Weak Without Him

"Fancy seeing you here."

"I was thinking the same damn thing," I said.

"Nice outfit," he said raising an eyebrow. "Not what I would have chosen, but it suits you."

I scoffed. "Fuck off, Mr. Felton."

I stood frozen in his presence, and I needed to decide my next move as Mr. Sex-on-legs stalked toward me like a lion in the jungle claiming his next victim.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Miss Downs."

"No." I hesitated. "I wouldn't."

Fi

"You're a horrible fucking liar, Miss Downs," he whispered over my lips. His breath lingered on my skin, causing my heart to race. The thought of his family in the next room caused my nerves to go haywire as his hand trailed up my leg, lifting my skirt just enough for him to feel the lace edges of the panties under my dress.

"Mmm." He slid his fingers under the little string that held them to my thighs and grabbed them in his fist. When he ripped the fabric from my body, a stinging sensation brought me back to reality. The electricity of his ferocity mingled with my want, my need, for him. I was weak as much as I wanted to be strong, and I felt my wall crumbling. He dangled the broken white lace in front of my face, smiled, then tucked it in his pocket. A gleam of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"You bastard," I said.

"I've warned you about those names already. Think of something better, Miss Downs. Be fucking original." He grabbed my ass with a hard hand, and I moaned, but not so loud as to be overheard. His lips and teeth traced along my neckline and he pulled skin, causing small spikes of pain to course through me. I forced myself to pull away.

"Mr. Felton, dick hole, stop. You're being disrespectful, and I don't want this."

He laughed. "Dick hole? Wouldn't that be you, Miss Downs? I've found your smart-ass mouth continuously says one thing, but your body says another. So, which is it?"

He grabbed another handful of ass, and I moaned into his chest and squeezed my legs together. When I thought I might fuck him on the rug in his mother's living room while chatter drifted from the kitchen, Fi

Then that sinister smile overtook his whole body. The one that made my insides tingle with delight. The one that said you're fucking mine and I know it. Fi

I looked at him and mouthed, 'Stop, or you'll be fucking sorry.'

He slowly shook his head and mouthed back, 'Not a chance.'

The impulse to touch him was too much, but somehow I resisted. I contemplated going to him and fucking him on the piano bench. It had been too long since I had felt Fi

"Di

"Shall we?" Fi

Smells of fresh herbs lingered. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I saw all the deliciousness that filled the table.

"Mum always cooks way too much," Luke said.

Fi

We passed around salad, roasted chicken, and vegetables.

"I didn't know you made my favorite," Luke said, as Emma brought out a plate of cookies.

"I know how you and Fi

Fi

"So, Je

I wiped my mouth with the napkin and made sure not to put my elbows on the table. I felt like I was back in the training room, and I was being asked The Elite questions that I had memorized.

"Oh, sure. I was born in Texas. Graduated from the University of Houston and recently moved to Vegas."

She continued to smile. "And how did you meet my sons?"

Fi

"Actually, I met Fi

"Really? That's interesting. Almost like fate or something."

She had no idea.

"Yeah, sorta. After my parents passed away, I… well, I wanted change."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Emma said.

Then Franklin spoke. "I think all of us here have lost someone we've loved at one point in our life. It seems you met Fi

"So, Texas… is it true what they say? Is everything bigger there?" Emma asked.

I laughed, and everyone else laughed as well.

"If you only knew," I said. "Actually, you should visit one day. There is a beautiful bed and breakfast in my hometown. It's by the Neches River. I lived really close to Louisiana. You should experience the Cajun-French food, and Texas delicacies like gumbo, chicken and dumplins, bacon covered donuts."

I gave Luke a glance, remembering the time we shared. Then Emma looked over at Franklin, and they shared a smile. They were so in love with one another, it was sweet. It kind of reminded me of the way my parents acted.

Luke favored his dad: dark hair, blue eyes, and a strong jaw. They even had the same laugh. Emma loved Franklin tons. I knew once Luke found a partner, their love wouldn't be any different from his parents. Some men are easy to love.

"Thanks so much for di

"Thanks, Lovely. Fi

"I plan on it," Fi

Of course the bastard did.

"You can set it there," she said. I placed the dishes in the sink, and before I walked out Emma stopped me.

"Je

"Yes ma'am?"

"I've not seen Fi

Take care of him? His mother should be saying a silent prayer for me, because her son was an animal. Fi

I walked back to the dining room, and Luke helped grab more dishes.

"Fi

My movements slowed.

"What? For what?" I tilted my head and looked at him.