|Shall We Dance?
Author: Fay Fibonacci PM
The woman you loved...the woman that was your fiancé, she betrayed you...threw you in prison. You swore vengeance, and you came back to make her pay for what she did. She thinks you're dead...You think shes a complete traitor...both wrong...and then she just might make you love her all over again...Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Tragedy - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,391 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 10-07-12 - Published: 10-04-12 - id: 3063143
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She felt as if she was sinking into some twisted nightmare. There was a painful throbbing sensation in her mind, her heart was beating far too rapidly, and she shivered slightly in the cold breeze.
Blake saw the eyes of Josh and the guards glued to a spot behind him, and glancing back, he saw his wife looking extremely pale. "Kayla!" he gasped, "Why on earth, did you come outside, its way too cold, go back inside before the guests decide to come out too!"
At the word guests, Josh noticed that there were several curious faces staring out at them from the window. Josh half smiled, the poor souls need some entertainment… He sighed and returned his gaze to Kayla, who looked as if she was about to faint any second.
She placed her hand on Blake's shoulder to steady herself. Her left hand…that had a very expensive looking diamond ring on it. Josh already knew she was married, but that sparkling ring flashed in his eyes, reminding him that the woman that was supposed to marry him now belonged to someone else. He swallowed hard, fighting back the urge of screaming out loud to the night sky.
Blake looked at his wife in concern, and placed an arm around her to support her. "Kayla…Kayla, are you alright?!"
"Of course not, she's sick at the sight of you," Josh muttered under his breath.
Kayla placed her hand wearily on her forehead. Her husband's words had brought her back to her senses. Her eyes flitted back to Josh, and now that she looked at him a second time, she realized that he looked very different to the Josh she had known, yet strikingly similar. She felt a burning sensation in her throat, as if she were about to cry, and her stinging eyes indicated the same. She shook her head; this was all probably the alcohol. "I think I've had a little too much to drink…"
No shit, Josh thought. He knew why she looked so nervous and frightened; he had reminded her of…well...himself. Josh's appearance had changed since they last met. Physically he was much stronger now; his navy shirt looked likely to rip soon, his muscles so clearly outlined, he almost felt naked. He'd gone more tanned and he had a long scar running down his right cheek, a result of one of his many fights, back when he had been in jail. His cheeks, covered in rough stubble gave him a haggard appearance. He'd also dyed his hair jet black, and he wore electric blue contacts. He still looked very similar to his old self though, so even if she couldn't recognize him, he knew she would still see a significant resemblance. That was what he was aiming for…he wanted to torture her with the memory of him.
"Blake, please, can we go back inside…" it was Kayla, her voice barely audible.
Blake nodded. His eyes settled on Josh. "Bring him inside," he said addressing the two guards, "and we'll finish this," he added impressively. With that he and Kayla turned around and began making their way to the door, his hand still around her.
The two guards did their pushing and pulling act all the way to the door. We'll finish this, what does he mean? Josh shook his head, it didn't matter, he would find out soon. Josh cursed himself for being such an idiot. Why on earth had he kept coming here every night to see her? Now they had caught him, and he had possibly blown his cover. He had gotten a new identity after he broke out of the prison. He was now Ian Hatcher, a wealthy investor who had been abroad in Canada. He was planning to introduce himself sometime in the future, possibly come to a business agreement with Ivory, and make his money slowly dwindle and his life a living hell. Now it was highly likely that they would recognize him. Why the effin hell did I come here tonight?
He found himself in a large marble hall; a huge chandelier caused shimmering lights to reflect off the walls. Ahead of him, was a large spiral staircase, also made entirely out of marble. There were two jackal statues at the base of the stairs that reminded him strangely of some sort of permanent security guards. To his left was the room that the party had been in, and through the doorway, he could see a bunch of confused guests sitting around on leather couches. The guards ushered him into the room on his right. It had a long mahogany table, near the far end wall, that could probably accommodate at least fifty people. The rest of the room seemed like a sort of living room, with suede coaches, a couple of armchairs, and the biggest flat screen TV he had seen in his 27 year life. His eyes fell on Kayla and Blake sitting next to each other on one of the couches. He had failed to notice them in the large expanse of the room, and he realized that Kayla still looked ready to pass out…her pathetic husband was holding her hand.
"Shut the door," Blake ordered the guards, "and lock it."