Chapter 37

Digging my fingers into my palm I silently hoped I would puncture a major artery and bleed to death. Anything would be better than this.

"I look like a puffy marshmallow." I said through gritted teeth

With a satisfied smirk Stacy circled me, one perfectly manicured finger tapping her chin as her eyes took me in, fluff and all. I could tell she was enjoying this far more than she should and it irked me further because I couldn't do anything about with my mother a foot away. I'm not even sure how I even got into this mess in the first place.

Oh yes, my darling mother came by my apartment at seven thirty, dragging me out of my building as I fought as best I could to hold my ground but I was no use against the steel like woman when she set her mind on something. Especially since Stacy had an appointment at a boutique in the filthiest, riches area of the upper east side and apparently my appearance was mandatory. According to my mother that is. So now here I am standing on a small step in a knee high, puffy peach dress that made me resemble pillsbury doughboy's bride.

"I think it suits you." she said with a quick dart of her eyes down my body

Glaring daggers in her direction I clenched my fists at my sides "Then you wear it."

Her eyes widened momentarily before she composed herself "But I already of a dress being specially made for me and besides peach is definitely your color."

Sparing a quick glance in my mother's direction I was pleased to see her with her back to us as she spoke to a saleswoman. Seizing the opportunity before me I took a step forward so we were at an eye to eye level, which startled Stacy. She craned her neck back as I leaned forward with my closed fist beside her jaw.

"If you make me wear this dress I will make sure you limp down that aisle." I hissed under my breath

Fear flashed in her eyes as they darted to my fist very near her face, she gulped harshly "You wouldn't dare, mother would kill you." she said in a shaky voice

My mouth quirked upwards at the uncertain tone she used "Who said mother would know it's me? You can get a lot out of a grand in the city, especially in the shadier neighborhoods."

She sucked in a shocked breath as she turned her gaze behind me to our mother before darting back to me. I raised a brow, silently telling her to make her choice and choose well. Hesitating briefly she quickly nodded her dark red hair, the thick locks bouncing rapidly.

"Okay, go change just don't touch my face." she begged and quickly ran across the room to our mother's side

With a triumphant grin, I stepped down from the step watching as Stacy gripped my mother's arm her eyes still wide with fear as she glanced in my direction. Resisting the urge to laugh I quickly rushed back to the dressing room and tore the horrid dress off as quick as I could.

I wasn't actually going to hire someone to beat her up but Stacy didn't need to know that. The look on her face was priceless as she stood by our mother, it reminded me of when we were younger. I use to rip the heads of her barbie doll every time she rubbed in the fact that I would never look as 'pretty' as barbie and her. So being the troubled, neglected child that I was I chopped the plastic head off and promised to do the same to her if she didn't stop rubbing in her looks. Laughing under my breath, I slipped my pencil skirt on and left the small room leaving the dress behind.

"Khloe Spark did you threaten to cripple your sister." my mother hissed as she stomped in my direction

Snitch.

Opening my mouth to give a reasonable explanation when my phone rang giving me a perfect excuse. Immediately I dug my phone out and held a finger up to my mother who glared at me.

"Khloe Spark." I greeted as I walked to the furthest end of the boutique

"Ms. Spark he's here again." Amy's small voice sounded from the other end

I stiffened, knowing exactly who she meant when she said he. Tyler has been visiting my office everyday for the past three days, each time he tells the front desk that he's a close friend. The first time Amy told me he was in the building I freaked out, okay more than freaked out. Slipping into complete panic mood I ran across the room, pulling a frightened Amy in and slamming the door shut. With both my secretary and best friend watching me with concern I locked the door and proceeded to push the love seat behind the door as an extra precaution.

It took ten minutes for Tess to calm me down as I rambled on randomly, making no sense. Finally I ordered Amy to send him away in a shaky whisper that reflected my internal fear.

"Get security to escort him out oh and Amy..."

"Yes Ms. Sparks?"

"Make sure the front desk as a picture of him, I don't want that scumbag to step foot in that building again." I ordered in a cold tone

"Of course, Ms. Spark." she replied and hung up

Pushing my phone away, I sighed as I glanced down at my trembling hands hating myself for still fearing the bastard. After all these years he still has a hold on me, one I can't -no matter how hard I try- shake. Tyler has never physically harmed me but the emotional and mental abuse he threw my way out of the blue took a generous chunk of my self-esteem and set fear in my heart.

