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  “Wait, he’s here?” I asked anxiously. Nobody had warned me or said anything about him being in the office. I would assume he’d gone back to California with his kid and bimbo wife.

  My fingers gripped on the copy machine to keep from shaking. Where was Spencer when I needed him the most? I should have left with him when he offered. It was too soon for me to be in the same building with Chase.

  “Yes, he’s here, but my favor. We need to get back to that,” Stacey interjected.

  “Fuck your damn favor. I don’t owe you shit,” I growled angrily.

  “You do, remember, I caught you and Spencer--”

  “Newsflash, everyone knows Spencer and I are together. My parents know, his parents know. We fucking live together. I don’t owe you shit,” I snapped in her face. “Better yet, if you aren’t going to work, get the fuck out of here. Unlike other people, I work for my keep.”

  “Ugh, whatever.” Stacey stormed from the room, the door to the mailroom slamming behind her.

  Luckily, I had a ton of work to finish. Chase had no business in the mailroom. As long as I kept at my work, maybe I wouldn’t have to see him. That was my plan, work until lunch and hope Spencer got back sooner rather than later to save me.

  I popped my earbuds in and got back to work. I hummed along to the song as I sorted through the files I was making copies of. The case was a high profile murder case. Going through the files, I got to see all the gorey details, over and over again--joy. I was definitely more suited for family law. I really didn’t know how my mom did it.

  The redundancy of making copies was starting to get to me and standing in stilettos was killing my feet. I slipped off my shoes and kicked them to the side for the time being. I enjoyed being barefoot and preferred to dance that way.

  Joe and I were working hard to put the final touches on the fundraiser recital. I really wanted to start a second class. So far we only had hip-hop, but a few girls were interested in my favorite form of dance, modern.

  My music app switched to one of my favorite new songs that I was hoping to choreograph a piece to. It was a very mellow, yet emotional, song that caused tears to fill my eyes. I thought of how much I loved Spencer and how I was truly happy for the first time ever. I wanted that happiness for the rest of my life and I hoped Spencer felt the same way. I could never be with another man, only Spencer.

  A hand on my shoulder didn’t scare me too much, as Spencer had already done it earlier. I turned around, expecting my boyfriend who’d returned from his hot dog run,but finding the man that tried to rip my innocence away as a teenager.

  I couldn’t open my mouth to speak as my body shook violently. I lost all my motor skills in one go as I stood with Chase towering over me. I only hoped it was a dream, a terrible dream, and not my reality.

  “Megan, Megan, Megan,” he chanted as he ran his hands along my jittering arms. I needed him to go away. God, I hoped he would drop right there and I could run away. “You little bitch, you fucking ruined everything.”

  “Me?” I questioned, finding my voice.

  “Yes, you. After your little drama show on the Fourth, my fucking wife left. Took my daughter and filed for divorce. I’m set to lose more than half of everything, thanks to little you. The little girl that bloomed into one fuckable woman. I’d still fuck you, right here, right now.” He ran his hand under my skirt the way Spencer had just done. Though now, I wasn’t filled with lust, but an honest fear.

  “Stop, please,” I begged in a whisper, tears falling from my eyes.

  Chase laughed before leaning in, his tongue licking up my cheek. I squirmed and tried to pull away, but his grip on me was too strong.

  “Oh, I remember that night. You begging for me to stop, but only after you’d come onto me. You wanted it, but chickened out. You aren’t the only girl to beg me to stop. Oh no, you aren’t, but you’re the one I never got to finish. I never got to taste the one sweet peach I wanted to--”

  Chase was knocked away from me. I watched as his body was yanked like a rag doll and pinned to the wall by Spencer, whose eyes were filled with a rage that scared me. I’d never seen Spencer filled with so much fury. His fists pounded into Chase’s face, blow after blow.

  “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” He screamed, beating in Chase’s face, blood oozing from Chase’s mouth and nose. “YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”

  “Spencer!” Heather’s frightened voice came from the door.

