Surrender by Rue Volley Page B

out of me, I don’t appreciate it. I don’t even know why I gave into you. I should have ignored this, all of it.”
    Calista laughed behind us as he opened his mouth to speak.
    “It isn’t what it seems, Fay.”
    “Oh I think it is pretty clear,” I glanced at Calista as she grinned and spoke.
    “Oh Keegan, how fast they fall.”
    I rolled my eyes and headed for the door, completely disgusted and wanting nothing but to get out of this ridiculous fucking dress, heels and mindset.
    ***
    I sat at my laptop and nothing would happen. The bar flashed over and over and all I could think about was Keegan and Calista. I mean what was that shit? I had heard about couples playing games, but fuck. I thought he really liked me, I did. I could see now that he was just some fucked up asshole who tried to get laid while his girlfriend watched on and mocked whoever was stupid enough to fall for his big blue eyes…and his lips, and that tattoo…the fallen angel. I sighed and pushed my laptop forward as I laid my head on the edge of the desk. I stared down at my feet and then saw my heels lying there…the black ones I had worn with my cocktail dress. God! What a fucking fool I am. This is exactly why I told Gemma I was not interested in fucking around with any guys while I was in school. I just wanted my degree and I wanted to practice and then maybe…just maybe, someday…get married and have children. Get married to someone who…. Keegan’s mouth flashed into my mind and I stood up and shook my head. I walked to my iPod and placed my earbuds in and turned it on shuffle. I slid it into the elastic of my boy shorts and I swayed back and forth as the music flowed through me. I raised my hands over my head and swayed my hips back and forth. The woman’s voice crooned on along with a slow and steady beat…
    “One heart, one heart…beating on, one life, one life…reaching for the stars...hearts, broken from the start…”
    I lowered my hands and placed them on my stomach, my eyes remained closed. I tapped my fingers to the rhythm, letting it sooth me as my hips continued to sway. I started to sing along, saying the words and wanting to forget about all of it. About waking him up at the coffee shop, riding in his car…being shocked in his class, then having him lean against me and show me the star in the sky. I reached up and swayed back and forth as the song droned on. I slid my hands down the sides of my hips as I sighed. I could see him so clearly, in my bathroom, pressed up against me and fangs sinking into my skin. I turned and opened my eyes and screamed bloody murder as Keegan stood there in my room about four feet from me.
    “FUCK!” I yelled out as I jumped and jerked my white earbuds from my ears. He didn’t even blink. I placed a hand to my chest as it rose and fell. He had almost given me a heart attack. I swallowed hard and looked behind him, expecting to see Calista. My eyes made their way back to his as he stood very still and watched me.
    “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, starting to get my composure back.
    He took one step towards me as I took one step back. “I needed to see you,” his voice was calm, calmer than I expected after the bullshit at the bar.
    “Is there a video camera in here?”
    He shook his head and scanned the room.
    “Why would there be a camera, Fay?”
    I crossed my arms on my chest. My anger starting to rise. “For your little perverted game you have going on with her.”
    The corner of his lip curled as a small grin tried to break through. I was not amused. “Calista?”
    I shifted from one foot to the other. “Yes…Calista.”
    “It is… complicated.”
    I shook my head. “You said she was deported,” I stopped and narrowed my eyes. “And Greek… very Greek, and she is not, she is French.”
    “Her mother was French, her father was Greek.”
    I laughed. “I don’t care, not really…I mean, I just have a hard time believing anything you say.”
    He stepped closer