Fortunes of Doom

My teeth chatter from the autumn chill of the Boston night. Tonight, I am freezing my ass off at the circus's fortune teller booth. I hate this stupid fortune teller costume tonight more than any other night. It's such a fucking cliché. An authentic psychic or clairvoyant would dress like everyone else. I'm walking proof of it. I come from a long line of psychics due to my maternal lineage. For years, I thought of my abilities as déjà vu or an odd coincidence until my eighteenth birthday when my mother shed light on her family's abilities. My jaw hit the ground, leaving me in complete shock at my mother's confession. These tidbits of information my mother shared with me had me feeling as if I'd stepped into an episode of Supernatural. I don't give a shit how hot Dean and Sam Winchester are; I didn't want this to be my life or fate. Also, for years she gaslit me! My own fucking mother made me feel insane when I'd question her about seeing events and them happening within a few years, months, or hell, even days! Sometimes, as a psychic, I feel like I've lived my and others' lives a thousand times. Sitting here, freezing my damn tits off, makes me furious at my mother. Her confession actually put a strain on our relationship. The mere thought of her has me seething with resentment and wanting to punch someone. Other than discussing business about the holistic health shop I've inherited from her, I keep our conversations short, giving her limited information about my life.

Hence, why I'm moonlighting as a fucking fortuneteller at the damn circus. To think that I'm an heiress to one of the biggest international entertainment companies, but because I'd rather chew off my own fucking arm before asking my parents for money, I'm using my "special gifts" as a side hustle. The irony of the whole situation is that my father just became a co-owner of this circus, so I'm indirectly getting money from him, anyway. I shiver as the chilly wind bristles over me as I watch the fallen decaying autumn leaves dance on the pavement. A spark of electricity zaps my spine, causing me to sit up straighter and notice the man a few feet from my booth. My breath catches in my throat as I let my gaze appreciatively roam his body. This man is fucking sexy. His beauty is otherworldly. That's saying a lot from someone like me because working at the circus, I see, meet, and greet hundreds if not thousands of faces daily. Many of these faces are forgettable, but his face is breathtakingly handsome. This man is so damn handsome it's almost painful to look at him. Damn, he must have felt my stare because I was captivated by his whiskey-colored gaze at that moment. I sit up straighter, fixing my cleavage in the red bustier and ensuring my long black lace cold-shoulder sleeves are perfectly situated. I feel lust course through my body, causing the bud between my thighs to throb. I quirk one eyebrow giving him my best come hither look. It has been a while since I've had a hot hookup, so why not flirt with this gorgeous stranger in hopes that he'll fuck me into next week. Maybe even into next year!

However, fate has other plans for us, at least for me, anyway. My shoulders slump with annoyance as he breaks our sexually charged stare to turn in the direction of loud, rambunctious voices, holding up a hand in greeting as a group of large men horse around with him. I roll my eyes to myself, pretending to be busy with my overly elaborate fortune teller setup. I get lost in my thoughts, so I don't hear heavy footsteps approaching my booth.

"Well, hello there, Miss Diamond: Seeker of All Fates," a deep voice booms. I look up, hoping it's the sexy stranger I spotted, but I feel agitated when my eyes clash with forest green eyes. This man isn't unpleasant looking, and he's easy on the eyes too. He's just not the hottie I noticed a few minutes ago. I feel another spark of electricity zap my spine, making me notice the three other equally attractive men huddling around the man with the forest-green eyes. My heart sputters a little when my gaze lands on the beautiful stranger. He gives me a small smile allowing me to catch a glimpse of his bright pearly white teeth against his full pink pout.

I plaster on a fake smile and respond to the forest green-eyed man, "So, what can I do for you, gentlemen? I can do a tarot card reading if you're seeking the truth about a puzzling situation. Decisions can be hard to make; allow Miss Diamond to help you make the best choice." The man's eyes peruse my body, making me feel icky when his eyes linger on the bodice of my costume that has my cleavage practically pushed to my chin. This man wreaks uber douche canoe vibes, so the sooner I get this asshat out of my booth, the better.