Every time I heard his name I thought of that day he through the crumbled, stained bed sheet in the middle of the locker room claiming he won the bet before his friends with a triumphant grin as my cruel peers applauded his good work. The way he laughed in my face when I asked him that same day why he would embarrass me like that. The fücker laughed! After revealing the true reason behind why he dated me he proceeded to tell me what a horrible lay I was, how it wasn't worth the time he had to spend near me.

Unable to hear anymore I ran as far as I could from him, tear streaked and heart broken with his mocking laughter sounding behind me. I was just a pawn in a game to him. He never shared any feelings towards me. He didn't fall in love with me like he tricked me. He didn't have sex knowing it felt wrong just to please me. He didn't have to hide out in his room all summer long as the tabloids spread trash about him. Tyler walked away from our relationship scotch free whilst I suffered as my own mother avoided eye contact with me.

He ruined my life and my ability to trust and for that I will always fear him.

"Khloe."

My mother's annoyed voice pierced through the heavy thoughts in my mind, blinking confusingly at her scowling expression I wondered if she knew about Tyler attending the wedding. My mother was many things but cruel wasn't one of them. She saw firsthand how I suffered at the hands of Tyler surely she wouldn't allow him to attend, right?

"-days before the actual date so I expect no complications from your end."

"What?" I asked dumbfound

Crossing her arms across her impressive chest, my mother narrowed her caramel eyes to slits "I said make sure you clear your schedule this week, you know we need you at the hotel a day before the rehearsal dinner for any last minute details."

I nodded understanding what the underlying meaning behind those words; be prepared to fix any last minute screw ups."I said I'd be there." I reminded her

"Yes, well I'm just making sure you remember." she added with a stern look

Sighing, I resisted the urge to blurt the question on my mind but one quick glance around the famous shop and I knew that was a bad idea. Although there weren't many others around due to the fact that this was by appointment only there was still the employees who knew exactly who we were. I'm sure if I confronted my mother right now none of these people would mind cashing in on the argument and the topic would definitely spark the tabloids interest.

"It's been great and all mom, really it has but I have to get back to the office now." I quickly said watching her press her lips together

Tucking my phone in my bag I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek "You pick out the bridesmaids dresses." I whispered to her before pulling back

The slight lift at the corners of her thin lips was a rare sight to see, my mom nearly never smiled if she didn't have to. Gently slapping my arm she shook her head as the smile grew wider.

"Alright sweetie-oh before I forget I need you to look over a few papers tonight. The financial mess your father has turned this wedding into has me confused and people are demanding their pay."

Swinging my bag over my shoulder I gave her a small smile "Okay." I agreed hoping she didn't notice the strain in my voice

Immediately her expression softened "He has to honey, he's paying." she sighed noticing my discomfort

Reaching out, she placed each of her delicate hands on my arms and rubbed understanding that I don't want to see my father "I can come too if it makes you feel better, one peep from him and I'll have him hanging out the window by his shoelaces." she joked

"Its fine mom." I replied and kissed her cheek again before turning towards the exit

"I'll send the dress to your apartment." Stacy smirked as I passed her

Halting I leaned forward with a smirk of my own "And I'll send Ralph to yours." I whispered low enough for only her ears

Her eyes doubled their size at the mention of the imaginary hit man that I almost burst into a fit of laughter. With a mocking wave I left the shop as Stacy ran shouting our mother's name, some people are so gullible.

Although I told my mother I was needed at the office, which wasn't true I did need a breather from work and my family. Sending Amy a quick text to cancel any meeting for the day and secure all deadlines, I hailed a taxi knowing the perfect distraction.

Paying the driver I couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within me, like a child who just received the toy they've been begging for all month long. Pulling the elastic band restraining my hair in his appropriate bun, I gave my dull hair a quick shake for added volume before stepping into the restaurant. The soft noise of chatter met my ears as I sauntered further into the generously packed restaurant, filled with a mix of all ages scattered around the large tables. Judging by the causal way the customers and employees spoke these were locals and it didn't really surprise me.

Making my way towards the bar I felt myself smiling as I thought of the cool, cocky man serving the drinks except it wasn't him. Frowning, I glanced at Carrie with a confused expression as the blonde recognized me immediately "Hey, sit down and I'll make you a drink." she offered with a smile

Without hearing my reply she proceeded to pour me a shot of vodka much to my horror, in her defenses that is all she's seen me drink since we met. Taking the drink I thanked her and downed it in one swallow, wincing as the burn of the alcohol trickled down my throat.

"Where's Wes?" I asked after clearing my throat multiple times

"He's in the office with Marbella."

