A Twist of Fate
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,575
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Unexpected
Hello again! *smiles* Thought of this on a long drive home yesterday. I\'ll try to get as much written as I can.
All characters are mine.
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“Come on, Baby, come on.” He pushed her harder with his gruff voice as she strained and whimpered softly.
Samantha Tad dug down deep and found the last reserves of her strength to complete the particularly difficult move that rounded out the final position for her kung fu form. Her sparring partner and dear friend Jack Adros grinned broadly and winked at her as he held his hand up for a high five.
“Told you you’d remember it.” He scrubbed at his strawberry blonde hair with a towel and plopped onto the bench. “We still doing movies tonight, or did Brian boy nix the Friday Night Festivals?”
Sam snorted. “He tried, but he didn’t like my retaliation so he gave up. I’m gonna run home and change, I’ll be by about seven?”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you then.” Jack gave her a kiss on the cheek and then bowed out of the building. Sam followed him a few moments later after a wave to their Master and bowed out herself into the chill September night.
She hummed softly to herself as she strolled down the three city blocks to her apartment. Brian’s apartment, she reminded herself with a sigh and roll of her eyes. He’d given her hell once for calling it hers, even though she’d been living with him for nearly six months. She tried to tell herself he was just still sensitive about his wife’s death. After all, it had been their apartment before her death 2 years ago, he was bound to still be upset about it.
“What the--?” Her puzzled curse accompanied her astonishment as her key refused to slide into the lock on the apartment door. Sam’s confusion grew as the door was opened by a fragile looking brunette with dark gray eyes.
“Can I help you?”
“Shit.” Sam blinked. “I think I got the wrong door.” She laughed in embarrassment. “I was—“
“Oh! You must be Sam.” The woman smiled brightly. “Brian said you’d be stopping back by to get your things.”
“I—“
“Sam.” Brian came around the corner then, with a duffle under his arm. “Kaya, go on back and lie down, darling. You shouldn’t be up and around.” The woman obediently left the doorway and Brian closed the door behind him as he stepped out into the hall.
“Brian, what the hell—“
“My wife.” He said curtly and shoved the duffle into her arms with such force that Sam nearly dropped her workout bag and her staff as she juggled them. “Your belongings are in a storage building nearby. Come back by tomorrow at three, and I’ll get you the key for it. Goodbye, Sam.”
“Wait, your wife? You said your wife was dead.”
He smiled, “a convenient fiction. She was in Europe on a business trip for the last six months. I thought she would be gone for another four, but she surprised me with a phone call – thank God – two days ago to say she was coming home early. Your belongings were cleaned out this morning and I had the locks changed. Don’t contact me again, or I’ll have to call the police.”
And with that, he went back into the apartment and closed the door in her face. Sam felt the panic well up in her throat and viciously stuffed it back down into the pit of her stomach where it raged with her confusion until they both lay in an exhausted heap on the floor.
©kbw2005
All characters are mine.
_______________________________
“Come on, Baby, come on.” He pushed her harder with his gruff voice as she strained and whimpered softly.
Samantha Tad dug down deep and found the last reserves of her strength to complete the particularly difficult move that rounded out the final position for her kung fu form. Her sparring partner and dear friend Jack Adros grinned broadly and winked at her as he held his hand up for a high five.
“Told you you’d remember it.” He scrubbed at his strawberry blonde hair with a towel and plopped onto the bench. “We still doing movies tonight, or did Brian boy nix the Friday Night Festivals?”
Sam snorted. “He tried, but he didn’t like my retaliation so he gave up. I’m gonna run home and change, I’ll be by about seven?”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you then.” Jack gave her a kiss on the cheek and then bowed out of the building. Sam followed him a few moments later after a wave to their Master and bowed out herself into the chill September night.
She hummed softly to herself as she strolled down the three city blocks to her apartment. Brian’s apartment, she reminded herself with a sigh and roll of her eyes. He’d given her hell once for calling it hers, even though she’d been living with him for nearly six months. She tried to tell herself he was just still sensitive about his wife’s death. After all, it had been their apartment before her death 2 years ago, he was bound to still be upset about it.
“What the--?” Her puzzled curse accompanied her astonishment as her key refused to slide into the lock on the apartment door. Sam’s confusion grew as the door was opened by a fragile looking brunette with dark gray eyes.
“Can I help you?”
“Shit.” Sam blinked. “I think I got the wrong door.” She laughed in embarrassment. “I was—“
“Oh! You must be Sam.” The woman smiled brightly. “Brian said you’d be stopping back by to get your things.”
“I—“
“Sam.” Brian came around the corner then, with a duffle under his arm. “Kaya, go on back and lie down, darling. You shouldn’t be up and around.” The woman obediently left the doorway and Brian closed the door behind him as he stepped out into the hall.
“Brian, what the hell—“
“My wife.” He said curtly and shoved the duffle into her arms with such force that Sam nearly dropped her workout bag and her staff as she juggled them. “Your belongings are in a storage building nearby. Come back by tomorrow at three, and I’ll get you the key for it. Goodbye, Sam.”
“Wait, your wife? You said your wife was dead.”
He smiled, “a convenient fiction. She was in Europe on a business trip for the last six months. I thought she would be gone for another four, but she surprised me with a phone call – thank God – two days ago to say she was coming home early. Your belongings were cleaned out this morning and I had the locks changed. Don’t contact me again, or I’ll have to call the police.”
And with that, he went back into the apartment and closed the door in her face. Sam felt the panic well up in her throat and viciously stuffed it back down into the pit of her stomach where it raged with her confusion until they both lay in an exhausted heap on the floor.
©kbw2005