"Yes, I do have a question for you. Will you go on a date with me," he questions. I roll my eyes at him as he closes his eyes, obnoxiously jerking his body around like a fish out of water before continuing, "Oh wait! I'm having a vision. I see your pussy wrapped around my cock in our near future." The man and his two friends to his right begin to whoop, holler, and laugh boisterously. I wish I could say I'm shocked by him spewing this vulgar statement. Unfortunately, I'm not because I get sexual propositions thrown at me daily since I've been working as Miss Diamond. Uncontrollably, my eyes slide to the handsome man with the whiskey-colored gaze, and he's flushed, looking appalled by his friends' behavior.

"I don't even need to do a tarot card reading to tell you that you may potentially be balls deep in someone's pussy in the near future. But, I can assure you it won't be mine," I boredly state, squaring my shoulders, standing tall, and confidently staring this douche canoe down. He plays with a loose piece of my raven black hair, practically bringing his face nose-to-nose with me giving me the iciest glare imaginable. I hold my breath to contain my composure even if I'm fearfully shaking on the inside, but I have a calm, unpassable demeanor on the outside.

 My hand shakes around my taser under the table in case he tries any funny business. He gently pins the loose piece of hair behind my ear, sternly clenching my chin with his meaty palm, and stating, "Well, Miss Diamond, I would definitely throw my inheritance at you as you swung around a pole or paid an absurd amount to watch you be a camgirl.

 So, everyone has a price; what's yours?" I feel my stomach bubble in disgust as the corndog I ate earlier rises in my throat. Did this asshat really think he could just walk up and pay for me?

"Dude, knock it the fuck off. Let's keep it moving; the show's about to start," a deep smooth, baritone voice angrily bellows. I slide my eyes to the left and see the handsome stranger fuming with steam practically coming out of his ears with disgust from his friend's antagonization of me. My heart flutters, this man isn't just gorgeous, but he has a thing for damsels in distress. Damn, this man has to simply exist, and he's every woman's knight in shiny armor right out of any childhood watered-down Disney fairytale film.

"I’m glad you know that the only way you’d see me naked is if you were willing to pay a boatload of cash. But there are not enough zeroes in the world that would have me spend time alone with you, especially naked. So, do you want your fucking fortune read or not,” I ask firmly, whipping my face from his grasp while pushing him away so he’d back the fuck out of my space. 

“Oh, aren’t you a little firecracker. You’re feisty! That’s why I’d be down with the swirl,” the pig obnoxiously jokes. I narrow my eyes at him, and before I bat an eyelash, his friends have thrown all my fortune teller shit to the ground. They exit my booth laughing, causing me to let out a shrill shriek of frustration as I drop to the ground and begin picking up the items.

“Hey, I’m sorry about those assholes. My boys usually aren’t that big of jackasses. Not excusing their behavior, but they had some drinks before we met up here.

I’ll kick his ass for mistreating you like that and saying that vile shit to you,” the beautiful stranger says. I gaze up into the most beautiful amber-colored eyes that remind me of the sweetest brandy. I sit on my haunches in a stupor, shocked that he stayed behind to help me clean up those douche canoes he calls friends’ mess. The stranger’s beauty has left me speechless. I can only offer him a shy smile and a nod. A broad smile crosses his beautiful face as he hands me one of my tarot cards, causing our hands to brush.

 I feel a tingle at the base of my spine, a fire spreads in my belly, and a pain pierces me through the heart. I succumb to darkness—an out-of-body experience that has me free-falling into an empty abyss. I’m sitting in my living room watching the news report. The death of an infamous billionaire heir. A GQ-looking picture of a gorgeous man splashes across the screen, reading:

Garrett Sullivan was found dead at age 28.

I gasp for air, choking and coughing up a lung as I’m brought back to reality. The handsome stranger, whom I now know as Garrett, is rubbing my back, grabbing my bottle of water, holding it to my lips, and urging me to drink. I take a few small sips trying to come to terms with the vision I just experienced. My heart continues to tap dance in my chest, gasping for air, and I strangle out, “Y-y-y-our going to die.” His head whips back in confusion, causing his eyebrows to furrow.

