Chapter 18: Actions speaks louder than words
I had boxed up all of my makeup and taped it with a tape gun.
When I was done, I slumped to the floor. "I'm tired."
Chris raised his brow. "You only taped up one box."
"So? Still tired."
"And lazy. I told you I could pay someone to do this for you."
"And I told you I prefer to touch my own stuff." I said.
"Can I have some of these clothes?" Tara asked carrying a pile of my clothes on hangers.
"Sit them on the bed and go through, see what you like and I'll see if I still want them or not."
She nodded and laid my clothes across my bed.
I looked to Chris. "Can you at least help me a little?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me." I said.
Chris smirked at me.
Tara grimaced. "Eww, can you two not do this while I'm in here?"
I chuckled at her. "Kidding."
"I'm not." Chris said.
I rolled my eyes. "Up. Get to work."
Chris shook his head. "I don't do what you say, princess."
"Fine. Can you please help me, baby?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes and stood up.
"Just find anything and throw it in a box." I said.
Chris nodded and Tara held up a black miniskirt.
"No." I said.
She looked to me. "It's sexy. Please can I have it?" She asked.
I shook my head. "Choose another, kitty."
She sighed. "Fine." She placed the skirt onto my pillows.
I grabbed another empty box and placed it on top of the taped box.
Okay. Let's see. I guess I can use this box to put my shoes in.
I went to Liam's old room, and I grabbed my shoe boxes, and placed them in. I'm not going to lie, I had over fifty pairs of shoes, 2/3 of them were heels.
The others were boots, ballet flats, and one pair of sneakers.
I placed some into the box, some in another box, and more in another box before I taped them up with the gun. Then I grabbed a black sharpie from my dresser and wrote 'shoes' on all three boxes and 'Accessories' in the previous box I packed.
"Tara, there's more clothes in Liam's room, can you go get the rest?"
She nodded and walked out of the room.
I placed the sharpie down on the dresser, and looked to Chris who seemed deeply interested in a red journal.
"Are you reading my journal?" I asked.
Chris nodded, but didn't look at me.
"Are you crazy? That's private property." I stomped over to him but as soon as I tried to take it from him, he moved right in time, and made his way across the room and finally tore his eyes from the journal to look at me.
He half smiled. "So, you was upset when I brought that girl over here that time, huh?"
I folded my arms and glared down at the floor.
I remember some time, about four years ago, he brought a girl here. She was from Hawaii. She was beautiful. She had long black hair and big brown eyes. I believe her name was Lulu. I was rude to her the whole time she was here, only because she was with Chris.
Then I recall Chris whispering something to Liam.
I didn't know what it was. But Liam grinned and nodded, and Chris made Lulu get up and go with him somewhere.
They were gone for a good five minutes before I decided to go follow them. I had feared the worse.
I remember the sounds I heard her making. They were coming from Liam's bedroom.
I knew what was happening. But I was still full of curiosity. I grabbed the door knob and slowly, quietly opened the door.
I saw Chris fucking Lulu while she was sitting on Liam's dresser.
She clawed violently at his back, screaming to the top of her lungs for him not to stop.
And the sight did two things at once. It turned me on, and it made me angry at the same time.
I shut the door and stepped away from it to lean against the wall across from it.
That's when I knew that I liked him, and I didn't want any bitch to have him. Not Lulu, Not Rio, Not Imogene.
"Read below." I told him.
I put that whole day in the journal. Because that day really hurt me, and I couldn't talk to anyone about it. So I just wrote it out, and still, it didn't really help.
I looked to Chris and watched his amused expression turn to seriousness.
I suddenly felt shy, letting him be exposed to my deepest thoughts.
After a moment of reading, he met my eyes.
"It was wrong to spy on you. I'm sorry." I whispered.
He closed the journal.
"Are you mad?" I asked.
"At myself." He answered.
"You shouldn't be. You were just doing what you wanted." I didn't mean for it to sound like a double entendre. But I couldn't help but to think about it that way.
