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I declined to answer, and countered, "What brought you out?"

"I had a late business meeting, and decided to wait out the storm here," he explained.

"Good idea," I said, staring into my glass, and stirring the ice cubes with my pinky.

"So, you never said why you're here alone on a night like this."

"No, I didn't," I stated, meaning to end his inquisition.

"Oh come on. I can keep a secret, tell me," he cajoled.

"My best friend caught the dread disease ‘love,' and I'm trying to come up with a quick antidote," I blurted, meaning to shut him up.

"I see," he said thoughtfully, "I don't have the antidote, but I can lend you my strength.

"Those are sweet words. Thank you for the sentiment," I replied, and finished my drink. I lifted my purse onto my shoulder, and offered, "Thank you..." and paused, realizing I had never gotten his name.

"David," he filled in the blank. "Why don't you join me for a nightcap?"

"Nice to meet you, David. I'm Kalista."

I hesitated, weighing my options: go home and rail against the blow that life had dealt me, or throw caution to the wind. What the hell? How could things possibly get any worse?

I let him take my hand and help me into his Maserati Quattroporte. Any other time, I would have noted every luxurious detail of the automobile, but I was numb and utterly unimpressed.

Forty minutes later he pulled up to a red brick house and unlocked the door. I shut it behind me, and backed him up against the wall, kissing him deeply. I needed physical touch, a solid distraction from my suffering.

David held me tightly, returning my passion, lifted me into his arms, and walked to the bedroom. It surprised me, as I'd planned on ravaging him right there in the foyer. He stood by the bed kissing me, and making no move to put me down.

I rolled with it, squirmed out of his arms, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled him down on the bed. He made short work of removing my dress, and I wound arms around his neck, needing to feel him against me, skin to skin, with the weight of him holding me down.

I rolled over and straddled him, feeling every inch of his hard frame, and slipped my hand around his manhood, thinking, sweet Jesus I need him now!

I knelt between his thighs, stroking his hard length and suckling him with every stroke, until his breathing was fast and ragged. He let go an animalistic growl, grabbed my waist, and rolled back on top of me.

His hands explored me with urgency, and he crushed me to him, pressing his cock into my depths, and I grabbed his ass forcing him deeper. It was intensely erotic, exquisitely fulfilling, and I needed him desperately.

David fucked me roughly, but then stopped suddenly. I clung to him, not understanding. He flipped me over, hauled me up on hands and knees, and impaled me from behind. It was intense and I sucked in air, and cried out, "David!"

He slapped my ass and I tried to squirm away, but lightning shot through my extremities, and I pushed back against him, with my whole body needing this, with every ounce of anguish I possessed.

He dragged one hand down my abdomen, circled my waist, forced me to him harder and harder, and I screamed softly, lifting a hand to cover my mouth. David wrestled my hand down and nailed it to the bed, pummeling me forcefully, and shoved me over the top, directly into the teeth of white-hot desire.

I collapsed forward, and he laid on my back, not letting me escape, and never once broke rhythm. He impaled me deeper, and just when I thought I had nothing left to give, he lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. I was delirious with need, and his intensity pushed me off a cliff into hellfire-climax, and the feel of him throbbing inside me was utterly soul satisfying.

I'd never felt anything like him and, instead of momentary distraction from my predicament, something much more enormous possessed me, took root, and filled me with fear.

David moved to my side, tugged me into his arms, and I looked up into blue eyes that stared straight down into the bottom of my soul. He pulled me closer, whispering, "You're okay, Kalista. I've got you."

I had no idea how he'd read me so accurately, and I buried my face in his shoulder, completely confused about what I was feeling.

David held me, stroking my hair, and I hung onto him, wondering about the terror taking root in my soul, thinking, sex has always been a perfect diversion, so why am I terrified?

The next morning, he brought me a coffee. I was never more grateful, offering, "God bless you, kind sir."

He sat with me briefly and then started breakfast. Moments later, I made my way into his living room.

"Make yourself at home, Kalista. Are you hungry?"

"No, thank you. You go ahead."

"You aren't going to help your friend by not eating. I'll fix you a plate. You eat what you can."

"Yeah, okay," I agreed, looking around the living room.

The carpet was dark chocolate brown and the davenport beige, with touches of gold ornaments strategically placed. I picked up a small crystal ball from the end table and closed my eyes, wishing, please, please God, help me save Grace.

David sat down next to me, handing me a plate of eggs and bacon, and asked, "You're really distraught over your friend. Aren't you?"

