The Ex-Boyfriend

By: Andre Grandier 
The single snap of a dry branch nearby tore the silence behind her. Daisy Orellana whirled around and glared at the thick darkness stalking her from behind and froze into place. The light of a single street light quivered in her clear honey-colored eyes as she scrutinized the shadows, unable to move. It was a moonless night, a dark and hollow well with a few shiny white starts set off in the empty yonder of vast eternity. Daisy’s heart pounded fast and smoothly in her chest and she could feel the adrenaline running in her bloodstream already. She knew she was being followed. She knew she was in danger and yet there she was, standing in a deserted part of Roscoe Boulevard with only one street light keeping her company. She also knew who her stalker was ,which as a matter of fact was the reason she was there in the first place, in her useless attempt avoid him. She prayed to be in a horrible mistake for if it was who she thought, she had no chance to survive.
    “Who is there” Daisy demanded in a sharp tone. The adrenaline making her feel bold and defiant. “Show yourself” The moment she said it she regretted it for a dark figure started to approach. Daisy recoiled with fear and her eyes widened in horror as the figure came toward her. All of a sudden she felt her feet were no longer in touch with the ground as an icy thrill crept down her spine. The figure came to be seen, approaching broodingly into the dull streetlight, the black eyes on that face were as dark  and empty the night surrounding them. His bleak expression twisted with fury as he looked at her in an ominous way. The face she was terrified to see. Carlos Hernandez, her ex-boyfriend. Daisy was too muddle to react, too afraid to speak and too horrified to move. Her racing heart seemed to have stopped beating as she shivered, but not because she was cold. Daisy wanted to run but her legs wouldn’t move, they were useless. Limp and listless. Two uncooperative piles of meat and bone. She wanted to scream but a lump that had built in her throat prevented her to do so. Swallowing hard she managed to chock out. “Carlos I--…”  Daisy couldn’t finish the sentence for a fist came crashing to her face. Before she could react a pair of big hands grasped her by the shoulders shaking her violently and shoving her hard against the light pole. Pain exploded from her head and she crumbled to the ground, her sight became blurry as she was swallowed by the thick darkness around her. 

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    Daisy opened her eyes slowly and found herself on a huge bed covered in clean white linen and silk, the walls were white as well. The warm scent of lilacs was held in the air. Groggily, she got up and muttered to herself Where am I … At that moment Carlos came into the room. He was only wearing white pants and sandals, his face had left that bleak and brooding expression from before, now he looked at her dreamingly and tenderly. His gaze locked into hers. His brown muscles gleamed with sweat as they flexed. Daisy started to say something but Carlos held out his finger to stop her. Then he leaned closer, so close she could feel the heat coming out of his body, the sweet scent of his breath against her. Carlos stared at her eyes, then at her tender lips, his fingers touched her chin and lifted her face towards his. Their lips met in a long lasting kiss. Carlos’ tongue slipped serpent-like into Daisy’s. Daisy felt lust take over her. She no longer felt confused or angry only that she wanted Carlos, She wanted him so badly.
His hands traveled around Daisy’s body, wanting to touch every curb, every inch of skin .his hands slipped down her blouse and ripped it off, kissing her face , kissing her neck and biting it playfully, filling Daisy with a wild pleasure. Her skirt had the same fate as her blouse. Once again his hands traveled behind her and loosened the grip of her bra letting it fall feely. They kissed with such urgency, with such passion as if they had never kissed before, as if it were the last time and yet the first. He was on top of her now, somehow he had left what he had of clothing on aside, Daisy moaned in ecstasy as his master mouth planted soft and sweet kisses in her neck traveling down to her bare breasts and sucking at them tenderly. Daisy clung to him feeling how hard his body was, feeling every muscle, the two of them soaked with sweat. A savage pleasure swept over her forcing her to cry out. Carlos held her between his strong arms resting in the heat of their love. “ I love you..” was the last thing Daisy heard before she drifted into a world of dreams.