I stiffened at the mention of Wes's oldest sister, not because I was afraid of her but because I would have to face her after the incident at her home. Carrie laughed at my expression "She won't bite Khloe besides I'm kind of glad you're here, they've been in there for over an hour."

"Doing?"

She shrugged "I don't know but an hour alone with Marbella can do permeant damage to a person."

I chuckled at the joke, at least I wasn't the only one who thought their sister was a hazard to a human's health. Thanking her once more I made my way to where I presumed the office was when I heard shouting from the other side of the dark painted door.

"If you don't want to deal with it fine, I'll take him in with me."

Immediately recognizing Wes's voice I pressed my ear against the door wondering what his sister could have said to get him this riled up.

"He needs special attention Wes, he barely remembers his own name let alone knows how to walk a foot without forgetting what he was meant to do." Marbella shouted

"So throwing him at strangers is suppose to make it better!" Wes barked causing me to flinch at the venom in his voice, I've never heard him speak like this before

"Yes because they are professionals who know how to deal with his condition. They will tend to his every need till-"

"He dies." he spat

A long sigh was released from behind the door "You know I love him too Wes but this can't go on any longer." Marbella said in a defeated tone

There was a long silence that held a tension even I could sense from behind the door I was currently pressed against. Although I didn't know what the argument is about I could tell it was something Wes was very passionate about especially when a loud thud sounded from behind the door.

"Are you crazy?!" Marbella shrieked causing a sliver of fear to settle in my heart

My hand flew to the door knob and quickly made my way into the room petrified of what I'd see before me and not considering how I just barged into the room as if a gun had sounded. Both siblings whipped around toward the intruder, both surprised when their gazes set on me.

"Khloe?" Wes shook his head in confusion as his sister stared daggers my way

Ignoring the arctic glare, I swept my eyes over Wes expecting to see blood or worse but as my eyes reached his unscratched face I realized he wasn't hurt. My brows furrowed when it dawned on me that I strutted in here like I owned the place.

"Mind explaining why you ran in here like the building was on fire?" Marbella said with pursed lips

"I heard you scream and thought-" I paused and ran my gaze over Wes once more when my eyes settled on his red knuckles

"What? That my brother would attack me?" she asked in a clipped tone that had me snapping my eyes in her direction

"Actually I was more concerned with Wes's well being." I shot back bitterly

Twisting her mouth to the side she took a step forward, her index finger pointed and ready to dish it out when Wes spoke "Get out Marbella."

Caught off guard she whipped her head in his direction and raised a brow in question which Wes responded by nodding. Huffing out loud she glared at me before turning on her heels and stomping out like a child, to complete the role she slammed the door hard enough that it trembled. Talk about dramatic, I thought.

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he closed the small space between us

Dropping my bag I reached for his hand with mine, cradling his large hand in mine I raised it up to examine. He wasn't bleeding that much was obvious but the taint of red over his knuckles indicated it hurt like a bitch.

"What did you do?" I asked with a shake of my head

"Hit the wall." he replied simply

"Idiot." I mumbled under my breath as I stroked my thumb across his knuckles

The deep rumble of his laughter had me fighting back a smile of my own. Looking up through my lashes I felt my cheeks heat at the way he studied me "Why are you looking at me like that?"

His pink lips stretched "You were worried about me."

"Yeah, so?"

"So-" he rested his free hand on my cheek, brushing the pads of his fingers across the heated skin "You care." he whispered leaning in

I rolled my eyes, despite the clenching of my stomach "Of course I do, idiot."

"Hmmm....so you admit you care about me." he said as he grazed his lips across mine teasingly

"Yes." Was my breathless reply, I tilted my head so our lips brushed again

He smiled and leaned further forward intending on going further when I craned my head back "Oh no you don't." I said sternly "We need to treat your hand."

Snaking his arm around my waist he pulled me against him, a mischievous grin playing on his lips "Why don't you kiss it better?"

Pursuing my lips I lifted his hand up to my mouth, brushing my lips across his knuckles I kept my gaze locked with his. Watching his eyes darken as the kiss lingered. Excitement sparked in my chest as a deep groan tore from his throat.

"Better?" I asked in a low sultry voice

It never seized to amaze me how five minutes around Wes was all I needed to have moisture forming between my thighs and my blood bubbling with arousal, he was like an automatic turn on.

He nodded "I have something else for you to kiss."

Throwing my head back I laughed at his horrible attempt at trying to get some action. Always the opportunist Wes took that as his chance to get closer, circling his arms behind my knees he hoisted me up in the air. Yelping I snaked my arms around his neck, he walked us backwards till I felt a cold surface beneath me.