“Are you okay? I think you may have gone into shock or panic. I’m sorry if my buddies behavior triggered you in any way,” he states, rubbing his hand down my arms and making our closeness cause my panties to soak with arousal.

“You have to believe me! You’re going to die in the next few weeks. You’ll be murdered. I don’t know where who, or why but you’re in danger,” I frantically scream at him. He looks at me quizzically for a moment, then throws his head back in laughter. I push him over, making him fall out of his squatting position and onto his ass as I yank myself to my feet. I begin fixing my table, simmering with rage. Man! I fucking hate people! If Mr. Garrett “Pretty Boy” Sullivan wants to go out into this world and get his ass knocked off without heeding my warning, then that’s on him. But, even as I think those thoughts, I feel a pang in my chest, knowing I could never allow someone to be harmed. I feel him before I see him turning around to face him. He smells heavenly of his personal musk and notes of smokey sandalwood. I feel myself flush with sexual want as he invades my space, placing his hands on my shoulders to peer down into my face.

“You know, on second thought. I might need some protection. Why don’t you close up here and take a ride with me on the Ferris wheel? I wouldn’t want to fall off and die since my life is in danger, you know,” Garrett jokes, making me cross my arms, and my nostrils flare in annoyance.

 He completely disarms me when he widens his big pretty brown eyes with golden flecks and tacks on a “pretty please”.

 The man’s beauty is beguiling; he melts not only my panties but also my heart. I roll my eyes, grab my purse, and hold the curtain to my booth open for him to exit so that I can lock it up for the duration of this Ferris wheel ride. Even if he wasn’t taking my warning seriously, maybe a few more minutes in his company could trigger more visions allowing me to piece together the events and keep this man out of harm’s way. Also, a girl is only human, and I’m a very horny one. I’d be kidding myself to deny that I wanted just a few more minutes in this gorgeous man’s company for selfish reasons. Garrett wraps his warm hand around mine, lacing our fingers as we walk toward the Ferris wheel. His hand is warm, smooth, and strong. This action causes butterfly wings to flutter in my stomach. Garett’s gesture is protective and almost possessive as he pulls me closer to his side, enveloping me in his warmth as we walk through the crowd to the Ferris wheel. He has me reliving my days as a teenager in total bliss of the horrors my “special gift” would bring me. I haven’t held hands with someone since I was an adolescent.

 But my romantic life as an adult has pretty much consisted of random anonymous mediocre fucks lacking intimacy that would leave anyone skin hungry for the connectedness affection creates. As we stand in line for the Ferris wheel, Garrett doesn’t let go of my hand, causing me to revel in this closeness and get drunk on his delicious scent. My sneaky glances to take in the beauty of every aspect of his face are met with overly confident smirks from Garrett because he definitely knows I’m checking him out on the sly. When our turn comes, the ride attendant opens the door to the cube-shaped cart with a tinted glass top and a solid colorful metal bottom. Garrett and I step inside the ride, and I’m taken aback by the spaciousness of the cart. I feel a tug of desire shoot to my hot wet core when Garrett snuggles in beside me, slinging his arm across my shoulder and pulling me into his warm, comfortable body. Being this close to Garrett, I no longer feel the chill in the Boston air as the ride slowly lifts us into the sky to get a breathtaking view of the city.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it,” Garrett questions with a soft whisper in my ear. His hot breath makes my nipples stand to attention beneath my tight corset top.

“It is. I’ve grown up my entire life in this city, sometimes forgetting how breathtaking and scenic it is,” I respond as my body burns hot from his fingers softly stroking up and down my spine.

“But, not as beautiful as you. You’re gorgeous with your espresso brown skin, those sinful curves, and that sweet mouth of yours,” Garret breathes against the column of my neck, gently kissing the pulse point of my throat, making me squirm in delight.

