That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn Page A

what it was dying for. But even then I was far too intrigued by him to not play the devil’s advocate.
    If I may… Without sounding to cliché, just fucking listen to me. Woman to woman. Friend to friend. I’ve never allowed myself to even be interested enough in a man to do more than kiss me. I am a twenty-six year old, red blooded American woman who LOVES reading smut, reading how the characters feel, not just emotionally but physically. And when I had to walk away from Wes’s penthouse that night, it fucking hit me like a mack truck! Goddammit I am starved… For him, for his touch, his words, his smile.
    Now, with that little epiphany comes the question. Am I ready as well as strong enough to try to do what Wesley wants me to?
    Umm… Fuck yes.
    And before you ask if I’ll be able to make it through, even if it does end badly and I’m left heart broken, your answer lies within the following statement: Bitch have you not been reading? This, Wesley fucking Jacobs is an ice cream sundae compared to savage and violent hell I’ve lived in, been forced to endure, and made it out of alive.
 

    “Oh my fuck, seriously? Jiminy Crickets it’s a damn date, bitches. Not my wedding day!” I am literally being tagged teamed with makeup, high heels, and perfume by Trina and Eve.
    “Stell, please at least try the eyelashes. I will glue those bitches on so tight it will take a month for them to come off!” Eve’s coming at me again with glue and lashes.
    “Hell no!” I shoo her away and look up at Trina through the mirror, she’s holding up a black sleeveless dress and a nude satin number with a plunging neckline. “Ahh… Nude?” I ask with a shrug.
    “God-fucking-damn straight nude! Eve! Shit! Stop!” Trina yanks the glue and lash compact from her hands and tosses them in the trash.
    Trina hands Eve our two glasses of wine. “Here, go fill those fuckers up.” She kisses the air before telling Eve, “You know I love you! Right?”
    “You only love me when I’m being your wine bitch.” Eve mutters on her way towards the kitchen.
    “Stell! Okay, so where are you at with this guy? I mean I know about your date last night. Or dinner, what the fuck ever. But… Here’s my question.” She holds up a pair of black fuck me stilettos in one hand and a pair of brown wedges in her other. “Shoes? Your answer will answer mine.”
    “Going with the black ones, sister.”
    Trina squeals and jumps up and down like a damn fan-girl screaming, “Hell YES! That’s my girl!”
    After I’m dressed in the nude dress with its pencil skirt hitting just below my knees, as well as the plunging neck line—That required double sided tape. I stand in my six-inch black peep-toe stilettos holding my clutch on the curb at 7:40 waiting for Wesley to show up.
    A shiny black sports car I’ve never seen before pulls up to the curb outside my place and before I notice it’s him he’s out of the car opening the passenger door for me.
    “Fucking hell, Ms. Reese. How in God’s name do you expect me to make it through dinner without slamming you up against the nearest stable surface with THAT dress on?” He growls through his gritted teeth.
    “You’ll make it, well… Maybe you will.” I grin before slipping into the low seat and sighing in anticipation.
    I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. I don’t know how to flirt, or be funny without it sounding completely ridiculous and forced.
    I don’t know what this night holds in store for me, nor do I know what Wesley has planned.
    But what I do know… Is that I’m ready.
    I’ve been fighting to stay alive, remain sane and in control for as long as I can remember. And tonight, whatever lies ahead. I refuse to fight it. As I stare outside the window, a quote I read at some point in my childhood that has always stayed with me, strikes me with a new meaning…
     

Chapter 13
    And So the Lion Fell For The Lamb

     
    She said I’ll make it. I almost lost my shit with that spoken