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Nikki

I wake up to hear the shower running. I stretch, wincing from the pain in my feet. Stupid sea creatures. Something like that would happen to me.

I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, looking at the floor like it’s made of lava. I am not willing to have Twisted carrying me around like some helpless child the rest of the vacation. I’m also not willing to admit to him how much I like being in his arms.

My eyes trail over to the post where he tied me up earlier and a chill runs through me. He was so forceful. When he told me to say I was his it scared the shit out of me. I didn’t want to. It’s not even that I didn’t want to say it, more so that I didn’t want to admit it. As much as I fight him, the man has a hold on me. No matter how much I tell myself that I don’t care, it’s a damn lie. I’m becoming attached to him more and more every day.

You’re an idiot.

I hear the water turn off in the bathroom and look up to see him walking toward me in only a towel. Drops of water are trailing down his chest, each one tracing the defined lines of his abs. I shake my head; the man is like a walking orgasm.

Taking a deep breath, I try to stand up. His hands move to catch me but I’m determined not to fall. The pain is still there but it's more manageable than it was before. “I got it, Romeo. Why don’t you go do a few push ups.”

I hear him laughing as I walk toward the bathroom. Tonight is Lizzie’s rehearsal dinner at the hotel’s fancy restaurant. After spending an hour doing my hair and makeup, which is much more time than I usually devote to these things, I slip my dress over my head and take a look in the mirror. Before we went away, Twisted made me go shopping with Lucy and Tracie. It was a huge fight because I hate taking handouts.

“They will be here in five fucking minutes. Just take the damn money.” He extends his hand out to me again but I smack it away.

“No! You didn’t even ask me about this first. You don’t just make plans for me and expect me to go along with them. Not only that but I don’t want your money.” I cross my arms. I refuse to have him paying my way. I’m already living with him rent free, I don’t want to take anything else. I’ve made it this far on my own.

“Oh yeah? You gonna wear jeans and t-shirts the whole damn week?” He cocks an eyebrow at me.

Shit. He’s right. I have some money from working at the bar but I also just got us groceries. I don’t have nearly enough money to get a bathing suit and dresses for the things we are going to be going to. “Fine. I’ll take the money but I’m paying you back.”

“Jesus, woman, you are out of your damn mind. I don’t need it back. You want to give me something? Give me a blow job or let me put it up your ass.” He throws the money on the counter and walks away as I collapse in hysterics.

The dress I have on tonight is a deep blue halter-top that fans out at the waist and stops mid-thigh. Lizzie said that everyone would be going out dancing after dinner at the club the resort has, since they never really did the bachelor/bachelorette thing. I slip my feet into a pair of wedges realizing the stilettos I planned on are in no way a possibility anymore.

When I walk out of the bathroom, I see Twisted sitting on the bed in a short sleeve black button up shirt and gray pants. His tattoos trail out from under the shirtsleeves as they hug his biceps. He looks sexy, and I can’t decide if I like this or the biker look better.

“Enjoy it, babe, ’cause this shit is rare.” He looks over at his jeans and cut hanging on the chair like they are his long lost friends.

I smile as I walk over to him. “Too bad, the stick up your ass look suits you.” I laugh as I turn toward the door. He grabs me, pulling me back against him and pressing his dick into my ass.

“The stick up your ass look suits you too.” He kisses the side of my neck.

I push away from him. “Oh hell no. Sorry buddy. Exit only.” I reach for the door. “You’re outta luck if that’s what you want.” I feel him close to me again.

“We’ll see about that.” He reaches around me opening the door.

“Ha! Keep telling yourself that. Back door is closed for business permanently. That shit went bankrupt and is never opening again.” I walk out of the door hearing him laugh behind me. He can think I’m kidding all he wants but a girl has to draw the line somewhere.

The restaurant is a fancy French place and as soon as we walk in I can tell Twisted is uncomfortable. Most of our group is here already so the waitress leads us to the room they reserved. We sit at the table and his eyes look down at the mass amount of silverware. His fingers pull at the collar of his shirt and I giggle. I lean in close to him. “You work from the outside in. First course you use the first fork, and so on.”

He looks over at me as if he is trying to assess me. “You come to places like this a lot?”

“Nope.” I shrug. “I’ve just seen Pretty Woman a bunch of times.” He looks at me in confusion. “Pretty Woman, the movie?” Twisted shakes his head. “Seriously? I know you’re a guy and everything, but it’s a movie about a prostitute. Anyway, she dates this rich guy and at one point learns about all the fancy stuff including silverware.” I say as I wave my hand over the table.

“Don’t get all crazy, you know this is probably the first time that girly crap has probably ever come in useful before.”

I shake my finger at him. “Not true. Where do you think I learned my awesome flashing skills?”

His eyes narrow at me and I swear the man fucking growls at me. “Ok, Tarzan, it was a joke. Jeez.”

