How are you doing?"

I take a deep breath. "I've been having those dreams again and I needed to talk to you."

She pauses for a few seconds. "Whose face was it this time?"

"Gerry's" I know she doesn't like it when I talk about her. "I'm sorry... I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not. I just want you to be comfortable with me. If you keep having those dreams that's going to be difficult."

"I think I'll stop having them when I'm with you."

"I hope so."

I have to say it again. I never really said it to Gerry and I regret it. "I love you, Evelyn."

She is quiet. I believe she's thinking about saying it back but thinks better of it. "I know. Come home soon."

I hear her hang up and sigh. I thought she was going to say it back. I know I have to be patient. She's been through a lot. I don't want to rush her or worse pressure her. It would kill me if she said it and didn't mean it.

It's Sunday and I have the day off. I would rather be drowning myself in work than killing free time. I decide to sit down at the piano and write about my feelings. After a few hours, I start to feel better. The music and lyrics come to me easily. 

My muse is only happy when I am not it would seem.



****



I wipe the tears off my cheeks and take a deep breath. I'm confused. Why can't I say it back? I know I love him. I know it hurts him when I don't say it back. He's been so good to me. I know I shouldn't feel obligated to profess my feelings, but I feel like I owe him something. 

Maybe when he gets back I'll be able to say it. It's so much more powerful when you say it in person.

I chuckle to myself. I never would have thought in a million years that I would be in a relationship with a former client. Maybe that's why I feel the need to hold back.

I look at the clock and realize I've been talking to myself for two hours. I need to talk to Jack.

He picks up immediately. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Sorry to startle you. I just wanted to talk to someone who knows how I feel."

Jack laughs. "A pro's opinion?"

I smile. "Something like that. Have you told David you love him yet?"

Jack sighs affectionately. "Yes. He told me he loved me and it just felt right. Is this about..."

I bite my lower lip. "He said he loved me the night Liam was arrested. I was confused and scared for Fred. I couldn't say it then. He's said it about three more times since and I just can't do it."

"You do love him. He knows that. I'm sure you will find the right time and the perfect reason to tell him."

Jack sounded calm and confident. So sure of my love for him. How could I be so hesitant? "You're right. Thank you. Say hello to David for me."

"I will. Bye, Ev."

Jack hangs up and I feel better. I know I just have to trust myself and let it happen.

I get dressed and walk downstairs to the kitchen. Fred is already up, sitting down at the kitchen table and drinking a cup of coffee. I walk over behind him and wrap my arms around him. Kissing his cheek, I ask how he's doing.

He pats my arm affectionately. "I'm fine, sweetheart. Kimberly made the coffee."

I unwrap my arms from around him, and walk over to the coffeepot. Kimberly walks in wearing shorts and a tank top. I see the scar on her thigh and it makes my stomach churn.

"Good morning, Evelyn! I was going to scramble some eggs if you're interested."

I force a smile and take a sip of my black coffee. "No, just the coffee is good. Thank you, Kim."

She smiles and gets out the skillet. The phone rings and I immediately reach out to answer it. Freddy frowns at me. I've been answering the phone ever since he got hurt. 

"Frederick's. How may I help you?"

The voice on the other line is a deep baritone. He chuckles deep in his throat and breathes into the phone. "How can you help me, sexy?"

I smirk and wink at Freddy who eyes me suspiciously. "Jonathan! So soon? You called only last week. Don't you want to give Natalie a break?"

As if on cue; Natalie walks into the kitchen, her raven black hair a tangled mess. Her dark blue eyes are bloodshot. She mouths to Kimberly to hand her the pot of coffee. As she pours, I talk a little louder.

"I'll let you know if she's available, Jon. Goodbye."

Natalie stops mid pour. "Was that Jonathan?"

I hang up the phone and nod, taking in her disheveled appearance. "He wants to see you again. Should I call him back?"

She resumes pouring her drink. "Sure. I'll see him tomorrow night. At the usual place."

There's no mistaking the grin as Natalie lifts her coffee cup to her lips.

I smile knowingly at Freddy. "Good. I'll call him right back."

Fred stands up and walks over to me. He grabs the phone. "No, I'll do that. I need to get back to work."

I smile and kiss Fred on the forehead. "Okay." I start to walk out of the kitchen but Fred stops me.

"Evelyn, I appreciate you helping me get back on my feet, but I'm much better now. If you wanted to take a vacation, I don't know, in Europe? I'd say you deserve it." 

I laugh softly and hug Fred. "Thank you."



****



It's Monday. The final performance in Europe. I'm nervous and excited that this is finally over and I can spend some time with Evelyn. 

The concert is packed. The songs fly by and I'm enjoying the crowd as I perform. Their energy lifts my spirits up. 

Before I start my final song, I dedicate it to Evelyn. Even though she isn't here, I have to give her the recognition. 