"Mildly," I lied, picturing me removing the head of Grace's fiancé with a chainsaw.

"Talk to me. What upsets you the most? Is he a cheat?"

"I don't know. He just is. He exists and that's enough to ruin her life."

"But why do you think so?"

"It's not what she wants right now. At least, not until she's a lot closer to the grave."

"And you know this for a fact," he asked.

"I do. Just last week, she wanted to open her own art gallery, travel and make friends with people in all walks of life, and become marginally famous, you know, known for her works, and she deserves that. She said, ‘If you see me falling for someone before then, buy me a strong drink and hit me over the head with a shovel. The lesson is quicker and it'll hurt less.'"

"Wow! That is a profound statement."

"So you see why I'm upset? He's going to ruin her. I just know it." I bit my lip and balled up my fists, fighting for composure.

"I do see, but you're battling free will. I don't think that's a force you can beat."

"Why the hell not? She's my sister! I have to find a way to reach her before it's too late."

"Okay, Kalista, let me rephrase that. You might be able to, but it could cost you the friendship."

I drew a sharp breath, sat with that realization for a long moment, and considered his words. Holding my head in my hands, I asked, "If she was your ride-or-die best friend, ever in your life, what would you do?"

"Exactly what you're going to do," he replied. "I would hold her hand, walk her through it, and be there for her, if and when it blows up in her face. Grit your teeth and do this for her, Kalista. You'll thank yourself later."

"Yeah, I'm going to need a lot more adult beverages to get me through this."

He pulled me closer, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Let me ask you this," he queried. "What if it works out? He might be a good man. What if she's happy, and is willing to adjust her dreams to remain with him?"

I felt like I'd just received a roundhouse kick to the gut. It was a scenario I'd not considered. "Go ahead. Kick me while I'm down," I answered. "I'd be really happy for her... and insanely jealous."

He chuckled and kissed me softly. "It could happen."

"Yes but, in what world? Show me a real-life example of that working out, and I'll show you a genie in a bottle offering you three wishes.

"You seem awfully sure of yourself," he issued, stroking my hair.

"I am sure of myself. My folks were God awful, but their demons played well together. They were married for thirty years, and that doesn't happen anymore."

"That's quite a story. Thirty years is a long time."

I nodded affirmatively.

He queried, "What about you, Kalista? What do you want for your future?"

"I want to sit in rocking chairs on the front porch, happily married, with all of our accomplishments completed, and have Grace there with me, just like we've always been there for each other."

"And you don't envision this man sitting next to her on the porch?"

"No. I don't. He's not ‘the one.' I'd feel it if he was."

"What would it take for you to feel it?"

"I'd like to look him in the eye and see her 'forever' there, but she's never even introduced him to me. There's something terribly wrong with this picture."

"Can you, for her sake, give him the benefit of the doubt?"

"I don't know. That's one hell of a tall order. To what extent?"

"As long as she needs you to."

I didn't have an answer and I was more lost than ever.

David pulled me into his arms, kissed me in a way that stifled my thoughts, and it took my breath away. I looked up into ice blue eyes that stopped my heart.

I'd sought temporary refuge in him, but failed to recognize that he was devastatingly handsome, that I was drawn to him, much more than just sexually, and that I would feel incredibly safe in his arms, even as terror assailed me.

He was thoughtful where I was chaotic, confident where I was walking uncertainty, and solid where my world was on fire and burning down around me.

Ultimately, he was balm to my bruised soul, and badly needed guidance. I'd found all these attributes in one man, where I wasn't looking for them. It was comforting and deep down unsettling.

As if reading my mind, he held my hands, wrapped me into his embrace, and held me together. I drew comfort there and realized that he could easily be ‘the one', and I shivered.

He took me to the sponge docks, and dinner, and even rented a pedal boat to watch the sunset. I enjoyed his company so much that I forgot to be afraid, and it felt like the day blew by in an instant.

Later, we sat in the bedroom, reclining, holding hands, and he offered, "How about this? How about placing your worries in my hands tonight. I'll keep them until you wake up, so you can actually just rest."

"Deal," I smiled softly.

That night, he deposited me on the edge of the bed and handed me a big, fluffy robe.

"I have to be up in time to do a fitting for a hideous dress tomorrow," I admitted, rolling my eyes.

"Okay," he assured me, "we'll get you there in plenty of time."

