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Chapter 5

“Thanks for bringing me back here so I can change.” Jennifer says as she unlocks the door to her apartment before stepping inside. “I can’t spend another minute in this stupid dress.”

“I think you look good.” He smirks following her inside.

“Not all of us want to be so formal all the time…” Jennifer whisper to him, reaching back and gripping his tie before pulling on it gently, dragging her fingers down the fabric before letting it go.

“You can make yourself at home if you want…” She whispers to him, pointing towards her couch in the living room. “Or… you can come with me…”

“I like the sound of option two.” Andrei whispers back to her, his voice low and husky.

“I thought you would.” She says as she leads him down the hallway to her bedroom. “But I just gotta let you know, I don’t put out so easily…”

“Yeah.” Andrei chuckles as he steps into her bedroom, standing in the doorway as he watches her walk over to her dresser and open the top drawer. “I learned all about that last night.”

  He walks in, glancing around the room at the art on the walls as she passes him on her way to the closet.

“Do you have a yearbook?” He asks, spinning around as he watches her walk over to her bed and sit down on the edge of the mattress.

“Ew! No!” She laughs, kicking off her heels and rotating her sore ankles as she pulls the elastic from her hair. “Why would I ever want to remember that?”

“I thought it would be kind of funny to take a peek.” He chuckles walking towards the bed as he watches her pull the little black dress over her head before tossing it to her carpeted floor.

“What’s wrong with taking a little peek right now?” She whispers to him, biting her bottom lip as she falls back to her elbows.

“Yeah, I guess that probably would be a better use of our time…” He says, climbing on top of her before grabbing her under her arms and pulling her up the mattress.

  He leans down, straddling her hips as he presses his lips against the skin of her neck before placing kisses over her jawline.

  Jennifer moans as Andrei gently flicks his tongue against her lips, coaxing them open before pressing his lips against hers and exploring the inside of her mouth, meeting her own wet tongue in the middle as they wrestle for dominance.

  A shiver runs down her spine as Andrei pulls his kisses down to her chest before sucking one of her protruding nipples into his mouth as the palms of his hands rub up and down her sides.

  She gasps as she feels him slip his fingers under the elastic of her panties before sinking them down over her smooth flesh.

  He dips his middle finger between her slit, pushing it down past her tingling lips before spreading her slick up to her aching pearl.

  Andrei pulls up her hood, swirling over the sensitive nerves as he trails his tongue over the center of her stomach.

“Let’s get these off of you…” He whispers to her, his voice icy as he hooks his fingers into the waist of her panties and pulls them down her hips.

  Jennifer flushes as she watches Andrei lift her legs into the air to pull her panties away from her calves before her gently pushes her knees back.

“Mmm.” He moans, licking his lips as he pulls her knees apart, spreading her legs.

  She lets out a long, hissing sigh, closing her eyes and gripping her sheets as she feels the tip of Andrei’s finger spread her lips apart before he smooths over them, one on either side, with the pad of his finger.

  Slowly, almost painfully so, he presses his finger into her aching entrance, sinking it in deep and deeper as he twists it around.

“Another one?” He asks softly, his voice a whisper as he watches Jennifer slowly nod her head up and down in acceptance.

“Yeah…” She moans out as she feels her entrance spread further as Andrei presses a second finger into her.

  He drags the in and out of her, gently pressing the pads against the top wall of her tunnel before slowly pulling them out.

  Jennifer whimpers in protest, her face flush and her eyelids heavy, as she watches Andrei unbuckle his belt before fumbling with the top button of his trousers.

  He quickly pulls down his zipper before lowering his hand into his pants. Andrei bites his lip as he wraps his hand around his stiffening meat before slowly pumping his palm up and down against his shaft as he lets his head fall back.

  He lets out a shaking breath as he pushes down the front of his pants, sighing as his thickness bounces free before he slowly wraps his fingers around the shaft once more, giving it a few more pumps.

“Get over here.” He whispers as he lowers himself on top of her, sliding his arms under her knees as he positions himself between her legs.

  Jennifer threads her fingers through his hair as she feels his tip press against her entrance before gasping as it sinks inside of her.

  She moans out, trailing her arms down his back as he bucks his hips, sinking his cock deeper inside of her.

“Oh, sorry!” She grunts, her chest heaving, as the phone on her bedside table rings loudly. “Just a second, okay?”

  Andrei nods, rolling off of her as she pulls away from him to answer the phone.

“Hello?” She says, clearing her throat with a slight cough as she speaks. “Yes, this is her.”

  Andrei places his hand on her back as she looks towards him, her eyes squinting as she listens to the person on the other line.

“Yes, yes he is…” She says, her eyes darting around the room. “I’m sorry, who is this?”

  Jennifer sits up, bringing her hand up to rest on her chest as the blood drains from her face.

“When?” She asks, shaking her head, her voice catching.

“What is it?” Andrei whispers, watching as Jennifer wipes the back of her hand over her forehead.

“Thank you… thank you for calling…” She whispers into the phone, her voice given up. “I’ll be right there…”

  She takes in a deep shaking breath as she lets the phone fall onto the bed beside her as Andrei reaches for her hand.

“Who was that?” He asks, watching as tears begin to well in Jennifer’s eyes.

“The police.” She says, her voice hollow as she looks up at Andrei. “They said my dad was in an accident. I need to get to the hospital…”

Chapter 6

  Jennifer rushes through the tall double doors of the emergency room, looking around the bustling ward before setting her eyes on the reception desk.

  She walks over, shaking her hands at her sides to calm her nerves as she steps up to the tall counter, gripping the edge with her fingers.