His compliments and praise of my body cause naughty thoughts to run rampant in my mind making my skin break out in goosebumps. I turn to face him. Those amber eyes gaze back at me, hooded with lust. His masculine musk fills my nostrils, and being in such close proximity to him makes my body throb with sexual need. Just one glance at his sexy pout has my body screaming for a taste, and I’m a breath away from succumbing to kissing him. I pull the collar of his flannel shirt, tugging him into me, closing the small gap between us. I slam his mouth down on mine, igniting a fire in me and causing me to moan in pleasure. Garrett forces his tongue into my mouth, taking control of the kiss and setting the pace, kissing me so hard and passionately that I’m a panting mess when he pulls away. I notice his lips are swollen with passion, and his eyes have darkened with desire. His pink tongue darks out, sliding over the tops of my breasts as he buries his face in the valley between my breasts. I let out a needy groan digging my nails into the silky strands of his dark shaggy hair. He tugs my breasts out of the bodice, cupping them in his hands. His thumbs grazed the tight erect, overly sensitive buds. I can feel his caress on my breasts all the way in my hot wet center. Desire pools between my thighs as he torturously sucks on my right nipple while massaging the left between his thumb and index fingers. I feel my orgasm building as Garrett brings me to the cusp of pleasure with his mouth and hands. This gorgeous man may cause me to have a nipple orgasm for the first time in my life. But then he abruptly stops, leaving me frustratingly on edge, feeling like I’m about to combust.

“Why the Fuck did you stop,” I yelled, tugging on my nipples and rubbing my thighs together, trying to get the friction to take care of the desire causing my clitoris to throb.

 Garett chuckles, his hand traveling down my body with fiery ribbons of need following his touch. His fingers brush my inner thighs, causing me to buck my center towards him, desperately wanting, no needing, a sexual release. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven when Garett’s fingers caress my swollen clitoris. He swirls my wetness around, rubbing my clitoris with his thumb as he inserts two fingers inside me, pumping relentlessly in and out of me, causing me to writhe around his fingers. I combust, feeling lightheaded, my pussy clamping down on his fingers, convulsing around him as I chase my climax. My body slumps against the side of the cart, feeling limp. When I gain enough strength to open my eyes, I watch the sexiest sight of Garrett sucking and licking his fingers clean of my arousal as if he’d just finished the best meal of his life. I adjust my clothes as the Ferris wheel descends. Garrett helps me out of the cart on wobbly legs that feel like jelly. He pulls me to the side, gently kissing my lips. I taste my sweet musky arousal.

“Garrett, you have to believe me,” I beg in one last ditch effort to try to save this beautiful man’s life. He lightly caresses my lips, making me want to purr like a satisfied kitten.

“How? I mean, I guess everyone knows who I am,” Garrett responds quizzically to my plea. I feel my facial expression filled with confusion about why my words would confuse him. But then it dawned on me, and he never introduced himself to me.

“It’s from the vision. I know who you are because I saw a vision,” I whimper, running my arms up and down the front of his flannel.

He gives me a small chuckle and then asks, “Go on a date with me, beautiful. I saw you checking me out while waiting for my buddies to show up.” 

I stare into his beautiful eyes, and before I know it, I nod. I couldn’t let this man walk back into the world to meet his demise without trying to help him. Hopefully, the more time I spend around him will make me have more visions then I can stop his murder. Also, he gave me the best orgasm of my life. I mean, a few more wouldn’t hurt as long as I didn’t fall in love with a potentially dying man.

I’ve gone on a few amazing dates with Garrett Sullivan. He’s a great sweet, funny, and charming man. Yet, I don’t think there’s a spark there. Or I may just be so stressed that I haven’t been able to trigger my clairvoyance to help me piece together the puzzle to help save his damn life and thoroughly digest my feelings for him. I sit in my fortune teller booth, royally pissed off because no matter how much I touch him or his personal belongings, I can’t see any more details about his death. So, I’ve started distancing myself from him; even if there may be some sexual chemistry, my heart and conscience couldn’t bear it if he were to die, and I couldn’t stop it.