  I was paralyzed as I watched the scene unfold before me. I still felt Chase’s disgusting hands on me, touching me, feeling me up--his tongue as he tasted my skin. It made me sick to my stomach, honestly sick. My hand flew to my mouth, but the next thing, I was bent over and vomiting on the floor.

  “GET THE FUCK OFF ME, HIS ASS IS GOING TO DIE!” Spencer’s screams filled the room and I knew the entire office could hear him. I glanced up to see my dad and Steve working to pull Spencer off a bloodied Chase.

  “SPENCER, THAT IS ENOUGH!” Steve roared, but Spencer was too far gone.

  “Spencer, Babe!” my shaky voice called out. His eyes tore away from Chase long enough for my dad and Steve to yank him away and pull Chase from the situation.

  “Fucking psycho,” Chase spat before literally spitting blood onto the floor.

  “Let me go, he needs to die!” Spencer shouted, but he was secured and wouldn’t be going anywhere. “Rapist motherfucker!”

  The room was a mess. Copies were all over the floor, most were either covered in Chase’s blood or my vomit. It was like a horror movie crew had used the room to film a scene, but this scene was my real life, a mess.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Spencer

  Nicotine. Sweet, fucking nicotine is what my body craved, and yet I hadn’t smoked in weeks. After the adrenaline had worn off from my confrontation with Chase, my body shook and my teeth rattled. It needed nicotine, it wanted it, but I wasn’t going to give in, no matter how badly I wanted it.

  I sighed, running my fingers through my messy hair. The action made me wince. I took another glance at my knuckles. They were red, swollen, and my thumb had already had to be popped back into place.

  That fucker deserved it, and so much more.

  After flying to my favorite hot dog joint and picking up one for Megan and myself, I took the trip back to the office in double time. Something in my gut told me there was a problem. A connection like I had never known before was linking Megan and I, and the universe was warning me that something wasn’t right. The entire ride up the elevator, I counted the hand as it reached each floor. It took ages, and by the end of it, I felt like a trapped wild lion in a cage.

  I stormed out and ran towards the mail room, almost knocking the receptionist down in my wake, but I couldn’t stop. Every foot I ran, the tightening in my chest grew, squeezing my heart. If something had happened to her, if Chase had touched her, I would never forgive myself for not being there to protect her. She was mine to protect and I had failed miserably.

  The door was cracked when I arrived, and the voice of the man I had grown up with penetrated my ears, making me see red instantly.

  “You begging for me to stop, but only after you’d come onto me. You wanted it, but chickened out. You aren’t the only girl to beg me to stop.”

  Instinct kicked in at his confession and I stormed in, but neither Chase, nor my Peaches heard me, both locked on each other. For the rest of my life, I would never forget the look of sheer terror in my girls’ eyes. I never wanted to see that look again, as he ran his fingers up and down her face and he groped her down below.

  If you asked me now, while I paced my office, if I remember everything that happened, I couldn’t tell you anything. One minute I was standing there, right inside the door, and the next I was on him, punching, screaming, raging. The man who looked like me, who shared the same eyes as I did, was now a monster. He looked ragged, disheveled, and ugly. A beast. I didn’t recognize him anymore and as each blow landed on his face, he morphed right
before my eyes into something ugly and dangerous, and he needed to be stopped.

  I guessed, looking back on it now, it was a good thing they pulled me off of him. On top of the trouble I had faced in Europe, I didn’t need manslaughter added to my record. I winced again as my hand throbbed. I needed Megan desperately. I needed to make sure she was ok, but no one would let me see her until I had cooled down. Didn’t they understand she was the only thing that could control the fear and anger radiating within me?

  The craving for another cigarette tore through me and I fought it once again. I didn’t have any I could smoke anyways, but the gum I had used to help me quit right after I found out about Megan’s allergies was sitting in the drawer in my desk. I had been off of those too, for nearly a week, but I wasn’t sure I would last much longer without something.

  “SPENCER?” Megan shouted from outside my office door.