Chris dropped the book onto the dresser and met my eyes as he walked over to me.
When he's right in front of me, he shook his head. "Please tell me you're not thinking about her."
"God, you are such a bad liar."
"She was just…so pretty. And you seemed into her."
Chris's eyebrows furrowed. "I wasn't into her. She was an airhead. I couldn't really hold a conversation with her. The girl just didn't make sense. It was just physical with me and her. With us…come on, no fucking competition."
A smile spread across my face.
I had to learn to stop doubting.
I trusted Chris fully now. If he really did want Rio, Lulu, or Imogene, he would have been with them. He didn't want them. He wanted me. I had to get it through my head.
Then a thought popped into my head. Where's Tara? "Can you finish packing my stuff while I go check on Tara?"
Chris nods and kisses my lips before I walked out of the room. I peek into Liam's old room and she's not there.
But down the hall, I hear gagging.
Oh shit. She's probably throwing up.
I walk to the bathroom and push the door open to see Tara on her knees, hunched over the toilet, puking violently.
She spit out the taste and met my eyes. Her eyes were watery, and now red.
"Oh, kitty." I step in and grab her brunette hair to hold so no puke would get in it.
She nodded. "Thank you." She sniffled before puking more and grabbing the seat.
Oh god. I felt so bad for her stomach. I couldn't imagine how she felt right now. I stroked her hair, trying to calm her down a bit.
A few minutes later, she was fully done and she lifted her head up and sighed.
I released her hair and gave her some tissue to wipe her eyes.
She wiped her tears away and then threw the tissue away.
I opened a new toothbrush for her. I keep a couple extras around.
She took it, and brushed her teeth, and then washed her mouth out.
When she was done, she dried her mouth on a towel and then looked to me. After a moment of silence, she let out a huge breath. "This sucks." She said.
I bust out in laughter. Only because she pointed but the obvious. "I can tell. At least you made it to the toilet in time."
She nodded. "Yeah, at least that."
"You need to rest?"
She shook her head. "No. I feel fine now."
I nodded. "Okay."
When I walked back to my room, a lot of my stuff was gone. Damn he works fast.
He taped up another box and labeled it with the sharpie. He looked to me. "Gotta go, princess."
"Red Hot. Apparently there's some kind of criminal activity going on around there and I gotta make sure no one is fucking with my shit."
I nodded. "Okay." I locked my arms around his neck. I hated being away from him. But we'll have each other tonight. "So, what's the plan?" I asked.
Chris twirled a piece of my blonde hair around in his finger.
"The plan is, I go to my club, you pack as much as you can. I'll come back," He turned me around and held me back against him. "Then," His voice lowered. His hand slowly went between my legs. "I'll fuck you...hard." He whispered, thrusting his hips into me from behind.
I moaned softly.
He smiles. "Then we'll finish packing together, and then tomorrow morning, we can move in."
I was so happy that we got a house, and so quickly. It was a beautiful glass beach house right off the water. It was big, more than the perfect amount of space for about five people. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it. Chris picked it perfectly for us.
"Perfect." I whispered.
"Tell me about it."
He kissed the back of my neck as he moved my hair. My eyes closed, as I felt his lips go down to my shoulder.
"Keep at it and I'm going to make you stay here with me." I said.
He chuckled and stopped. "Fuck. I forgot that easily."
I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him.
His hands grabbed mine and he entwined his fingers through mine.
"You're everything to me." He whispered in my ear. "There will never be anyone who fits me like you do."
I shook my head, wanting to cry. "No one."
"I love you."
"I love you more."
He kissed just under my ear, and it made my whole body feel tingles.
He released me and walked out of my room.
In that same second, I decided that I'll be visiting Red Hot later tonight. Not because I didn't trust him, but because the moment he mentioned 'criminal activity', it scared me a little. I'm sure he'll have it handled but I worried. I just needed to make sure he was alright. Chris gets hurt, the whole fucking state of California gets hurt.