He began to stand, but I pulled him down for a deep kiss, drove my hands into his hair, and he leaned back, saying, "Wouldn't you sleep much better if I just held you tonight?"

I fixed my eyes on the ground, hoping he couldn't read me, thinking, Yes, please. Where do I sign up for a lifetime supply? In what imaginary world does this exist? I love that you still believe in fairytales. Just as soon as I've had my wicked way with you once more. But everything in me longed to just be held for one night.

"What time do you have to be at the fitting?"

"Noon, with a luncheon afterwards."

"Can you bring a date?"

I smiled at the offer. "I don't see why not. It's not like a rehearsal dinner or anything. You would do that?"

"I would," he stated, "I just wish I could see you in the hideous dress," he teased.

I laughed softly and realized it was the first time I'd genuinely smiled in days.

"Where on earth did you come from, David?"

"Washington."

"State or D.C.?"

"D.C.," he confided. "The heart of political corruption."

He held me gently, and I stood in his arms clinging to him, and he let me. It felt like both of us needed that, just to be held with no expectations, and I finally relaxed a little.

David moved to dim the lights, and I stretched out on the downy mattress. He joined me, stripped my dress off, and held me close.

I laid on my side facing him, and couldn't escape wondering so many things about him, and I kissed him full on the lips. He brushed the hair from my face, and whispered, "I promised to let you rest, and I meant it."

I was crestfallen and it showed.

"Don't think I'm not tempted, Kalista. I'm a man of my word. You get comfortable and let me hold you tonight."

"Okay," I agreed, reluctantly.

I felt unsettled and I stumbled over the realization that I wanted him to let me in, and went reeling headlong into entirely unfamiliar emotions. I had so many questions about him, but I wasn't certain I was prepared to ask them, much less know the answers.

I complied, laying with my back to his chest, and I held his hands clasped in front of me. It felt intimate, protective and safe. More than anything else in my world, I loved that he'd given me that. I snuggled against him and fell deep into sleep.

I woke early the next morning, startled at my unfamiliar surroundings, until I collected my wits about me, and David tugged me back down next to him.

I laid for a moment watching him sleep, and trying to decide whether to rest or take what my body was burning for. My thoughts returned to Grace and I opted for sleep.

True to his word, David accompanied me to the fitting. I'd felt certain he would go do some shopping in town during this but, to my horror, he stayed.

The dress looked like Grace had mugged Cinderella and made off with her gown. It was nightmarish, bright pink with giant poofy sleeves, and a huge bow over the butt. David smiled encouragingly, while I died a million deaths. He held my stare, while I wished that the floor would open up and swallow me whole, and I inhaled him like a steadying force.

Afterwards, we had lunch at Niko's Grill House. He was a perfect gentleman, pulling my chair out, holding my hand, and nailing me to the chair in moments of weakness, when I wanted to attempt to talk some sense into Grace.

She raised her glass, and toasted us, saying, "You're next!" I nearly spit my drink across the table.

David was a calming influence, guidance to my chaotic thoughts, and I wouldn't have made it through without him. He squeezed my hand hard, whispering, "Easy now, Kalista. I've got you."

Afterwards, he talked me into staying with him for the weekend. Then he took me home for a change of clothes, toiletries and accessories.

He helped me into his house and I fell across the bed, asleep with my heels still on. He removed my shoes, and massaged from my feet to my neck. I dozed several moments until he massaged my thighs, and I turned to haul him onto the bed next to me.

He cupped my face and stared into pleading eyes, whispering, "I'm proud of you. You did really well through the fitting and lunch."

"I wouldn't have if it hadn't been for you," I admitted.

I kissed him and he pushed me onto my back, and laid on top of me, nailing my hands to the mattress, then ditched his pants and helped me undress.

David gripped my waist with one hand, and removed my panties with the other, exploring me freely, and I couldn't fight the static electricity he elicited. He kissed my belly, moved to grip my ass cheeks in both hands, and lifted me to feast on my fiery cunt.

The moist heat of his tongue stabbing me there, was enough to drive me crazy, and I whimpered in his firm grip. He pressed two fingers into my depths, wiggled them hard inside me, and I couldn't take anymore.

"David, I need you to fuck me. Please."

He laughed softly and moved to restrain my wrists, whispering, "We have only just begun."

"But I need you to fill me up," I begged.

"And you shall have your wish in time," he grinned wickedly.

"David, please."

"There's my girl. I know you want me, but you're not ready yet."