  With thoughts of harmful chemicals and disgusting gum forcefully pushed aside, I ran to the door and threw it open.

  “Peaches,” I said, looking around to make sure no one had followed her, at least not my despicable brother, “Are you ok? God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

  I reached for her and pulled her into my embrace. The smell of her hair had an instant calming effect that no amount of cancer sticks would ever compare to. She was my own brand of Marlboro’s, and I was yearning for a fix.

  “I’m ok, Spencer. I promise. Please, are you ok?” She looked up at me, tears staining her gorgeous brown eyes.

  “I am now,” I whispered, putting my nose back into her hair and tugging her closer. I wanted to melt into her skin and make it impossible to find out where I ended and she began.

  “Can we go home?” She asked, her voice just barely audible, her lips pressed up against my shirt.

  “I think that’s a fabulous idea.”

  Grabbing my suit jacket, now spattered in blood and mustard from the haphazardly thrown hot dogs I’d secured on lunch, I flung it over my arm and took Megan’s hand in mine.

  “Let’s go home Peaches.”

  She stayed silent the entire way back to our townhouse and the itchy feeling started within me again. By the time I parked the car, I was on the verge of panic. I knew she needed time to process what had happened today, but my girl was always vibrant, bubbly, and talkative after work. This silence was killing me.

  Putting the car in park, I turned in my seat, and put my hand on her shoulder. My nerves ramped up when she jumped in her seat and faced me, her eyes stained with tears and her heart beating so loudly I could hear it.

  “Hey, it’s just me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” I cooed, like a parent might to a scared child. I hated seeing her like this. It was eating me up inside.

  “I--I’m ok. I think. Just a little jittery. Let’s---let’s go inside.”

  “Peaches,” I asked, fear bubbling up and threatening to suffocate me. “Are you---scared of me?” I didn’t think it would be possible, but I could only imagine what kind of a savage I looked like today. My fists flying of their own accord, blood spattering everywhere. The thought was enough to give me pause.

  “What? No, Spencer. I’m not scared of you. Why would you ever think that?”

  Suddenly, Megan was unbuckling her seatbelt and climbing over the center console to perch on my lap in between me and the steering wheel.

  “I love you, Spencer. You saved me today.”

  Her lips met mine in a soft, peaceful, and loving embrace. It felt as if they had a mind of their own, and mine were on the long journey with her. She was not only reassuring me of our relationship, but she was also erasing whatever impression Chase had left on her today. Once again, I was overwhelmed by the amount of strength Megan had, and how much I loved her. She was the most beautiful creature to walk the planet, and she was mine. Forever and always. I would make sure of it.

  “Peaches,” I moaned between heated and passionate kisses.

  “Mmmm?”

  “If we don’t get out of the car, we’re going to give the neighbors a show,” I mumbled against her lips.

  “Who cares?” She responded, shocking me.

  Twisting my fingers in her hair, I tilted her head back to look me in the eyes. Her lips were plump and juicy, and I couldn’t wait to see them around my throbbing cock. “Me, Peaches. I care. No one gets to see this beautiful body except me. No one gets to marvel in every chocolate peak and curve you possess, except me, and guess what?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “No one gets to fuck that beautiful pussy, except me, and that includes with their eyes, so get that beautiful ass in my house and let me do what I do best.”

  Her body convulsed on top of mine, making my dick even harder than it had been before. As much as today scared Megan, I knew that between the two of us, we could, and would, survive anything. There was nothing, and no one, that could ever keep us apart. We were it for each other. And that was that.

  * * *

  “Peaches, you’re hurting me,” I mumbled into her hair as we laid on the bathroom floor together, naked and dripping in each other’s love and sweat.

  “Wha--? Oh my God. Spencer, your hand. I’m sorry,” she stopped on a chuckle.

  “What’s so funny?” I said, sitting up on my elbows, my head resting in my hands.

  “It’s your fault. You couldn’t just let me clean your wounds, could you?” She laughed, taking my bruised hand in hers and lightly rubbing the swelling and bruising.