After I finish the song, I notice there are tears in my eyes. I blink them away and clear my throat. I thank the crowd then I loosen my tie and throw it out to them. 

As I walk to my dressing room, I feel a sense of apprehension knowing Evelyn won't be there. 

I open the door expecting to see her in that short silky red robe, but she isn't there.

I grab a bottle of water and down it quickly. I wipe the sweat from my brow and neck with a clean white towel then decide to leave for my hotel.

The driver is very quick and I'm there in a matter of minutes. He opens my door for me and I walk to the entrance of the hotel. The door attendant lets me in without question. I walk over to the penthouse elevator and slide my key in. 

I look at my reflection in the brass walls on the way up. I look depressed. I force a smile and it comes across as fake and almost scary. I exhale and bang the back of my head against the wall. The doors slide open and I walk out, heading for the bar. I pour myself a whiskey and lay down on the couch. I glance over at my bedroom and notice the light's on. I shrug it off; thinking the maid must have left it on when cleaning. But, my curiosity is piqued when I hear a faint thumping sound. 

I get up and walk slowly towards the room. "Anybody there?" No answer. "Hello?" I enter my bedroom and look around, finally my eyes land on the bed. Evelyn is spread out like a centerfold. She's wearing the red robe but its opened, fully exposing her milky white skin. My mouth waters and my feet inch closer of their own accord.

I look at her hair: which she is letting grow out in soft curls down her neck, to her heaving breasts to her quivering stomach to her mound, which she is touching with her right hand. She's playing with the folds of her sex, driving me crazy.

"I thought you didn't like to do that."

She laughs breathlessly. "I've been doing this a lot since you left. I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to show you how desperate you've made me."

I smile down at her wickedly. "I would much rather show you how desperate you've made me." I reach down and take her right hand. I bring her fingers to my lips and suck them into my mouth. I can taste how close she is. I look down at her eyes. She's breathtaking. I give her back her hand and start to undress and pull out a condom. "How did you get in?"

"Do you really care?"

"No. I don't."

She laughs and I cover her with my naked body. I pin her arms above her head and kiss her mouth hard. She whimpers into my mouth and I can feel my cock grow with every muffled moan. 

"Evelyn." I breath out her name against her neck. I kiss and nip with my lips slowly down her body. I reluctantly let go of her arms and grab her hips. I tilt them up and grab the back of her thighs, leaning down to lick her opening with my coarse tongue. She squeals in surprise. Her arms are still raised above her head, hands holding onto the bedrail tightly. 

"I'm so glad you're here. I missed you so much."

She smiles at me affectionately.

I hook the back of her knees onto my hips and plunge deep into her. She shuts her eyes tight and cries out, "Oh, fuck!"

I stay inside of her waiting for her to open her eyes. I gently sway her to get her attention. "Baby, look at me."

She opens her eyes slowly and they lock with mine. "I want to really see you when I make love to you. Please, let me see all of you."

She nods her head. I pull out slowly and begin a slow fuck. She whimpers softly, her lips pressed tightly together. Her hazel eyes look golden. 

Her hands reach up and touch my chest. She rubs them up towards my neck and down to my waist. I moan every time her fingernails catch on my nipples.

I want to take my time but I feel the urge to come overwhelm me. My hips start to buck a little faster. Evelyn holds onto my waist tight and moans in pleasure. Her face screws up in the most erotic way before she comes. She lets out a high-pitched wail and squeezes around me with every thrust. It doesn't take long for me to follow her into ecstasy. I lean down on my elbows and cover her body with mine. The aftershocks are still pulsing through the both of us. Her eyes are filling with unshed tears. 

"Did I hurt you?"

She cries out with a half sob half laugh. "No, you could never hurt me."

I smile and cup her face with my hands. "Then what's wrong?"

Her breath hitches and she wraps her arms around my back. "I love you."

Words fail me, so I lean down and kiss her. She clings to me with desperation. I try to calm her down with whispered murmurs and kisses but she's still sobbing. "Please don't cry, Evelyn. I love you so much."

"I love you too." She shocks me with a burst of laughter. "I'm so happy I can say that back!"

I look down at her face. Through her tear filled eyes I can see how happy she is. "Oh, baby. Me too."




She Reminds Me Ch. 03



I roll over to my side and she slides her leg over mine and wraps her arm around my chest, her head tucked under my chin. 

"I feel so safe with you. I've never felt that way before... in the bedroom. I've always had to keep my guard up." She kisses my chest and sighs. "I just needed to realize that I'm safe."

I struggle with my emotions. I feel so happy that she is comfortable with me, but so angry that it had to take this much time because of what she's been through. "Promise me that you'll always be honest with me. Let me know if you feel uncomfortable."

She lifts her face to mine; her hair tickles my cheek, kisses me fervently and whispers. "I promise."