Immortal Dreams (66 page)

I quickly snap out of my momentary hypnosis, and then the sick pang of dread stings me.

Oh, please don't be here yet, Daddy
.

I creep behind Devin like a child afraid of the dark as we walk down the stairs.  Each creak ringing out beneath our feet makes me cringe, and my stomach only knots all the more.

He's doing his best not to laugh at me.  I'm sure he's not used to being around someone still afraid of their dad.  I'm actually not afraid of him.  I'm terrified of the mortifying scene he'll cause if he witnesses what will appear to be a walk of shame.

When we finally near the foyer, I peek around the corner like the world's worst spy and sigh out in relief when I see my dad isn't here yet.

"Feel better?" Devin teases, his laughter finally coming out in a breathy heap.

I smile bashfully while blushing, but then the front door swings open.

My stomach plunges to the ground, dragging the sickness with it, and then it jumps back up into my throat.

Shit
!

Dad very slowly walks in, stops, and stares at me holding this very tall, sexy, and mysterious man's hand.

"Hey, Adisia.  What are you doing here?" he asks very warily, suspicion in his gaze, and his eyes not moving from Devin.

Fuck my life
.

Oh, I really don't want to try and explain my complicated whirlwind romance to my father.  I can't say,
hey Dad
,
this is the guy I tried to have a one-night stand with
.

Oh this sucks.  Be quick, vague, and get the heck out of here.

"I got a little sick last night during the rehearsal dinner."

"But you never get sick," he quickly adds, sounding even more suspicious.

Drat.

"I did last night.  Clara got a little worried.  I probably need to call her."

"I already did," Devin says with his wonderful, considerate tone, and now my dad is staring him down twice as hard.

"Are you going to introduce yourself, or are you just going to keep holding my daughter's hand in front of me without so much as giving me a name?" Dad snarks.

And there it is.  Mr. James Titan has reared his intimidating head, even though Devin towers over him by at least five inches.

Devin smiles warmly as he sticks out his free hand to shake my dad's.

"I'm Devin Cole.  I live in New York.  Adisia and I met this past weekend."

No! I wish he hadn't told him when we met.

Perfect.  Now my daddy knows I'm a slut.

"And the two of you are sleeping together already?" my dad chokes out with a pale face.

This is so frigging humiliating.

Devin stifles a grin while shaking his head noncommittally.

"She just slept in my room because she was sick.  She didn't want to go to the hospital, and I didn't want to leave her in her apartment alone.  I thought it might be somewhat rude to just invite myself to stay there, so I just kept her with me."

"So you really got sick?" Dad worries, his eyes finding mine and forgetting about Devin.

And my daddy is back. 
Whew
.

"Yes.  I don't know what happened.  I got dizzy mostly.  I feel better today though.  Devin is taking me home because I rode with Clara last night."

Dad looks at him curiously.

"Is that your Mercedes out front?"

Devin smirks.  "Yeah.  I got here yesterday so I could be Adisia's date for the rehearsal dinner.

"Ah.  So the two of you are going to the wedding together?"

"Yes, sir," Devin says with a cool tone.

"So what do you do for a living?"

This is so terrible.

Now Dad is going to start with the interrogation.  I should have introduced him to my father before I conceded to the idea of us actually trying to make this work.

Have I considered that?  Of course I have.  He just held me all night long while I was sick for the first time in my life.  I have to see him as something more than just a... well, an intimate friend.  I need a terminology book.

"I have several businesses I'm a partner in.  It's all sort of complicated, but I do well for myself."

"I see," Dad grumbles while shifting his weight to his other leg, trying to make himself look taller.

"We're going to get going.  I'll be back in a little while to help out with the setup."

"You don't have to do that honey, I can get it."

His eyes glaze over with a genuine concern that reminds me how much he loves me.

"Don't worry, Dad.  I'm fine.  I promise.  I feel much better, and you know how crazy Clara is going to be if one thing is out of place," I exasperate too dramatically.

He starts laughing, and I can see his eyes lighting up a little.