Tara walked back in, a pile of clothes in her arms. "We got a lot more to go through and pack."
I groaned. "I hate this shit."
When I got to Red Hot, I sat in my office way in the back of the club, watching the monitors.
Three TVs sat across from my desk, showing the activity going on in the club. I watched the three of them, watching out to see if there was anything unusual. I heard from a friend of mine that his club was broken into and he had to pay at least a hundred grand in damages. A hundred grand is nothing but regardless, I don't want anybody fucking with this club.
There was a knock on my door.
"Come in." I said, I continued to look at the screen. I didn't want to miss a thing.
The door opened and one of my security guards walked in.
"Caught some creep trying to sneak into the club."
"Did he look suspicious?"
"He had a ski mask on, I call that pretty damn suspicious."
I looked at him then. "Well where is he now?"
"The others are taking care of them."
I nodded. "You sure he was alone?"
"We don't know. But we're keeping a close eye out."
"Anyone else tries to sneak in and they look suspicious like that, come and get me."
"Yes, sir." He turned to leave.
"One more thing."
He turned back.
"Did he have any weapons? Guns…knives?"
"He was carrying a smoke bomb."
What the hell? "What did he think he was about to do?"
He shrugged. "Beats me. Don't worry, sir, we're taking care of the little twit."
I nodded my head. "Thank you."
He turned and walked out of the door and closed it shut.
I sat back in my chair, my eyes going back to the monitors. This is my first business and I just hope no one is stupid enough to do something that will set me off.
After packing up just about everything, it was around eleven P.M.
I showered, got dress in a dress that showed off close to everything. But I wasn't wearing it for other guys to see. It was for Chris. I wanted to give him something good to look at while he was at work.
The dress was really short, and it hugged my body. It was white with skinny straps, and a plunging neckline, and along with it, I wore a silver, infinity necklace, silver heels, and carried with me a silver clutch.
I left my hair down as usual but instead of it being naturally curly, I straightened it.
Tara agreed to drive me there. I keep forgetting how long it takes to get there.
"So, you think of any names?" I ask her.
She shrugged. "I was thinking about only girl names. I got a feeling it'll be a girl. But if I had to choose, it's between…Nikita, Samantha, Mari, Lily, or Amber Michelle."
"Damn, you really thought about this, huh?"
She nods. "Chase seems actually happy about it."
"Good. Why didn't you tell him? I mean, why did Chris have to guess out loud for him to know?"
"Because I was scared. I mean finding out in the first place scared the living shit out of me. I was going to but I chickened out. We had an argument, then we made up, and now we're good. But he's going to have to go back in the force soon. And I don't know what I'm going to do."
"Hey, I'm going to be here to help you until he gets back. Promise."
She nodded and grinned. "I know. And when will you and Chris-"
"Don't even ask that question. My next step after moving in with him is college. And I have plenty of plan B pills so we won't make any mistakes."
"I'm happy with that decision. With you two. Especially with Liam."
"They're letting him go. Did I tell you that?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "No."
"Evie called me yesterday, told me their letting him out but that he may need to check into the mental hospital for some time to get himself together. I think he was planning on hurting himself that night."
"Jesus. All because of you and Chris."
I shook my head. "No. No, it was more than that. And its my fault why shit came up to the surface."
"I'm like mad confused right now. What the hell happened?"
"My dad raped Liam when he was younger."
Tara slammed her foot on the brake really hard, making me jerk forward hard, and then back against my seat.
She stopped the car completely and looked at me, her gray eyes bulging out.
I looked down at my heels.
"What? What? WHAT?"
"He told me like a week and a half ago."
"And you didn't tell anyone?"
I looked to her and shrugged innocently. "Just Chris."
"No one else?"
"Who else can I tell? I was scared. Still am. And what can anyone do about it?"
"Lock up that sick fuck."
"Just drive, kitty. Come on."
"Fine, but we're talking about this."
