Envious Desire



Axle

I haven’t been able to contact Chloe. She hasn’t responded to anything– texts, phone calls, voicemails, emails– nothing.

I attempted to speak with Jade again. However, she refused to break “girl code” and inform me of Chloe’s whereabouts. Although, she claimed she spoke with her and that she was alright.

I need to find her. Her absence is driving me insane. It’s paramount she’s made aware of my necessity to have her in my life. I’m going to fight for her, tooth and nail.

Fuck! I should have done this sooner. Taking a sip of my coffee, I’m jolted, spitting it out when I see a picture I wasn’t prepared to view.

WHAT THE FUCK!

Chloe

Yesterday was unbelievable. It was transcendent being with Dominic. However, I missed my life. He allowed me to express a side I never knew existed, although that is not the life I crave.

I will forever be in Dominic’s debt for not allowing that bastard to taint my soul with his death. I can only imagine what Dominic has been through.

Gifs of last night filter through my head. I find myself blushing at the thought. I needed that affection, that attention. His lips were so soft, and Dominic was so...

“CHLOE!”

Hard thunderous noises emanate from the door, ricocheting through my home.

Axle?

“CHLOE OPEN THE DOOR!”

What the hell? I pull the door back, and Axle storms in, slamming the door behind him. Eyes wide, I’m left speechless at his actions.

“Axle?”

Waving the paper in his hand. “Is this why you’ve been gone?”

Confusion fills me, shaking my head. “What?”

“Is he the reason why you haven’t been returning any of my messages?” He commands an answer from me.

Tossing the newspaper on the table reveals a picture of me with Dominic dancing about to kiss.

Oh fuck!

Axle’s rage ensues. “Did you kiss him?” He sears me with his burning slate hues.

“Did he taste you?”

Ugh, why is he asking me this?

“Did he fuck you!?”

“Axle, please let me explain.”

“Explain what Chloe? How I let you go so, you could find yourself. To become whole again, hoping you would find your way back to me. But instead, you fucked another man. I gave you time for you, Chloe-- not for you to go to him. Him of all people!”

“Axle, please!” I plead for his composure.

“Please, what, Chloe? Spare me the details of your rendezvous with another man’s cock.”

That’s it! My blood boiled over. The mounting rage about to release its wrath is about to knock Axle the fuck out. What the fuck did he know.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough of this shit! Now shut the fuck up and listen! Yes, at the ball, we almost kissed! Yes! He invited me to his home. Yes! I went with him!

“No! I don’t want to fucking hear it, Chloe.”

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” I slammed my hand on the dining room table.

I continue to divulge the information. “However, at the end of the day, it felt ... wrong! It was all wrong! I realized the only person I crave to be with is you. You’re the only one I see a future with. And that’s when I realized that I love you. And told him I couldn’t...”

“What?”

“What?? I told him I coul...“”

“No, before that.”

I blink repeatedly, realizing my words, expelling a deep breath, voice octaves lower, “I love you, Axle.”

I stare into his intense grey eyes, hoping to get some sort of read on his feelings.

“I apologize it took me so long to... ”

Axle dashed across the room in two giant strides, cupping my face kissing me with every emotion waving through his body. Arm descending down my back, closing the gap between us, capturing every erotic moan escaping my mouth with his.

“Say it again.”

Feeling liberated at the admission of my genuine emotions, I peer into his dilated orbs, “I love you, Axle.”

Our lips collide, oozing emotion with every swirl. This is what it’s meant to feel like.

I can feel his smile within our kiss. “I love you, Chloe.” That utterance melts the final ice block protecting my heart. My heart-- it’s-- his. It belongs to him.

Diving back into our kiss, he pushed us against the counter, grasping my hips, raising me up, yanking my top over my head while I unbuttoned his, unfastening my bra, breasts springing free.

Axle takes me off the counter, removing my pants in one swift move, bending me over the counter when a flashback of my attack rushes my mind.

“Wait! No!” I slithered away from him, cowering in the corner.

“Chloe, what’s wrong?” Eyes wild with concern.

“I– I can’t. I– you don’t– I can’t,” is the last thing I say before sprinting to the bathroom to heave my guts into the toilet.

Axle hot on my heels, “What did I do, Chloe?”