"I so am, I swear!"

"I know you think you are, my love. We will get there."

I almost cried with frustration as he restrained my ankles, and his gaze raked me.

He fisted an ostrich feather, returned to the bed, and stroked my skin, while I fought the restraints. Then he tied a scarf over my eyes, and I lost my mind.

"Don't! I don't like this, David!"

"Shhh. Relax."

"Please, I need to see you."

"So you can predict what will happen next" he asked.

"I'm an all five senses kind of gal. I need to see you."

David laughed sadistically, "I will remove the blindfold when I am ready to. Relax, Kalista."

"David, please. I'm begging you. I need my eyes."

"No, you don't. Let your other senses be enhanced," he instructed. "I promise, this will enhance your pleasure if you let it. Stop fighting me."

He dragged light fingertips over my breasts, fingered my nipples into hard pebbles, and brought each one to his lips, suckling softly.

I steeled myself, fighting his advances, and he slid one palm down my abdomen, parted my pussy with one finger, and stimulated my clitoris. I breathed heavily, and longed for more control, fighting restraints anew.

He paused to move, and buried his face between my thighs, and I cried out, needing fulfillment, "Please!"

He denied me, drawing out his sweet torment, while I squirmed in effort to escape.

Finally, David pressed a palm against my abdomen, holding me still, drove his manhood into the hilt, and I screamed in surprise, as he continued to stroke my clitoris, pummeling me in varied rhythms, and keeping me off guard.

Lightning tore through my nether regions, and I arched my spine, needing him to completely possess me, and then he did.

He slammed into me, gripped my hips, and forced me to take his hard length more deeply than I ever had, and I threw my head back in abandon, screaming, "Yesss!"

We climaxed together, and he laid on top of me, just holding me until my breathing slowed, rested his head on my shoulder, and I asked again, "Can I hold you now?"

He freed me from restraints, and I wound myself around him, while he held my face in his hands, saying, "I could get used to this, you being here, sharing my bed, occupying a permanent space in my heart."

I realized that this was no longer a temporary refuge, on my part or his, and I was equally torn between escaping into the night, or staying in his embrace to face whatever was to come.

David decided for me. He held me tightly to him, and whispered, "Stay here with me, Kalista. I think we need each other."

I was overwhelmed. I knew he was right, that we truly did need one another, and terror shredded me. I wondered if he was the man I had always fantasized about, and then beat myself up, thinking, this is where you get your heart broken, Kalista, believing in fairytales, and then tacked on please just don't be one more thing I'll have to survive.

I thought it over long after he'd fallen asleep, but I couldn't close my eyes. I watched him sleep, and lightly touched his cheek, feeling as though he might disappear at any moment.

That was my experience, I realized, thinking, good things disappear and my heart ached. I wasn't sure I could survive one more disappearance.

I went into the next room, to do battle with my personal demons, and curled into the couch, thinking things through late into the night. I wasn't sure if I should bolt, to be the first to disappear, and I paced the floor, until I determined that I couldn't let him go, thinking, not without a hellfire and damnation fight, and I returned to the bedroom.

Gently, I raked my fingers through his hair and moved to press my palm to his chest, just to feel his heartbeat, while I memorized the feel of his skin, the peace of his features in repose, and I let it steady me until I could fight my way past terror, to finally close my eyes.

The next morning, he woke me up with coffee, and handed me the phone, insisting, "Call work and take the day off."

I started to argue, but looked into blue eyes turning shades darker, and I dialed the number instead. Afterwards, I asked him, "Why am I taking the day off?"

"I woke up earlier and you weren't here. I thought you were gone. I thought you bolted without a word, and I realized I'm not going to risk that," he blurted.

"David, honey, I just sat in the living room to sit with the light on for a while. It took me forever to get to sleep and I didn't want to wake you up."

"Nonetheless, it clarified things for me. I'm going to wife you up, and the first step is to put a ring on your finger. Marry me, Kalista."

"David, you don't have to rush into this. I'm not going anywhere."

"I've been thinking about this all weekend. I want you to be my wife. Marry me."

I pulled him down on top of me, wrapped my arms and legs around him, and whispered, "I will, David. I so want to be your bride."

David teased me, "You better call Grace. You're going to need a maid of honor. Now, aren't you glad you didn't try to talk her out of getting married?"

"Someday, I'll have to tell her the whole story," I laughed, "but not until we get married."

"Okay, then, let's go ring shopping."

"Okay, my love."

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