"Since when did you get so aggressive?" I asked.
She sighed and pressed down on the gas, making us move again. "I just can't believe it. That's all. Why did he keep that in?"
"I don't know. I mean…odds are…he was embarrassed. Embarrassed that dad would…" I shook my head trying to shake the disturbing images in my head away. "do that to him….to us." I whispered.
Tara stopped the car again, and once again, it threw me forward, then back.
She glared at me. "Us? What the hell do you mean 'us'?"
I might as well say. "Well," I played with a lock of my hair. "He didn't do to me what he did to Liam. He just touched me was all."
"Just on my legs and arms when I was younger and…some time as I got older."
"And that's supposed to be nothing? Summer are you crazy?!"
"Don't yell at me. It's not about me right now. I'm the one who's fine. Liam isn't. He's going through far more than I am."
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.
"Because…I'm very stupid. And it was my fault, because I let him do that to me."
"If your dad is doing all this, we shouldn't be going to the club, we need to go to the police."
"No. I need to talk to my dad. And I will once all this shit is over."
Tara shook her head and sat back in her seat staring at the dark road.
She stayed silent for a long while, not moving.
I couldn't really blame her. It was a lot to absorb.
Normally you hear of a case where the father would touch his son or his daughter. But you never hear the case where, the father rapes his son and touches his daughter.
She looked at me. "Promise me, Summer, that you will go to the police with this. Please." Her gray eyes were pleading with me.
I nod. "I promise you that I will."
She lets out a relieved breath and looks back to the road, and starts down the road once again.
I poured myself a shot of tequila and sat down the bottle as my eyes went back to the monitor. No problems yet.
The me from before, would have ignored the fact that the club might be in danger, and I would probably have a girl bent over my desk right now.
But that shit was from before.
Now, I get that I have a responsibility. I chose to invest in this, I got to take care of it.
And anyway, the me from now wouldn't want anyone other than Summer bent over my desk.
I smile to myself. I can imagine her moaning my name while I pound in her.
I hope she comes tonight, but at the same time, she probably shouldn't. Not until this shit is cleared up.
I placed my drink down, but too close to the edge of my desk and it tipped over onto the carpet.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." I said as I picked my glass up.
I looked to the door and Imogene was standing there dressed in a beige trench coat.
Oh fuck. Here we go. I slowly sat my glass down. "How'd you get back here?"
"Told them I was a new dancer." She said smiling as she shut the door.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
She walked closer to my desk and stopped in front of it.
"What's with the trench coat? I swear to god, you better have some fucking clothes on under there."
She chuckled. "What if I don't?" She asked, leaning over my desk.
"I'm dead serious." I said.
She untied the belt and pulled it open showing that she had on nothing but a bra and a pair of see-through panties.
I stood up and walked over to her. I grabbed her by her hair. "Get the fuck out."
She looked up at me, her face coated in desire. "Chris, you can do whatever you want to me. I won't stop you. I want you to touch me like you touch her. Please." She whispered.
"I do not want you. There is no part of me that wants you."
"Shut the fuck up, and listen to me. I don't want to see you here ever again. Summer already told you off, and you come here trying to be sneaky. It didn't work. Tie your coat back up, and get out."
"Why don't you want me?"
"Because," I released her hair and stepped back from her. "Summer. And I'm not attracted to you. When will you get it in your fucking head that it's always been her?"
Imogene tied up her coat, her eyes watering.
"I can't believe Liam still wants you. After this. You look pathetic," I leaned against the desk. "You know that?"
She sniffed and looked into my eyes. "You and her, it'll never last long. Either you're going to knock her up and leave her, or you'll just find someone hotter and leave. Either way, you will eventually leave her."
I chuckled. "You wish, sweetheart. You wish you were her."
She just glared at me.
"Get out, Imogene. And you're banned, not just from the club. Anywhere I am, you're banned."
"You can't do that!"
