Slade (Walk Of Shame #1)

Chapter Twelve
Aspen




Rolling over, I lazily open my eyes and stretch; a very long, hard stretch. It only takes me a few seconds for my eyes to focus and remember where I’m at: Slade’s room. Panic sets in and I sit up straight, pulling the sheet over my naked body. I was sleeping so well that I forgot where the hell I was at. Not a good thing. Not good at all.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
I back up against the wall and look around to see I’m alone in the big, quiet room. Slade must have gotten up in the middle of the night and left. A part of me is glad. The last thing I want to do is face his smug ass and listen to him rub in the fact that he finally got what he wanted; not to mention that is was great. It was the best I’ve ever had and I can’t deny it. My body already gave me away.
I tried so hard to resist. I really did, but he’s too good. He’s damn good at getting what he wants and he knows it. He knew I would eventually cave in and put my hate and frustration into f*cking him. It’s what he wanted. He likes it rough and meaningless. Well, that’s exactly what he got.
While mentally cursing to myself, I jump out of his bed and look around for something to put on. I really need to get out of his room before he comes back. I don’t want to see him right now. I can’t.
Shit. Why did I let him rip my dress?
Cale is probably downstairs sleeping on the couch and there’s no way I’m going down there naked and risking him waking up to see me. I really doubt he needed the bedroom like Slade said. I think Slade just wanted another thing that he could be in control of. Well, I’m sick of him being in control. I’m out of here.
I rush over to the closet, almost tripping over the sheet, but I catch myself just in time and untangle it from my legs. Reaching for the handles, I slide the doors apart and step into his very big and neat closet. I’m surprised to see how organized he actually is; shocked actually.
I walk all the way to the back in hopes I can find an old shirt that he will never miss. I don’t know how he would react to me wearing one of his good shirts. When I get to the back my eyes land on a huge row of business suits; very expensive looking business suits.
What. The. Hell.
I run my fingers across them while counting inside my head.
. . . 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14. Fourteen suits! Why so many?
I look up to see there are more suits stacked up on the top shelf of his closet. I don’t understand what kind of stripper slash f*cking bartender needs so many suits. Nice ones at that. These look and feel very expensive.
Pulling my eyes away, I take a step back and look around. There are stacks of shoe boxes with expensive brand names lined up under the hanging suits. Then, to my right there is a whole rack of ties. There is definitely more to Slade than I know; more than what he shows us. I’m definitely curious.
Gripping the sheet tighter, I walk back toward the front of the closet and look up at the shelf when I notice a pile of plain black shirts stacked on top of each other. I’m pretty positive he won’t miss one of these.
I reach up and try to pull the bottom one out from the stack, but am not having much luck. I’m all the way on my tip toes and I can still barely get it in my reach.
Come on . . .
My fingers pinch the thin fabric and I tug, pulling the whole pile down with it, along with a shoe box. The shoe box lands on its side with the lid knocked off, causing a bunch of pictures and letters to fall out. I quickly struggle to gather the belongings and stuff them back inside before Slade comes back. The last thing I want him to think is that I’m snooping through his things. He definitely would not be happy about that.
After getting everything stuffed back inside, I am just about to replace the lid when a photograph catches my eye; one that has me very curious. I set the lid down beside me and reach into the box. My eyes scan the ultrasound, checking out dates, names and any other thing that may give me a clue as to why Slade has it stacked away in his things.
Helena Valentine, December 2011.
The baby is huge. It has to be at least eight months gestation. It’s from over two years ago. It makes me wonder if this child is his. I really cannot imagine him with a child. It doesn’t seem like him.
Setting the photo aside, I dig a little deeper into the box to find photos of a very beautiful pregnant woman. She has long, blonde hair, sun kissed skin and a flawless smile. She looks happy; like the happiest woman on earth. She’s holding her swollen belly, showing it off to the world as if she’s the proudest woman in the world.
In a few of the photos, Slade is in the pictures with her, but he looks different; much different.
He’s clean cut with short black hair, no tattoos and the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I also notice that the scar on his cheek isn’t present in the pictures. He looks so happy; nothing like the Slade I see today. He’s laughing in almost every single one of them and even kissing her belly in one. He’s wearing a suit in a few of them. He looks very professional and handsome.