"I can't believe Clara is getting married.  It seems like just yesterday the two of you were playing princess."

Devin's hand tightens around mine, and I smile at him.  He looks away shyly just before Dad grumbles uncomfortably.

"We're going to head on out," I say before hugging Dad.

He hugs me back, and then Devin and I start walking out hand in hand.

"So is this guy your boyfriend or something?" Dad asks just before we escape.

So close.  Damn it.

I very warily turn back around and fidget awkwardly.  His burning, interrogating glare is back.  There's no escaping, but I don't know what to say right now.

"Yes, I am," Devin says with a menacing grin.

My head flips back around to catch his mischievous eyes toying with me.  My lips tighten, and I turn back to meet the softer gaze of my father.

"Well, I hope you two have a good time at the wedding.  I'll see you after while, dear."

Wow.  That went much smoother than I expected.

"Bye," I murmur quickly while tugging at Devin's hand.

We seize the opportunity to escape while it lingers.  He laughs a little as he follows me out with my rushed pace.

Asshole
.  Now my dad thinks we're dating.

He walks over and opens the door for me.  I sit down, careful to avoid his playful grin.  I don't want to smile right now, and I know I will if I look at him.

"Why did you tell him you're my boyfriend?" I scold.

He chuckles mildly as he shuts my door and makes his way to the driver's side.

"I'd prefer it if he thought I had more honorable intentions than what it appeared.  He wouldn't have been too happy if you had told him the truth about our entanglement," he chuckles.

"Well it isn't like I was going to tell him what we've been doing for the past couple of days.  Hell, I'm not even sure what that is."

I almost whisper the last part to myself.

"Well, I'd like to think this is the direction we were already going, and now the pressure is off."

I roll my eyes just as my lips finally cede to the tugging smile.  His devious smirk emerges as he pulls away from the inn.

"So how do you know where I live?" I ask curiously.

"It's a matter of public record.  Once I had your name, I had your address," he smugly replies, his eyes seeming to hold secrets behind that little explanation.

I really don't know if I want to know if he's telling the truth or not.  At least this doesn't sound too creepy.  I should be freaked out, disgusted, possibly appalled, but instead, I'm incredibly flattered and turned on.

I'm officially a freak - a sad, sad freak.

The wind blows in my hair, freeing me of the distressing lie that is sure to have consequences.  My dad will tell my mother, and now they'll expect Devin to come eat with them, talk to them, and be practically family right away just so they can grill him.

"So... Jerry?" Devin asks, breaking me out of my train of thought.

"So?  What about him?" I ask while shrugging.

"Was it serious?"

This is the first time it hasn't hurt to talk about Jerry since the breakup.  I almost forgot about him completely.

"Yes.  We were engaged, and we had just signed a two year lease on an apartment a week before we broke up," I say quickly, hoping he doesn't want me to elaborate.

Why do I keep telling him so much personal shit? 
Way to scare him off, dummy
.

"Do you mind if I ask why you broke up?"

Say it was a mutual thing.

"He did what they always do - he cheated on me.  Then he stuck me with the apartment."

Where's the fucking filter for my mouth?

He reaches over and takes my hand in his as his thumb strolls across the back of my knuckles.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles.

"You don't have to be.  It's not like you had anything to do with it."

You can save your apology for when you're the one cheating and leaving.

"Did he forget he cheated on you?  He seems a little distraught by your being with me."

I almost giggle at the jealous hue staining his swirling blue eyes.  He stifles a grin when he deduces the reason for my silent laughter that turns into a soft chuckle.

"I'm not jealous," he lies.

I laugh more, and his smile grows.

"I can't tell," I tease.

His head bobs with a laugh before he tries to sound more sincere.

"I just don't like knowing he cheated on you, and now he thinks he can just talk to you whenever or however he chooses.  He shouldn't feel as though he has such a right."

I smile bigger when I hear the protective tone in his voice, but he's still jealous.  I don't care what he says... I know jealousy.