“Nothing, Axle, please leave. I don’t want you to see this.”

“This is irrelevant. I need to know you’re okay.”

Being the man he is, he holds my hair as another spew of vomit is expelled from my body. “I’m here for you, Chloe, always.”

My heart and stomach leaped simultaneously while more bile rose in my throat. Resting for a moment, the feeling of nausea subsides. Axle hands me a glass of water.

“What’s going on Chloe? What just happened?”

“Axle, please.”

“What, Chloe, talk to me.”

Fuck, I’m painfully aware I will have to tell him eventually but fuck right now? SHIT!

“Can we at least go to the living room first? I’d rather be on the sofa than on the floor next to the toilet.”

Without hesitation, Axle cradles me in his arms, hoisting me in his formidable arms, delivering me to the sofa. The extraordinary sensation of protection and security he grants me is astounding.

Staring at me, he awaits my divulgence to begin.

“This has to do with when I was kidnapped.”

My eyes veer away from him. “The guy kept saying how he always wanted me since the first day he saw me. It was weird because I felt his voice was familiar despite my inability to place him.”

Taking a breath, “Three days before I ended up in the hospital, he came into my room, he– he ripped off my clothes and beat me when I didn’t comply with his demands. He untied me from the bed and threw me against a table.

“He tied me down, exposing my backside. That’s when I felt it like water dripping down my thigh. I know now that was.” I took a moment to breathe.

“That was when my amniotic sac broke.”

Axle’s eyes sealed shut after the mention of our baby’s demise. Tears burst from my eyes, witnessing the pain in his face.

“I tried to stop him as best I could, as much as I could. I swear! I waited for the last second to tell him I was pregnant, hoping it would deter him from going any further, but ...”

Tears were streaming down my face, eyes blurry from the reenactment flashing in my mind.

“It’s okay, Baby. I got you.” He cradled me in his arms, where I felt strong enough to continue.

“I told him I was pregnant, and he replied with the most unimaginable response ...now ... now he doesn’t have to wear a condom, and it didn’t matter because he–”

“I will fucking kill him! I’ll fucking kill that son of a bitch with my bare fucking hands!”

“Axle, please.” I grappled his arms in need of reassurance. Axle untensed, sensing my need for his tranquility.

“He then said, but first– he wanted to take me– from behind.” My words are barely a whisper now.

I can see the rage in Axle’s eyes consuming his mind.

“He started– he– he– he started to push in.” Taking a deep breath, I continued.

“I screamed, yelling for him to stop, but shattered glass landed around me. I heard a thud on the floor. I felt hazy and weak after that. I passed out, and then there was blood. Blood started afterward, and the pain, that’s when they gave me meds that made me hazy and took me to the hospital, dropping me off.”

Sealing his eyes, Axle attempts to control his furious anger.

“I’m sorry, Chloe. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you from him.” Embracing me tighter, his strength grants me what I require to be strong.

“No, Axle, I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect our– our baby.” Tears cascaded down my cheeks, all of our pain exposed. For the first time, Axle has tears in his eyes flowing just as mine, urging me to hug him tighter.

“I’m sorry, Axle. I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger. Can you ever forgive me?”

“What? No, Baby, there’s no need for forgiveness. It’s not your fault. He is the one who did this to us. Not you.”

“I was so scared, Axle. I had no idea what happened to you, and he ensured I believed you were gone. After seeing the blood oozing from your wound, I believed him, which made losing our baby kill me that much more. That was the only part of you I had left. Losing the baby almost killed me. Then HER, popping up with your baby– made it that much harder to deal with. I’m sorry for how I treated you, Axle. I should have never pushed you away. I’m so sorry.”

“No, Baby, I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, letting you go. I should have fought harder for you. But I will not continue to make that mistake. You are mine! I will spend every day for the rest of my life proving to you how important you are to me.”

Peering into his gray, reddened eyes, I cup his face. “I love you, Axle.”

“I love you, Chloe. I will spend whatever I need to find that mother fucking cock sucker and make him pay if it’s the last thing I ever do.”

I didn’t have it in me to tell Axle I found him, and he was no longer breathing. It’s a secret I will take to the grave.

~~~

Axle saw their picture in the paper and flew to her apartment to find her.

Chloe finally said those three words while Axle was conscious.

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