"Why can't I? You come into my office, begging me to fuck you. You know I have a fucking girlfriend yet you won't give up. You're obsessed, and you make me fucking sick. So get the fuck out."
She blinked as a tear came down slowly dropping down her cheek.
My god. Maybe her and Liam should be together. They're both so fucking dramatic. "Out."
She scowled and then turned. Just as she reached for the door knob, it opened, and Summer stepped in.
The moment she saw Imogene, she glared at her. She met my eyes for a moment before looking back to Imogene.
Imogene stepped back.
Summer dropped her clutch, and closed the door, and then removed her heels.
She wasn't hesitating as she moved. It was almost like she had planned this. Like she knew this moment was coming.
I watched her, and I became oddly turned on as she glared at Imogene.
There was fire, and hate in her eyes. And I knew that one way or another, she was going to hurt Imogene.
I warned her. I mean I didn't expect her to actually listen to me. But I thought the girl maybe had a bit of damn sense.
She didn't seem to want to fight. She seemed upset, but hey, whatever happened, I'm pretty sure she deserved it. And I'm more than positive that Chris rejected her, and did the right thing.
But she had this coming for a long time.
She knows that.
I didn't care whether or not she wanted to fight. I did. And I would feel no remorse.
I kick my heels to the side and then as soon as she tried find her way around me, I grab her hair, pulling it down hard and started to repeatedly punch her hard in her face. The blows were hard, relentless but she didn't move. She didn't block. I don't know why she wasn't fighting back. She could have. The girl was stronger, older, she could have stopped me. She had every opportunity to fight me back, yet she chose not to.
But it didn't make me stop. I hated this bitch. I hated her for setting off Liam. I hated her for trying to be with Chris. She's just fucking destruction, and now I wanted to ruin her.
I never thought I was physically strong, but soon my fist felt wet, soaked with her blood. Maybe I underestimated my strength.
All I could hear was her crying and the wet slap of my fist against her face. Nothing else.
I expected Chris to stop me, but he didn't. He hated her. And I did too. I felt like we were both doing evil.
The door opened and I didn't know who it was, but all I felt was huge arms picking me up and taking me away from Imogene.
"No. Keep her here." Chris said.
The man hesitated.
"Put her down, take this other one out of here." He said glaring down at Imogene.
I was so calm.
I expected to go out of control and go Jackie Chan on the bitch, instead, everything was calm.
My knuckles hurt like hell.
The man put me down, and he picked Imogene up bridal style. "Should I take her to the hospital?" He asked.
Chris looked at her and then nodded. "Yes."
Imogene was still whimpering, and crying. And I don't know why, but a part of me felt like she wanted me to beat her to death because Chris didn't want her. This was my theory only because she didn't stop me.
The man nodded.
"And, Joshua, don't let anyone see her. Leave out the back and get someone else to replace you." Chris said.
Joshua nodded. "Yes, sir." He hurried out of the room, and the door shut on its own.
I breathed deeply in relief. Yeah, maybe I was slightly okay with not killing her, yet, I still didn't want to be done with her. But I had to be. As long as I got the message across.
I turned my head slowly to look to Chris.
He had that look in his eyes, that look that meant desire, but instead of just flat out lying me on his desk, he grabbed a plastic bag, and grabbed some ice from the cooler in the corner, and some tissue. He placed the ice in the bag and tied it up.
I walked over to him and watched him as he used the tissue to wipe the blood from my knuckles. I don't know if it was mine and hers or just hers.
They were badly bruised.
I watched Chris as he took the tissue away and held the ice against my hand.
I sighed in relief and closed my eyes. It calmed down the pain a little.
We didn't say anything. There wasn't anything to say.
Maybe it was wrong, what I did. Maybe I should be in trouble, but this was Chris's place. And in Chris's territory, nobody could fuck with me. Nobody could fuck with us.
I know that this may be odd, or surprising coming from me, but she just irritated the hell out of me. She doesn't listen, she lies, and she cheats. Honestly, I don't regret what I did to her tonight.