"He has thought that since the week after we broke up.  He came crawling back - like they all do - but I don't believe in second chances.  If someone will do something once, they'll do it again.  That's my philosophy."

Just ask my mother
.

"I see.  I suppose I was an exception to that rule?"

His cocky smirk is so sexy, and I fight the cheesy grin trying to invade my face.

"Yeah, well.  You got a fresh start after a poorly executed introduction.  I'm telling myself it's different."

He laughs loudly just as we pull up in front of my apartment building.

The wind stirs a little rougher, bringing with it the scent of the diner down the street.  I've never smelled it from all the way down here before.

A scratching sound draws my attention across the road to a dog digging his claws into the fur behind his ear as he fervently tries to rid himself of the flea biting his flesh.  Why can I hear that from over here?

I shake my head as I did earlier to rid myself of all the unwanted, supercharged senses.  My eyes fall back on Devin, and my girly grin reemerges.

He's looking around as if he's inspecting the surroundings.  He's almost acting like a cop, which I have dated one of those before as well.

"Are you going to come in, or are you going to take in the scenery a while longer?"

He gives me that panty-dropping, full-flashing smile, and my heart stumbles until it crashes into the wall of my chest.  A simple look shouldn't drive me this crazy.

"I was just waiting on an invitation," he smolders.

His eyes flash that dangerous glow, and I'm sucked in instantly.  He stalks toward me with a predatory prowess I've never witnessed from anyone before, and I can feel the tingles of electricity sparking wildly, pumping my already exhausted heart too fast.  He smirks when he sees the enslaved helplessness drenching my eyes.

His hands grip me at my waist and he starts pushing me backwards as he bends, and his mouth closes over mine just before his devilish tongue pushes in and goes to work.  I can feel the currents growing, shocking to life more sensations that shouldn't even exist.

Oh, he's so different from anything I've ever known.

A barking dog brings a smile to our faces and interrupts the accidental steamy moment.

"Shall we?" he asks.

I just nod when my lips refuse to let a word squeak through.  He pulls my hand in his, and we finally manage to walk in.  The dust-collecting elevator stands before us, and I start laughing as he pushes the buttons that never light up.

"It's broken.  It has been since before I lived here.  You can imagine what a pain in the ass it was trying to move in."

He smiles, and I swear I can see something dark swirling in his smoky blue eyes.  They change colors so often.  It's captivating.

He pushes the button again, and I almost gasp as the doors open with a ding.

"Wow.  I guess the super finally got it fixed."

"I guess so," he says in a mysterious whisper that almost excites me.

I push the button and smile in surprise as the doors close.  I giggle when I press the button to my floor for the first time ever.

"You're happy about this," he observes.

"Of course I am.  I hate walking up eight flights of stairs daily."

His sweet smile is so infectious.  I mimic the goofy grin just before his lips find mine once again.  He slides his electrically charged hands under my shirt and grips my sides firmly while jerking me closer.

The door dings like a professional spoiler alert to interrupt us yet again.  I giggle a little as his eyebrows dance up and down with an odd spark of excitement.

"Now I get to see how you live," he utters mischievously.

I burst out laughing the second I see the reason for his intrigue, and his brow rises to silently question my bizarre outburst.

"Sorry," I chuckle.  "I just can't wait to gauge your reaction.  I've seen your place, and I don't think you're going to be very impressed with mine."

He tilts his head to the side, looking almost offended.

"I’m not a snob," he reports with his wounded tone.

"I wasn't saying that.  You'll see," I snicker out while digging around in my purse for my keys.

I open the door to reveal my small, eclectic, slightly cluttered home.  His eyes widen as he sees the bold paint splashed deliberately against the walls with uneven brushstrokes left by my amateur hands.

He looks at the odd assortment of unmatched picture frames that layer the tables, walls, and every other surface of the room.  The random frames host an assortment of colorful pictures taken at various times in my life.

He inches through the small space between my couch and coffee table to make his way to the bright green kitchen that has been overrun with sunflower designs.  He shakes his head in disbelief.