I hear the sound of a glass being tapped with a piece of silverware, and when I look over, an older man is standing at the head of the table. “Thank you all for joining us to celebrate our beautiful daughter Elizabeth’s wedding to Scott. We hear that tomorrow will be a beautiful beach day and look forward to celebrating with all of you. Let us toast to the bride and groom. Health, wealth, and happiness.” He raises his glass. I grab the water in front of me doing the same, then taking a small sip from it.

The man and a woman about his age, who I assume is his wife, begin to make their way around the table. When they get to us I smile at them. “Hi, it’s so nice to meet Cameron’s parents.” It feels so weird to call him that but it’s the name they gave him.

“I’m sorry dear but we um...” The woman looks down at me, uncomfortable with my assumption.

“They aren’t my parents.” Twisted’s voice sounds from beside me.

Foot meet mouth. I’m speechless at this point. What an asshole.

Twisted extends his hand out to them, “Greg, Amy, good seeing you again.” They smile at him. “This is Nikki, I didn’t get a chance to explain the family dynamic yet.” They both extend me a smile before moving on to the people next to us.

At this point I just wish the floor would swallow me whole. I cover my face with my hands, my whole face heated and most likely red as a tomato. I sneak a peek over at Twisted and he seems like he is trying to hold back from laughing. “It’s not funny.”

“It really is though.” I elbow him, enjoying the sound of his sharp intake of breath.

“Can you tell me what I’m missing?”

“I can give you the short version but I’m not answering questions. Don’t get any ideas about asking Jesse or Lizzie either. They won’t answer them. Take it or leave it.” His voice is completely void of any emotion it had in it before.

This must tie into his past. The scars. I nod.

He turns away from me. His eyes are staring off at nothing, distant and emotionless. “Lizzie was adopted by Greg and Amy. We all had the same biological parents.”

I want to ask so many questions.

Where did he and Jesse go?

What happened that they were adopted?

How did they all find each other again?

I don’t though.

I know he won’t answer them.

Dinner passes without any more incidents, thankfully. Walking back to the room there is so much I want to ask him. I want him to open up to me. I’ve told Twisted things I never told anyone before. I want him to know that he can trust me enough to open up to me the same way.

We walk into our room and I turn toward him. He is moving around the room, his hands unbuttoning his shirt. The entire time I watch him he doesn’t once look up at me. “Can we talk?”

He looks up at me. “Not if you’re gonna ask me questions about shit I don’t want to talk about.” Turning away from me he walks into the bathroom.

I sit on the bed feeling overwhelmed by the different emotions running through me. I’m angry that he is so dismissive of me and my questions. That he won’t even consider letting me in. I’m hurt because I shared my past with him. Sure, he doesn’t know everything, but I gave him a part of me that night. When the bathroom door opens I look up at him. “Tell me why it’s okay that you demanded my story but you refuse to give me any of yours?”

He doesn’t answer me.

“Is this some sort of bullshit control thing? You can’t tell me because you always want to be in charge?” My voice is getting louder.

Silence is all I get.

The hurt is lessening and the anger inside of me is rising the more he completely ignores me. I stand up and walk over to him. “Stop ignoring me! What makes you so damn special? Why do you get to keep everything to yourself?”

His hands grab my arms roughly and I jump. When his eyes meet mine they are fierce. “Because the shit that I would tell you will haunt your fucking dreams.”

He releases me and I stumble. We stand there looking at each other. I have no idea what to say to him. I want to tell him I can handle it, that I’m strong enough.

Before I can say anything else he turns away from me and walks out of the door.

My mind races as I try to think of what it is that could possibly be so bad.

I get undressed and slip under the sheets not bothering to go after him.

Nikki

Today is Lizzie’s wedding.

Twisted came back into the room in the middle of the night and slipped into bed with me. When he did I wanted to turn to him, but I didn’t. I pretended to be asleep and lay there. I was pissed that he walked out, and even more so that he is so closed off. I decide not to push the issue this morning though. We only have four more days here, and then when we get back home I only have three more weeks with him. I don’t want to spend them in a constant fight trying to get something from him that he isn’t willing to give.

I straighten the last strand of my hair and look into the mirror. The dress I’m wearing I picked out just for him. When I showed him all the clothes from my shopping trip, I kept this one to myself. He had asked to see it and I just kept telling him no. I wanted him to see me in it today. When I put it on, Tracie was actually speechless, so I knew at that point that I had to get it.

It’s a black dress that hugs every inch of my body. The front is a V-neck halter-top that stops a few inches above my knee. The back of the dress is my favorite. It’s a corset that laces up with a red satin ribbon. Luckily the dress has a hidden zipper on the side and isn’t a real corset or I could have never gotten it on. My feet feel a little better today and I decide to chance wearing the red pair of heels I brought. My hair hangs straight down my back, and I spent forever perfecting the perfect smokey eye.

Taking a deep breath I open the bathroom door and see him standing with his back to me. He is one of the groomsmen, and thankfully Lizzie didn’t go too crazy with the wedding attire. His black dress pants look great, especially with the way they hug his ass. I see his hands moving and assume he is buttoning up the white dress shirt she required them to wear. Taking a couple steps, my heels click on the marble floor.