  “If memory serves, Peaches, I’m not the one who thought it was ok to bend over to look for supplies under the sink with a short skirt on,” I smiled at her, remembering the way her ass looked up in the air as she sifted through the items under the sink looking for gauze.

  “Well, I would hope not. You haven’t shaved those hairy legs in---forever, I’m sure. I don’t think you’d look very good in a skirt,” she giggled. My heart raced, yet again, every time that sound erupted from her lips.

  “Well, I don’t know about that.”

  Faster than humanly possible, two minutes after a mind blowing orgasm, I jumped up to my feet and found the skirt in question.

  “Don’t you dare, Spencer!” she laughed, still laying on the floor.

  “Don’t I dare what? Do this?” With one hand on the waistband of Megan’s discarded skirt and one on the counter for balance I stuck in one foot, and then the other, and hoisted it up my legs. It definitely wouldn’t zip, but the small bit of elastic around the edges made it up and over my hips.

  Putting my hands on my hips, I looked down on my beautiful girlfriend and pursed my lips.

  “What do you think, Peaches?” I twirled, giving her an eye full. “I don’t know if red is my color.”

  Her laugh filled the bathroom and filled my heart. My Megan was back from the dark place she had been in the car. She was here with me. And I---well, I was wearing a skirt.

  “Now where are those shoes. I’ve been dyyyyying to try those on!” I squealed, clapping my hands together.

  “Don’t even think about it, Spencer Grant. Those shoes are worth more than your life!” she laughed, giving me a pointed stare and wagging her finger at me.

  I couldn’t help the playful pout that formed on my lips. “You love your shoes more than---more than me?”

  I watched as Megan stood, just barely coming up to my shoulders. “I could never love anything, or anyone, more than you, Spencer. You’re my savior, my everything. You’re the best man that has ever walked this planet, and I thank God every single day for your love. Fuck the shoes. I can buy a new pair. You. Are. Irreplaceable.”

  Her words hit me square in the chest, and while wearing her tiny skirt, I picked her up, her legs straddling my waist and I carried her into our bedroom.

  The bathroom scene had been hot and intense. This time I intended on taking my time, and showing her how much her speech meant to me. Showing her how much I loved her, and showing her that my heart echoed every word from her mouth.

  I laid he
r down on the bed, her hair fanning out behind her, before stepping back and admiring the sexy goddess in my presence.

  “You’re fucking stunning, Megan,” I whispered, not trusting myself to speak any louder. She had found a way to crawl into my heart and bury herself in, nice and tight. “I love you.

  “I love you too, Spencer. So much.”

  Remembering my added article of clothing, I stepped out of her skirt and threw it on the floor. My erection was already back, but he was going to have to wait. My girl deserved something extra special, and I was going to give it to her.

  “I need to taste you, Peaches” I growled.

  Falling to my knees, I pulled her to the edge of the bed and positioned her feet on the edge, leaving her wide open and vulnerable to my gaze and wandering hands.

  “You’re so fucking delicious,” I murmured, unable to hold back. I swiped my nose between her folds, my tongue following closely behind. She tasted like her cum, my cum, and honey all rolled into one. It was addicting, and I found myself ravaging her, unable to slow down.

  “Oh God, Spencer. I fucking love you,” she shouted, her hips bucking into my face as I ate her like a homeless man starved of food. I couldn’t seem to get enough. “Please, Spencer, please!” She wailed.

  “Please what, Peaches?”

  “I need more. Please.”

  Using two of my fingers, I separated her lips and collected her arousal, smearing it all over her. When my fingers came in contact with her tight, virgin puckered hole, she tensed, but only for a moment.

  Gently, I wiped her natural lube around her entrance while I continued feasting on her clit. When I could feel her relax completely, I slowly entered just the tip of my index finger. Fuck, she was tight.

  “Oh God, Spencer. I’m so fucking close. Please.”

  “You have to tell me what you want, Peaches,” I coaxed, wanting her to say the words she’d never said before. Words she’d never say to anyone but me for the rest of our lives.