 But boy, is Garrett persistent in getting his rocks off with me. It’s like the night he finger fucked me on the Ferris wheel has him salivating for more. The thought of one of Boston’s most eligible bachelors smitten with me does have me gloating to myself. On one of our fancy dinner dates, I stole the handkerchief from the breast pocket of his designer suit. I look around, hold it up to my nose, and breathe in his natural musk and smoky sandalwood scent. It makes my body flush with desire, and my nipples begin to pebble beneath this ridiculous costume. I close my eyes, trying to concentrate. Ignoring the sexual urges and throbbing between my thighs, his scent elicits from my body. Damn it. Focus. I need to trigger a fucking vision. Ugh!

“If you’re missing me, just pick up your damn phone. Don’t steal and sniff my belongings. That just makes you fucking weird, Miss Diamond,” a loud baritone voice booms, causing me to practically jump out of my skin. I open my eyes to see Garrett standing a few feet away from the fortune teller booth with a shit-eating grin on his face. He looks undeniably sexy in a designer dark blue suit that hugs his muscular frame. Garrett must’ve come straight from the office.

“I’m not ghosting you,” I lie, trying to fix my gaze on anything but him. He approaches my table, crowding my space and softly grasping my chin to make me hold his stare. The contact makes my clitoris pulse for him, and a hungry ache between my thighs has me rubbing my legs together to get rid of the want of his dick thrusting inside me that I’ve craved since our Ferris wheel ride. I peer into his eyes and see nothing but hunger smoldering back at me.

“I see you’re not immune to this fire between us. You try to act lukewarm, but your body language tells me you’re aching for my dick,” Garrett says unbashful. His head descends as he captures my mouth in a deep bruising kiss.  We hungrily fight for control, teeth clashing, and he pulls away, biting my lip, almost drawing blood. His face is flush, and his breathing is ragged as he yanks me out of my seat. I try to rip myself free of his grip, but he holds my wrist firmly. I stumble slightly behind him, trying to keep up with his strides as he maneuvers through the dispersing circus crowd. Very few people are still on the grounds as the night's last show is taking place.

“Where are we going,” I anxiously bite out as Garrett continues dragging me through the circus grounds until we come to an abrupt stop in front of the creepy circus funhouse. 

“Here,” Garrett exclaims gleefully, throwing his hands in the air like he discovered something amazing, and it’s a secret hideaway he wants to show me. I feel an ice-cold chill run down my spine feeling fear churn in my stomach as I stare at the creepy clown mouth entrance.

“Why h-h-here,” I fearfully ask, trying to take a step away.

“We needed a fun place to talk, so I rented it out,” Garret says, causing me to gawk at him. God, this man had more money than sense. All he had to do was look at any Glamour or Cosmo to know a date at a circus, even with a drop-dead gorgeous billionaire, was no romantic date idea. People do say curiosity killed the cat. This man was still a stranger to me, but there was just something so charismatic and hypnotizing about Garrett. So, when he reaches for my hand, I freely give it to him, letting him lead me into the Circus funhouse like a potential lamb being led to slaughter. I hold onto Garrett’s muscular forearm for dear life because I’ve never been a fan of horror movies or haunted houses. We walk through a tube with an optical illusion of red and white stripes that makes the walkway to the funhouse appear longer. I’m more concerned about the creaking of the metal bridge we walk across that feels like it’ll give at any moment. I swallow the lump of fear in my throat as I dig my nails even harder into Garrett. The walkway puts us into a dark room with flickering blacklights highlighting the clowns dropping from the ceiling and swinging back and forth.

