"Fuck it," David swore and got up from the couch. When he headed towards the bed, Bonnie froze. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and he never took his eyes off her as he climbed onto the bed and hovered above her. "What is your problem, Bonnie?" He asked. "I don't have a problem. You're a the one who has a problem" "Well then, do you mind telling me what my problem is? “I will" Bonnie shot back and lifted her body so she was balanced on her elbows. The position brought her dangerously close to David, but she didn't care, determined to try to talk some sense into him. "You problem is that you're afraid of being happy. You're afraid of letting go and letting someone in. You build this…. Annoying wall around yourself and end up pushing everyone who cares about you away and you make excuses for it… like your job and shit like that, but the truth is that you're just afraid of people leaving. You feel like you are better off if you are not attached to anyone and that's ju
He dipped his head as he used his hands to spread her legs wider, exposing her fully to his view and taste. He ran his hands up her inner thigh until he slid a finger into her core while his tongue pleasured her skin. Her shoulders came off the mattress then as she screamed his name. David stuck his tongue out, and licked her from slit to starfish, and back again. She had a nice taste and David licked and licked, knowing that this might be his last time with her. Probably the last time he would ever touch her again. He kept one hand stroking either her back or her legs, keeping constant contact. It was only about five minutes and Bonnie was pushing her butt into his face, moving her thighs around, and she was even creaming on his tongue. She was moaning, but in a way that she certainly was self-conscious about making too much noise. After all, this was a hotel. She came all over his face, and David knew that it was time for him. David stood up, and as Bonnie tried to stand up, He p
"Then go find whoever you are looking for. I don't care." Bonnie retorted, "But there is no way in hell I'm going back home with another one of you guys. I have had enough already." She pointed an accusing finger in his direction. "And you know what, David? You should really listen to me and take lessons in communication because you suck at it. What is with you and wanting to make every fucking decision for me without talking to me about it first?" "Excuse me, Mike," David said, nodding in the direction of his friend, before grabbing Bonnie by her arm and pulling her away so they could talk without Michael hearing their conversation. "Damn it, Bonnie!" he said, gritting his teeth, "What is the matter with you? I do that because you're so fucking stubborn. You never want to listen because you always want things to go your way. You fight me on everything so I think it's just better this way. And even after that, it's still so fucking hard." Bonnie yanked her hand out of his grip
It was more of a statement than a question and David wondered how and when he became so transparent about his feelings. Did people always see through him this easily? Had he always been that way or did this just apply to Bonnie. He had a feeling that it did. He also knew that there was no point denying it to George so he didn't even try. "Oh gosh, man. You're in love with her, aren't you?" George asked and David flinched. "That's what this is all about. It's why you're finally taking this so serious. I get it now. I was wondering why they would treathen a client to get to you and now I finally understand." David shook his head. "It doesn't matter," he said, and hoped that he sounded convincing enough to make-up George stop talking. He didn't obviously, because George didn't stop talking about it. "I knew it" he said, almost as if he was enjoying the whole thing. "I knew when the right woman came along, you'd fall so hard. I said so. Didn't I? You love Bonnie Rimmer." Bonnie, D
Six days, Bonnie thought. It has been six days since she had reluctantly said goodbye to the man she loved. Six days she'd spent trying to keep him out of her mind and move on… except that plan kept failing because even though she was trying, she hoped that he would at least give her a call to check on her, but he hadn't. In fact, judging by his actions so far, he seemed really okay with it. She knew that he called Michael regularly just to see how well the job was going, but that didn't mean anything because not once did he even ask to speak to her. Her emotions were all over the place. She went from neutral to sad to angry and then back to neutral. Right now, she was angry and she was done making assumptions from his actions. If there was one thing she'd learnt from this, it was that jumping into conclusions without any conversation was just setting yourself up to get hurt… and that was what she'd done simply because he'd been nice to her on his boat… she had jumped into conclusi
David preferred darkness to light, and that was the reason why he figured it would be better to visit the house at night. After so much work, he and George had finally tracked down the location the texts and calls were coming from, and although David couldn't wait to get his hands on the bastard who had caused him so much stress, he figured it would be better to do it at night. He liked the shadows, the silence, and the fact that most people were asleep. Even those awake were on the low end of their energy cycle —although not him. He made sure of that. He didn't know just how many men would be at the house, so he'd brought two men from the agency to join him and George. He had also contemplated bringing Michael along, but decided it would be better if he stayed with Bonnie until he was sure that this was finally over. So far, there were no reports from Michael about anything being suspicious, and David was beginning to think that the message had been nothing but another threat, but h
Bonnie sat quietly in the room where she was kept. Her face felt hot and she knew she had a cut on her lower lip from where she had been hit when she was grabbed. She had cried her eyes out until she didn't have the energy to cry anymore, so she just sat on the floor with her knees raised up to her chest and tried to think. Her life had changed so much since she ran out on her wedding…. It hadn't even been up to four months but so much had happened that it felt like years had passed. Her thoughts drifted to David. She was in this situation right now because she had gotten involved with him, but funny enough she still didn't regret it and didn't regret running out on her wedding. How stupid was she? She couldn't help but wonder because only a crazy person would think the way she was thinking right now. She sighed…. A person crazy in love. She winced when she thought about Michael. How was he? Was he dead? Did someone find him? The question bothered her and the assumption that he ha
While the other two men stayed outside and watched the building, David and George went into the house. It was empty. That was something David already knew, but he signed George to look around the other rooms while he went straight to the room he suspected Bonnie would be in. He got to the room but it was locked from inside. But he was now one hundred percent sure that Bonnie was in there because as soon as he tried the door, he heard her muffled voice. She clearly wasn't alone because someone made her stop. David's chest ached from the pain that had struck his heart when he’d heard Bonnie cry out from within the apartment. He had to get inside—without that man hurting Bonnie any more. He hammered at the door again. “C’mon, I'm here. lemme in.”“No—” Bonnie began but then cried out again.He stepped back, so he had room to kick in the door. When he tried once and the door didn't budge, he put his gun in the waistband of his jeans and moved backwards to try again. But before he could