Lowering his head he placed open mouthed kisses down the column of my throat, his hot breath mixing with the wet kisses. Clutching on to his shoulders for dear life I tilted my head back as he started unbuttoning my blouse, the cool air hitting my bra cladded chest sent a shiver down my spine. Groaning in appreciation he kissed the top flesh of my breasts before kissing in between the mounds, I gasped as his large hands squeezed my breasts through the bra. Intending to drive me wild he thrust his pelvis forward extracting a embarrassingly noisy moan.

I'm on fire. In no way was I exaggerating, the lava pulsing through my veins felt like a sweet hell as I attempted to squeeze my thighs hoping to settle the throbbing between my legs. I wanted him, now.

Gripping fistfuls of his polo shirt I buried my face in his neck, licking his angular jawbone "Fùck me." I demanded in a low hiss

"Yes ma'am." he agreed

Eagerly, he slid the tight fitting skirt up my thighs and bunching it at my hips with only my skimpy pink thong covering my heated core. His eyes lit up at the lacy, non-existing underwear I put on this morning with him in mind. With his eyes glued to my touch area he fumbled to retrieve something from his pocket, resembling a teenage boy who just saw their first boob. His free hand cupped my sex, tracing the swollen lips with his index finger as he rubbed circles over my erect nub.

Arching my hips towards him I nearly cried with relief when I saw the condom in his hand "Do you always walk around prepared?" I asked semi joking

On their own accord my hands reached for his jeans, snapping the brass button open I lowered the zipper shocked when his erect shaft sprang to life. Wes tore the packet open and slid the plastic on with a lazy grin "I was planning on visit you at lunch." he admitted as he pushed the front of my thong aside

"And you expected a reward?" I questioned as I pumped his pulsing cöck

His jaw clenched tight, I spread my thighs further apart as I led him to my entrance "More of a treat than a reward." he replied and with no warning pushed himself into my dripping cùnt "Hold on tight baby, this going to be rough."

Wrapping my legs around his waist I barely had a moment to adjust before he started thrusting in and out with no pause in between. Raw anger oozed out with every thrust as he went hilt deep, feeling to the point where I felt him hit my uterus. No doubt he was releasing some of his frustrations from earlier now, not that I was complaining.

Locking my ankles for stability I lifted my hips up to meet his retreating solider. Dipping my hands below his shirt I lifted it over his head yearning to feel the lean muscles beneath my hands. I ran my fingers across the foreign tattoo over his heart wondering what the neatly scribbled words meant. Impulsively, I leaned forward and traced the letters with the tip of my tongue, pleased when he shivered.

Pinching his nipples between my fingers I couldn't help but kiss the moist area over his heart. Kissing down his soft caramel skin I felt his hips slam roughly against mine causing my walls to close around him in a intimate embrace. Groaning in unison, I tilted my head up and met his heated stare.

I slid my hands beneath his arms and over his strong, muscular back reeling in the urge to drag my nails the perfectly toned skin. Instead I dug my nails into his flesh as he leaned further down, pushing his body down on mine so I was laying flat on the desk. I winced as he pushed forward causing a stapler to dig into my hip but I didn't voice my discomfort mainly because the euphoria he created in my lower regions was intense enough that I forgot all about the pain.

He dipped his head in between my breasts, sucking on the valley separating my aching mounds.

"Right there baby." I panted, feeling the tension forming in my lower belly. Snapping my head up I buried my hands in his hair, keeping his mouth latched on my heated skin. Peering down I whimpered at the sight of him nibbling on my skin, his eyes glazed over with desire as our gazes connected.

"You look sexy as fùck kitty kat." he groaned with a sharp thrust upwards hitting the part of my cünt that I didn't even know existed.

My hips buckled as I found a light creeping around the edge of my vision, the welcomed burning of my core intensifying as his thrusts grew urgent like he was desperately reaching for his own explosion.

"Wes I'm right there.." I cried and wildly threw my hips up to his meet his thrusts as my walls contracted around his bulging cöck. He placed a hand at each side of my head, sweat marred his brow as a small crease formed between his dark brows indicating he was at the brink of pleasure.

"Khloe." he grunted hoarsely as I placed a clammy hand against the tattoo over his heart

The one word passing his lips was like a caress, my heart leapt like it does when my name passes those irresistible pink lips. My inner walls clamped tightly around his hardened member seconds before he jerked forward and released his hot semen into the condom.