“Excuse me…” She asks, taking a deep breath as Andrei rests the palm of his hand on the small of her back. “I was called and told to come down here. My dad was in an accident… I just… I want to know what’s happening with that…”

  She bites the inside of her cheek as the nurse nods, clicking around her screen to open her program before resting her hands on the keyboard in front of her.

“What’s your dad’s name sweetheart?” The nurse asks, looking up at her from her seat. “I’ll see where he is right now for you.”

“Donald Scott.” Jennifer says slowly, sure to annunciate every syllable.

“Alrighty, let me just take a look here.” The nurse says, her fingers pressing down the keys.

“Thank you.” Jennifer says, backing up into Andrei’s arms.

“He got out of surgery a short while ago…” The nurse says, adjusting her glasses on her nose.

“Surgery?” Jennifer interrupts. “Oh, my God…”

“If you want to sit over there…” The woman says, pointing towards a large waiting room. “The doctor will come out to see you in a little while.”

“Yes, thank you.” She whispers, nodding her head as her and Andrei turn around to go and seat themselves.

“Excuse me, miss?” She hears from beside her before turning her head in the direction of the voice and seeing a tall police officer walk towards them.

“Yeah?” She asks, tiredly, as Andrei steps back, looking away as he clears his throat.

“You said you were looking for Donald Scott, right?” The police officer asks.

“My dad.” She replies, nodding her head.

“I was the responding officer…” He starts. “First on the scene.”

  Jennifer nods, stepping closer to the officer as people make their ways around them.

“Your father was crossing the street and was struck by a vehicle right in the crosswalk.” The officer says. “Unfortunately a hit and run. He was pretty banged up. His leg was very clearly broken, but other than that, he was okay, so don’t worry about it too much.”

  She lets out a shaking breath as she lets her shoulders drop in relief.

“So he’ll be okay?” She asks, bringing her hand up to her chest to cover her rapidly beating heart, watching as the officer nods. “But what about the guy? The guy who hit my dad? You can catch him right? Someone must have seen something? My dad must have recognized the color of his car at the very least!”

“No, no…” The officer says, lowering his voice as he shakes his head. “No, unfortunately your dad didn’t see anything… he was very incoherent…”

“I thought you said it was just his leg?” She asks, squinting at the officer. “You said he was fine, it was just a broken leg.”

“He was in a lot of pain though, you know.” The officer says, shrugging his shoulders. “So whatever he says he saw, well, we can’t really put too much trust in it…”

“Okay, but I mean, you can look into it though, right?” Jennifer asks. “Surely if he says ‘green car’ you’ll be out looking for green cars, right?”

“We’ll do our best…” The officer says, looking around the waiting room.

“I mean, there was no security footage or anything?” She asks, jolting as she’s interrupted by a hand on her shoulder.

  She turns, seeing a tall, thin man in green scrubs with a cork clipboard.

“Jennifer Scott?” The doctor asks, holding out his hand.

  She shakes it, nodding her head up and down.

“Donald is out of surgery. He’s awake. He’s doing good. Everything went as planned.” The doctor says, looking at his chart.

“Can I see him?” She begs. “Please?”

“Of course.” The doctor nods. “If you want to follow me, I’ll take you there. We’re just trying to get him to eat some toast now.”

  She nods her head thankfully at the doctor before turning to Andrei with tears welled in her eyes.

“Go see him.” He whispers to her as he gently brushes his fingers through her hair. “I’ll go down to the cafeteria and see what kind of tasty shit they got. He’ll probably have to be in recovery for a while, so when you’re done, come and get me. I won’t go anywhere. I promise.”

  She reaches out to him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him in closer for a hug as she rests her head against his chest before following the doctor across the room and down a hall to the recovery area.

  Jennifer squints her eyes as they walk into the brightly lit recovery room, her heart pounding in her chest as she’s lead past the row of white curtains.

“He might be sleeping.” The doctor whispers to her as he pulls back the curtain to reveal her dad laying on a bed, his leg elevated and casted.

“Jennifer!” Her dad says, dropping his piece of buttered toast back on the paper plate.

“Dad!” She gasps, running over to him as she reaches out her arms before laying her forehead against his. “What the hell happened!? Holy shit! I honestly thought you were dead and they were scraping you off the pavement or something!”

“Pf! Like a car could kill me.” He says, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Probably should have killed me! Because there’s going to be hell to pay now!”

“Do you remember anything, dad?” She ask, sitting down on a chair beside him as she holds his hand. “Anything at all that might help the police find out who did this?”

“Of course I fuckin’ do!” He says, furrowing his eyebrows. “It was that weasel, Brent Donaldson. That stupid, slimy…”

“Brent Donaldson?” Jennifer asks, shaking her head. “Brent Donaldson? They mayor’s son?”

“Yes!” Her dad exclaims, knocking his plate of half eaten toast onto the floor. “I want that piece of shit arrested! He broke my damn leg!”

“Are you sure, dad?” Jennifer asks, looking around the room as she lowers her voice. “I mean, you did just get hit by a car…”

“You, too, huh?” He says shaking his head. “Please, the fucker got out of his fucking car, panicked and the drove away! I could have been bleeding out for all he knew! I would recognise the stink of that slimy family anywhere!”

“I mean, dad…” She says, sighing.

“Let me guess. You’ve already talked to the police, huh?” He asks, squinting his eyes as he nods his head knowingly. “I’ve broken fucking bones before. I’ve worked construction my whole life. A broken leg isn’t going to make you lose your mind! You hardly even feel it!”

  She nods her head, wiping a tear as it escapes from her eye and runs down her cheek.

“I believe you, dad.” She whispers to him, leaning forward to rest her head on his hand. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”