“Last one to the end is the winner, and the loser has to do whatever the fuck the winner wants,” Garrett shouts, pressing a hard kiss to my mouth and slapping me hard on the ass. I let out a scream of frustration as Garrett runs through the swinging clowns fearlessly and with the lithe precision of a boxer dodging blows. Garrett is a fucking immature prick. I feel my heart rate accelerate as I clumsily maneuver through the same scary clown obstacle course. I let out a slow deep breath refusing to succumb to my fear as I walked through the silver plastic curtain you’d expect to see at a butcher shop. I enter a room of fun house mirrors with flickering lights. I stand confused in a maze of mirrors, unsure which direction to take to get out of this funhouse hell. I see a reflection in a mirror that isn’t my own, and that causes me to turn around and chase after it. Well, fuck! I’m not the only one in this room. I feel my pulse race as I try to find my way out, running smack dab into a mirror. I turn around in a circle panicking as I walk in a different direction, but this time I hear loud male laughter.

“Garrett, is that you,” I scream with a trembling voice. I scream out again, “This isn’t funny. Garrett, show yourself!” I look side to side, trying to stay attuned to my surroundings, backing up until I hit a hard wall of what feels like muscles. I let out a loud shriek as a giant hand wraps around my middle. I panic when I’m immersed in complete darkness. I struggle against the person holding me, realizing I’ve been blindfolded.

“Baby, relax, it’s me,” Garret raps against my ear as he bites into my shoulder, running his hand up my thigh, toying with the seam of my thong. I’m panting for him knowing that if he touches me between my thighs, he’ll feel a wet spot on the cotton of my panties. He kisses the side of my neck, leaving a trail of desire, causing my nipples to tighten from his touch. He shoves two fingers into my hot soaking-wet pussy, making me cry out as his thumb strokes my clitoris. Garrett causes me to shiver as his tongue licks the shell of my ear. Damn, this is so hot. Especially since my body is already pumping with adrenaline, I can’t see anything, so all I can do is focus on the pleasure that Garrett creates for me with his mouth and fingers.

 I feel my climax building, his fingers hit my g-spot, and before I know it, I go off like a fucking rocket seeing stars behind the blindfold. Garrett tears my cotton panties off my body in an eager frenzy. I hear the opening of a condom wrapper then I’m picked off the ground and slammed against the cold glass of a mirror. Garrett thrusts me hard down onto his big erect dick. I slide down effortlessly because my thighs and pussy are coated in my earlier release. Garrett anchors me to his body by wrapping my legs firmly around his hips. He grinds into me roughly, fucking me with all his might making sure to hit that little button of nerves guaranteed to shoot me into another climax.

He pounds into my slick pussy like this is the last fuck he’ll ever have in his life. The air smells like a mixture of sex, Garett’s tantalizing scent, and sweat. You can only hear the slapping of our skin, his grunts, and my moans of pleasure. I slide around on the mirror from the sweat coating my body as Garrett fucks me harder and harder. My breasts fall out of my bustier top from the pounding that Garrett’s giving me. I’ve never cum so hard in my life as the moment that Garrett bucks into me hard with his tongue doing crazing tricks on my overly sensitive nipples. I scream out one orgasm after the other as he hits my sweetest, most pleasurable spot until he bucks into me one last time, growling out his sexual release. I feel his hot breath in my ear as we collapse to the ground to catch our breath, Garrett taking the brunt of the fall. I pull the blindfold off my eyes which causes me to see swirls of blue and silver circles as my eyes try to adjust to the flickering lights.

“That was-” I whisper between harsh breaths, my mind unable to choose a word to best describe the explosive sex. I lean down, kissing the side of Garrett’s mouth.

“Yeah, I know, baby,” Garrett whispers, gently cupping my cheek. He turns his head to plant multiple soft kisses on my cheeks, nose, and lips.

 He looks me dead in the eyes and says, “I love a chase as much as the next man, especially if it leads to amazing sex like what we just experienced.

But let’s make this just an every once in a while thing. I like you a lot, Miss Diamond. Let’s see where this goes,” Garrett pleads with me, captivating me with those gorgeous golden eyes. I can’t help but nod my head, giving in to his demands. Well, shit. I may have to consult my mother because I have to do everything in my power to ensure this beautiful, fun man that gives me multiple fucking orgasms doesn’t die anytime soon.