"Oh shit.." I hissed as the whit tsunami washed over my body, dragging me under the dangerous waters and into a world where my body tingled from it's high "Wes. Wes. Wes. Wes..." I cried his name over again like a prayer

Unexpectedly he smashed his mouth over mine as his hips rotated inside of me, prolonging the explosive sensation pumping along side my blood. Whimpering I followed the urgent rhythm he set as his tongue entered my mouth, massaging my own before thrusting in like he was doing moments ago with another part of his body.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my body slowly descended from his high and entered a new high. This man will be the death of me and what a way to go, I thought.

A loud banging on the door caused us to separate abruptly, still dazed as Marbella's voice sounded through the door "I swear to God Wes I'm going to kill you if you've christened the desk!"

Reluctantly Wes stood to his full height, slipping his shaft out of core that was oozing out my juices. I whimpered at the loss causing a loud bang on the door followed by a very colorful array of curses.

Snapping up into a sitting position I pulled my blouse on as my common sense gradually returned as did our surrounding. My heart hammered in my chest as I struggled to button my blouse in case Marbella decided to come in here. Horrified that I had sex with Wes in the back office of his restaurant had a dark blush tainting my cheeks, there was people on the other side of the door.

"Go away Marbella before I tell Anna what you did in her bathroom last Christmas." Wes shouted as he despised of the very much used condom

The banging as well as the curses stopped much to my relief but I suddenly wondered what the mother of four did in her sister's bathroom and how Wes knew?

Shaking my head I hopped off the desk and lowered my skirt over my thighs, sighing when I felt the my thong clinging to my still humming womanhood. Much to my horror I had to slip the skimpy underwear off, looks like I'm going commando for a while. Lifting my gaze I was shocked to see Wes watching me, his eyes glazed over with arousal.

"You plan on walking around all day with no panties?" he asked in a mixture of shock and anticipation

I shrugged "Till I get to my place."

In three long strides he stood in front of me, his hands resting on my hips "What if you never make it there?"

I smiled at his playful banter "Why wouldn't I? Its not as if I'll be sleeping with anyone tonight."

He growled, an actual animalistic growl causing the muscles in my lower belly to contract. Throwing my arms around his neck I pecked his lips still smiling "Relax there tiger I was kidding."

"Good." he pressed his forehead to mine "Because you've turned into my favorite stuffed animal to sleep with."

I couldn't help but giggle, my hands skittered down his back marveling at the lean muscle as my fingers skimmed over his arms before resting on his chest. Like a magnetic pull my gaze dropped to the foreign tattoo, unconsciously I placed my right hand over the inked skin. Beneath my fingers his heart beat like the wings of a hummingbird, the warmth seeping from that one area had me pressing my hand further against it.

"Ti amo con tutto il mio cuore."

Lifting my gaze to meet Wes's I sent him a quizzical look "What?"

"Ti amo con tutto il mio cuore." he repeated with a small smile, he placed his hand over mine "It means I love you with all my heart." he clarified

He entwined his fingers with mine "My mom use to say that to my sisters and I every night, it was a routine of sorts and no matter how old we were or our moods she always said it." he explained as he stared aimlessly at our hands and I couldn't help but do the same "When she died I snuck out with Dominic and got this tattoo, for her." he added in a low whisper

My heart broke as I watched the light dim from his eyes as he spoke of his mother, the light that was Wes seemed to extinguish like a flame in the wind. That grim expression wasn't meant to be worn by him, no Wes was too full of life and happiness to look so...well broken. Dropping his hand I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him to me and slightly surprised when I felt his strong arms circle my shoulders.

It wasn't much and I didn't speak but I didn't feel the need to but it was all I could afford him. Turning my head I kissed the side of his neck, his arms tightened around me as if I would disappear and in that moment I realized Wes wasn't as perfect as I thought. Behind the smiles and sexual jokes was a man hurting. I don't understand why I liked knowing Wes didn't have it all together, it was sick I realize that but he always seemed so lauded back and uncaring. Like nothing bothered him but now as I stand in his arms I realize that even the most laid back people get screwed over by life.

Wes was the first to pull away, standing on the tips of my toes I kissed his cheek and offered him a smile "She sounds like a wonderful woman and mother." I said the words without thinking

To my relief he nodded, lifting one hand he cupped the side of my face. His thumb stroked my cheekbone, he gazed down at me with a tender expression that causes my heart to stumble on itself "She would have loved you." he said in a low voice

I gulped past the lump in my throat, unable to utter a word I settled for a smile. Then without warning he pulled me back into his arms, this time crushing me to his chest like I would actually disappear and I found myself clutching on to his bare waist with the same fear.

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