I hate to feel like I’m prying, but it makes me wonder where this Helena is at. Where is this baby? Did he leave her and now regrets it? Is she still around, but a dark secret that he doesn’t want anyone to know about? There are so many possibilities that my head is spinning. I feel lightheaded trying to piece it all together. Slade may be a lot of things, but I don’t take him for reckless abandonment.
I’m sitting here just staring, in a daze, when all of a sudden I feel someone standing above me. My heart sinks to my stomach when I look up and see the hurt look in Slade’s eyes. He’s looking back and forth between me and the box. I instantly drop the photos and hold my breath, not knowing what to expect.
He’s standing above me with his jaw steeled and his fists balled at his sides. His body is slick with sweat and his hair is dripping with water as if he’s just worked out. His eyes are quick to change from hurt to pure anger and rage. I’ve never seen someone so angry.
“What the f*ck are you doing in here?” He grips the door frame and squeezes as hard as he can. His muscles flex so hard that his arms are shaking and his veins are popping out. “Did I say you could go through my things?”
I scramble to my feet and grip the sheet against me. “No. I wasn’t trying to snoop. I was looking for a shirt to-”
“Yeah. I can f*cking see that. It must have been by f*cking accident then. Am I right?” His jaw clenches even harder as he reaches for my arm and pulls me to him.
He looks me in the eyes for a second and I almost see them soften; a glimpse of hope that he wants to talk to me and let me in. I can’t help what comes out next. “Where are they? Did you break her heart and leave her? What about your child?”
He takes a deep breath and backs us out of the closet before slamming the doors behind me and punching the wall. “Get the f*ck out!” He reaches in his dresser, grabs a shirt and tosses it to me. I catch it while trying to keep my composure. “There. That’s what the f*ck you were looking for. Now. Get. Out.”
I clutch the shirt against my body and watch as he leans over the dresser and takes a long, deep breath. He stays in the same position for a moment before knocking everything over to the floor and then pushing his dresser over as well.
He doesn’t say another word to me. He just stands there looking the other direction, his body tight and his breathing heavy.
“I’m sorry,” I stammer. “I-”
“I said get out,” he says firmly. “Leave the sheet and go. I won’t look at you. Just go.” His voice rumbles as he grips his hair in his hands before reaching for his pack of cigarettes.
I can’t stop watching him. My hands shake as I drop the sheet, quickly throw his shirt on and run out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I fall against the door and take a deep breath as I hear him breaking things and screaming from the other side. I didn’t even know he was capable of feeling anything. I guess I was wrong. He’s definitely feeling right now.
After a few seconds, I pull myself together enough to walk away. I don’t know why, but a part of me wants to stay. A part of me wants in even though I know that will never happen. I want to see this part of him that I never even knew existed.
I quickly reach for my ripped dress and ball it up in my arms while running down the steps, past the couch and to Cale’s door.
It’s still dark and quiet so I doubt that he saw me. I quickly turn the knob and push the door open only to stop dead in my tracks when I set eyes on a naked Cale getting his dick sucked by some chick. He looks up while gripping her hair as if my presence doesn’t even bother him.
“Holy shit!” I cover my eyes and fall against the wall. “I didn’t know you were in here.”
Cale lets out a soft chuckle. “Calm down, Aspen. You act as if you’ve never walked into this situation before.” He moans before speaking again. “Your phone’s been going off. It’s on the dresser.”
Keeping my hands over my face, I maneuver my way into the room and over to the dresser as quickly as I can. “I’ll be right out. Shit!” I grab my phone and then quickly turn and rush for the door. Right as I’m about to walk out, Cale’s voice stops me.
“You caved in,” he says softly. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Without turning his way, I take a deep breath and exhale. There’s no denying it. The proof was left on the steps. “I do. Trust me.”
I step out of his room and shut the door behind me. My heart is going crazy right now and I’m in total shock and a little grossed out. I can’t believe that girl didn’t even stop sucking that whole time.
Seriously though!
I take a seat on the couch and take a look at my missed messages. My heart sinks when I see Jay’s name across the screen. He called twice and sent a text message.
I touch the screen and go straight to the message.

This is a lot different than I expected it to be, Aspen. I actually miss you here. I’ll see you in two days.

Swallowing hard, I drop my phone down beside me and lay down across the couch. Any other day, I would be jumping to respond to his message. Well, not today. I just don’t have it in me. The need is not there.