EroticReverie

Everleigh Nova Lovelyn

I hadn't known he'd be here. I also hadn't known he still wouldn't know the truth. It's been three years since our parents divorce, and he still doesn't know why. He hated me. Clearly, believed the lie his father sold him. That my mother was nothing more than a gold digger. That we both were. 

"Speak." His voice is cruel and cold as I sit with a blanket off the back of one of the couches, wrapped around me.  This wasn't the Alexander I knew, the Alexander I fell in love with. This one hated me. Had been about to rape me against the wall of a fucking frat house. Just to punish me for a false narrative his father told him. 

But I didnt know where to begin, or how to say what I needed to. Would he even believe me? Would he think I was a liar? Making it up? He's believed the worst for three years. 

"I dont know where to start." I say. 

"Fucking figure it out Nova." he says and I lift my eyes to his. He was even more stunning now that before. Cruel, cold. But still stunning. Six four, a few inches taller than he'd been when my mother took me from that house. His eyes still the same breathtaking crystal blue. 

"I'm scared." I admit. 

He leans back in the recliner and just glares at me. 

"You fucking should be." he says and I know he'll regret it. If he believes me, he'll regret hating me. He'll regret the way he's talking to me. He'll hate himself if he takes what I tell him and believes it for the truth that it is. But it's not fair. Why am I the one that has to break him into pieces? It should be his father telling him the truth. It shouldn't be on my shoulders. 

Part of me almost wanted to just let him believe whatever it was he had in his head. Let me be the bad guy that he apparently thought I was. Thinking of me as no  more than a liar, "like my mother". 

"Speak or get the fuck out Nova. I don't have time for your fucking games." He growls. 

"It's not a game!" I cry, my eyes filling with tears. 

"then quit fucking around." he says and stands and I look up at him. 

I couldnt do it. I couldnt. I couldnt ruin his life again. He already thought I'd ruined it before. He blamed my mother, blamed me. Even if it wasnt our fault. 

He walks over to me, and pulls the blanket from me, I grip it, and he yanks. 

"We're done talking." he says and I feel my tears fall down my cheeks as I wrap my hands over my chest, hiding my breasts as my loose bra hangs on my shoulders and over my breasts. 

"no Alexander, please, no" I cry as he pushes me to lay back on the couch and pushes my legs apart as I try to close them, and he looks between my legs and groans. 

"fuck." he groans and looks from my pussy to my face, then lifts his hands and pulls my arms from my chest and I cry as he pins my hands above me and pulls the bra up them, exposing my breasts and he groans.

"fuck" he repeats and grabs my bra, tying it around my wrists. keeping them bound. I barely fight him. I never wanted the first time he saw me, to be like this. All the nights we spent together, our bodies never exposed, our hands always over clothes as we touched each other. 

"I shouldnt even want to taste you" he growls. 

"But ive been wondering for three fucking years what the bitch who made me love her, tastes like" 

"thinking id never get a chance to know what you fucking taste like" he groans and drops his hand between my legs, holding my bound wrists above me as he cups my pussy and I cry, even as my body writhes and I push myself against his hand.

"yeah? you want me to taste it?" he growls through his teeth and I whimper. 

"say you want me to taste it Nova" he says through gritted teeth as his two fingers  slide between my pussy lips and over my clit, and then down into me. 

I hiss as he plunges his fingers deep and hard. I scream out and he groans. 

"Give me a fucking taste Nova" he growls and fingers me harder as I scream, tears streaking down my cheeks. I squeeze my eyes shut as he makes sure it fucking hurts. I dont bother to tell him to stop, I dont bother to remind him I kept my promise to him. He'll know soon enough that I wasn't lying, because I felt the rip of it, the pinch inside of me as his finger claimed the thing I promised was always going to belong to him. The thing I made plans to give to him, and only him. 

He's looking at me as I open my eyes, filled with tears, I watch him lift wet fingers to his lips, seeing the tinge of red. But he doesnt, not as he grins at me wickedly, lifting his fingers to his parted lips to taste my pussy. 

"Im going to remember the taste of you for the rest of my fucking life you fucking bitch" he growls as then looks at his fingers for a brief second then at me, then right back to his fingers. He pauses. His eyes widening. He looks down. 

"Shit." he hisses, backing up, looking between my legs. I don't even have to look to know that the wetness between my legs isnt arousal. 

"nova..." he says, staring as his bloody fingers. 

"i told you i never lied to you...i told you i kept my promise....i've never lied to you" I say and he looks at me. Gone is the cruel grin, gone is the coldness in his eyes. But he's still not my Alexander. He's still a different version of what I left behind, even as he looks at me, shaking his head. 

I bring my wrists down, and I squirm to sit up, pulling at my wrists at the way he tied my bra around my wrists, the lace leaving a burn against my skin as I rub them. 

"nova..." he says. 

"believe what you want.....i'm not the bad guy....neither is my mother." I say as I stand and grab the blanket and wrap it around myself and wipe some of my tears. 

"but you are ....you're a bad guy. Just like him." I say as I walk across the room.

"Nova...dont....wait..i'm not....i...fuck....like who, what are you talking about?" He asks and I just open the door, and leave the room, leave the party, walking to several blocks to my car.

"Wait!" I hear him yell, tears falling like rain down my cheeks as I stop, I shouldnt, but I do. He turns me around and takes my face in his hands. I cry harder, because his hands feel just like they used to. Soft, gentle, touching me like I'm precious. But these are the hands that also just assaulted me, in some fucking revenge filled vendetta against me for something I didn't do. Hands capable of things I wouldve never in a million years have expected them to be capable of. Hurting someone. Hurting me of all people. 

"you need to talk to me, tell me what the fuck is going on, why...why did you leave me" he says and shakes my head slightly and I turn my head back and forth , shaking it and he holds my head still and tilts it up and makes me look at him through tear filled eyes.

"I would never hurt you" I cry. "n-not on purpose....and you...promised...you promised you'd never hurt me...and you just did" 

"I...." he starts. 

I shake my head. " no matter what....i'd never hurt you" I look at him. 

"I loved you more than that...to ever hurt you out of anger....no matter what you coudve ever done wrong....i'd have never fucking been so fucking mean to you like you just were to me." I say. Because hating me, was no excuse. Hating me for something I wasnt at fault for or not, was no  fucking excuse, no matter what he thinks I did. We made a fucking promise, many. 

"You broke your promise." I say as I stare at him. "Not me." 

"just tell me what the fuck is going on, what was all that bullshit back there , huh? you fucking with me? huh?" He asks , but he still holds my face. 

"Tell me youre fucking with me...tell me you're lying to me...fuckin tell me Nova!" he yells right at me, while his own eyes fill with tears. But he already knows Im not fucking with him, or playing games. He knows Im not guilty for whatever it is his father made him believe when me and my mother left. 

"say it, god damnit, fuckin say it" he says and I  know he regrets it already, every fucking word he said back there, everything he did. But it doesnt matter. Because he knows I didnt break my promises I made him. Other than the one I had no choice over. To never leave him. 

"it doesnt matter, does it?" I ask and he stops and looks at me. 

"because whether its the truth or not....one of us is an unforgivable asshole...." I say, making sure he knows it's him, and not me. 

"you're the bad guy Alexander. Not me. You and your father. Not me and my mother." I say as i push his hands from my face.

"My father?"  he asks and I say nothing as I open my door. 

"What are you talking about?" he asks as he walks over to my door as I shut it. 

"What are you talking about Nova?!" he asks and slams his hand on the rood of my car and I start my car. 

"ask your father. maybe he'll tell you the truth for once." I say and then pull away from the curb.