When Twisted turns toward me his hands pause on the top button that they were fastening. “Shit.” He looks at his watch before a pained expression crosses his face. “Is it bad to be late to these things?” With a couple steps his hands are on my waist pulling me against him. “I don’t know if I can leave right now without having you.” His lips press against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He is so dominant and powerful. Usually this is something that would have turned me off and made me run, but I can’t get enough of it. “You look gorgeous.”

My eyes open meeting his. I don’t move for a minute, lost in the fact that a statement as simple as that has me softening to him in a way I haven’t with anyone before. I’ve been called hot, sexy, and much worse. Gorgeous? Never.

“Unfortunately we have to go. We might need to sneak back here before the party though.” His hands slide down my body until they cup my ass. I lean up kissing him again. “Okay, we really need to leave.” He steps back taking another look at me. “Jesus, woman, you even going to be able to get out of that?”

“I guess we’ll have to see.” I wink at him as I walk toward the door.

Lizzie’s wedding is on the beach with rows of white chairs lined up and a decorated white lattice archway. I sit down in one of the first few rows. Twisted gives me a quick kiss before walking up front and standing next to the other groomsmen. Even though they are all dressed the same, he stands out. I can’t help but laugh at how uncomfortable he looks.

Soft music starts to play and everyone turns to see Lizzie. She looks beautiful in her silk dress that clings to her body as she walks down the small makeshift aisle. The back of the dress is a deep plunging V.  As I watch the ceremony my eyes start to well with tears. I am realizing that this is something I won’t ever get to have. Being able to marry the person that you love in front of people who love you. It’s just something that isn’t in my future and seeing it dangled in front of me hurts.

I snap out of it as everyone around me begins clapping. Looking up I see Scott dipping Lizzie as they kiss. They walk down the aisle both of them beaming and I can't help but smile at how happy they are. The bridal party walks down the aisle and I grimace with irritation as I see the girl walking with Twisted. She looks up at him, batting her obviously fake lashes, as she sways her hips brushing against him every time she does. This girl must have a death wish.

Once they all retreat, the rest of us follow the coordinator into a large open room. Looking at the seating chart I find my name and head to my assigned table. Everyone is talking and carrying on conversations but I don’t know anyone, and I grow more uncomfortable as time passes. I decide to turn my phone on and check my messages. If I don’t open them, the phone company doesn’t charge me, plus I have nothing else to do. As my phone connects, the series of dings from missed messages create a symphony. With each one popping up, my anxiety grows. I don’t have to open them because the preview shows me enough.

Dad: Lunch tomorrow at the diner, 12pm.

Dad: Where are you?

Dad: How dare you stand me up, you little bitch. Call me now or I fucking swear…

Dad: You have by the end of today to get back to me or you will regret it.

The last message was sent this morning. Shit. I type a quick reply hoping that it will be enough to hold him off.

Me: Sorry about missing you. I went on a road trip with my girlfriends. Be back in a few days. I’ll text you once I’m home.

I hit send before shutting my phone off again. A hand touches my back and I jump.

“You good?” Twisted is looking down at me, confusion in his eyes.

“Yeah, I think I just need to eat something.” I fake a smile hoping he can't see through the facade of it.

Sitting down next to me I can feel his eyes watching me as I look at the menu in front of me. “Am I ever gonna solve your mystery?”

I glance sideways at him; this time my smile isn’t faked. “Now what fun would that be?”

“Hey, big brother, I need you for one more groomsman duty.” Lizzie is standing behind us.

“Congratulations!” I say.

“Thanks, girl.” She smiles at me. “Come on.” She grabs Twisted’s arm as she drags him toward the dance floor in the middle of the room.

“Please turn your attention to the dance floor for the bridal party dance.” The DJ announces and everyone becomes a bit quieter. My eyes land on Twisted and the girl from earlier. His hands are sitting stiff on her waist as the music starts to play. He isn’t looking at her or interacting with her at all. However that doesn’t deter hooker Barbie. She sways against him harder than one of those blow up things that dance in the wind. Anger rolls through me as I think about how fun it would be to rip every one of the damn extensions out of her head. I hate girls like her. She’s seen us around, she knows we are together, but none of that matters.

He looks over at me and must read the fact that I’m pissed off because he gives me one of his smirks. The kind where he thinks he is winning. He still hasn’t caught on to the fact that he will never win.

The song ends and Twisted walks over toward me. “Someone’s jealous.”

“Jealous that it isn’t an acceptable setting to kick her ass, maybe.” I cross my arms over my chest only furthering the extent of my tantrum. His hand rests on my thigh as his mouth leans into my ear. “No need to be jealous.” He slips his hand under my dress, his finger tracing the front of my panties. “This is the only pussy I want to sink into. And I can’t wait to sneak you out of here to do it.” My thighs clench at his words and he laughs in my ear.

Maybe he won this round.