Garrett feeds me sashimi off his chopsticks while we dine at one of Boston's most exclusive and expensive sushi houses. Garrett is the most amazing man I’ve ever dated. He’s entertaining, and I have mentioned that he’s the sexiest man you can imagine. Not to mention, he’s observant, kind, and a total sweetheart. I take a long drink of my Mai Thai, taking in our beautiful scenic view of the city. I feel a heated gaze, so I turn to witness Garett’s sexually charged glare. Tonight I pulled out one of my hottest fucking outfits because Garrett and I have a little wager going of who can last the longest out tonight before having to call for the check so we can make it to at least the car to fuck. I refused to fuck in a public restroom. I don’t give a shit how lovely the venue may be.

I lick my lips, watching Garrett’s face flush as he drinks in my scantily clad body. I’m wearing an oxblood buttery leather halter dress with a neckline so plunging it leaves nothing to the imagination while barely containing my full C-cup tits. Right under my cleavage is a corsetry boning making my hourglass shape more prominent. It ties in the middle showing off some skin where the ties create a corset pattern. The tight bondage dress hits midthigh with a slit up the back that sits just below my derriere, allowing me enough ease to walk. I’ve painted my lips my signature oxblood color and left my long raven-black hair loose around my shoulders. I kicked off my stilettos because these red bottoms were definitely made for sitting, and I’ve been running my bare feet up and down Garret’s suit-covered calf to tease him.

“Baby, you didn’t come to play fair tonight. How hungry are you,” Garrett questions, popping a piece of sushi into his beautiful mouth.

I bite my lip, giving him a sultry smile before responding, “Giving up so fast handsome? I don’t know. I think I may be very, very hungry.” I pick up an edamame with my chopsticks, slowly sucking the soybeans out of the pod, closing my eyes as I swallow, then slowly licking the sea salt off my pout. I give a little giggle watching Garret uncomfortably shift in his seat, probably readjusting his hard dick in his slacks.

“I mean, you’re the fucking sexiest woman in the restaurant, your tits are one breath away from popping out, and you passed me your panties at a traffic light on our way to the restaurant. I was going to say fuck it and turn the car around, but I wanted all the other fuckers in this restaurant to be jealous of me,” Garrett answers, tipping his old fashion tumbler towards me before taking a drink.

I feel myself flush with pleasure as I ask, “Jealous?”

“Of your beauty, Miss Diamond. You’re hot, baby! That smooth espresso brown skin, those big tits, that sexy pout. I can’t wait to watch you hoover my dick tonight,” Garret responds, causing me to choke on the edamame I was eating due to his crass comment.

“Garrett,” I reprimand him loudly, feeling embarrassment creep up my neck.

“Garrett,” a sweet female voice echoes mine as a drop-dead gorgeous modelesque redhead approaches our table. Garrett’s entire demeanor changes, his back going ramrod straight, and his knuckles whiten from how hard his fist clenches his glass. In fact, I’m fucking shocked the old fashion tumbler doesn’t shatter with how angry and tight he fists the glass. When the redhead finally approached the table, the temperature in the room shifted, sending a chill down my spine.

“Hey, Mollie,” Garrett bites out irritably, standing to do that double annoying rich people kiss on the cheeks. Mollie, the gorgeous redhead, holds onto the lapels of Garrett’s suit jacket a little too long for my liking, making me want to claw the bitch’s eyes out.

“If I had known you’d be coming, I would’ve canceled my girls' night and joined you for dinner, honey. This isn’t our usual spot for appearances, but they have good food and drinks,” Mollie exclaims, brushing a lock of hair off Garrett’s forehead. I twirl my Mai Thai glass around skeptically, watching their exchange confused yet intrigued.

“That’s because I had company tonight, Mollie. Actually, let me introduce you two beautiful ladies,” Garrett says, gesturing toward me. I give Mollie a small smile to match hers of fake delight as she extends her hand to me as Garrett introduces us. I take her slender hand in mine, and as we shake, I feel a tingle at the base of my spine, a fire spreads in my belly, and a pain pierces me through the heart.

 I succumb to darkness—another out-of-body experience that has me free-falling into an empty abyss. I’m transported into a grandiose stark white living room with a breathtaking view of Boston’s downtown. Mollie and Garrett are arguing at the window while she pokes him hard multiple times in the chest.

“What about me, Garrett? Do you really not give a fuck about my feelings? I won’t let you break off our engagement that fucking easy.

 You better watch your back, you jackass,” Mollie yells, slapping Garret hard across the face before storming out of the room.

“Hey, baby, hey. Are you okay,” Garrett asks me as Mollie fans me with a linen napkin. I gasp for air, choking and violently coughing as I find myself back in the restaurant.

 I’m seated on Garrett’s lap; he has me take small sips of water from the glass our waiter has brought.

“You and Mollie were engaged,” I sputtered, sitting up straight, looking between them. A big smile widens across the pretty redhead’s perfect face. Her crystal blue eyes light up in a venomous pleasure. I feel Garrett’s body stiffen beneath me as I wait for a response.

 Lucky for me, Mollie breaks the silence, “Oh sweetie! There’s no “were engaged,” in the past tense. I am his fiancée.” I stare at her in horror, feeling like my body has been doused in ice water.

“Mollie,” Garrett shouts as I shoot out of his lap, tossing the end of my Mai Thai on him. Mollie erupts into laughter at the scene.

“You two-timing jackass,” I screech, snatching my jacket and purse off the chair and making a beeline for the restaurant exit.

“Hey, Miss Diamond! It’s not what you think,” Garrett screams after me, grabbing my arm as I exit the restaurant.

“Then, what the fuck is it, jackass,” I ask, turning around to face a flustered Garrett lacking the aloof mask of confidence he always wears.

Good! I’m fucking glad this has knocked his ass off kilter because his explanation better be fucking good.

I give Garrett my best "I’m waiting” scowl as we stand outside the restaurant. He shoves his hands in his pocket and looks around the busy sidewalk. Garrett grabs me by my forearm and drags me towards the parking lot, where he gives the valet our ticket.

“What the fuck, Garrett? I’m not going anywhere with you. Not until you explain being a fucking two-timer and a shitty excuse of a fiancé,” I lay into him, wrenching my arm out of his grasp. He grabs me around the waist pulling me into his body. I’m distracted by his warmth and intoxicating scent that immediately has my pussy wet and throbbing for him.  Damn, the things this man does to me. Garrett has the ability to disarm me with one simple touch.

“Calm the fuck down. We’re in public, and you’re drawing attention to us. I’ll tell you when we’re in private. I don’t want to share my business with everyone; gossiping ears are around. I’m a billionaire in the public eye, you may not pay attention to the news, but others do,” Garrett loudly whispers in my ear, shoving me into the passenger seat as soon as his gunmetal Ashton Martin Vantage pulls up to the curb. I stare out the car's window, ignoring him the whole ride until he yanks me out of the car and into one of his family’s luxury hotels.

Garrett holds me by my forearm, giving the hotel staff that passes us curt nods as he hustles us into the nearest open elevator. He presses his access card to the elevator button panel. Garrett kisses me until I’m dizzy as the elevator ascends to the penthouse suite. The elevator pings, and the doors open, dropping us directly into the foyer. He quickly ushers me out of the elevator, his fingers digging into my waist, keeping me pinned to his body like he’s afraid I’ll try to flee. I gasp in shock in a complete stage of Deja vu. I’m in the exact room of my last vision. I’m standing in the stark white luxury living room with the amazing Boston skyline view.

“How do I get this dress off you,” Garret growls. I move my hair over my right shoulder, exposing my neck, and Garrett begins to nibble. The contact of his mouth on that sensitive spot on my neck makes me groan.

 I answer with a voice raspy with desire, “Zipper in the back. Fucking hurry.” I ache with sexual want as my dress falls to a puddle on the floor, exposing my overly heated naked body. I had no lingerie on under that dress. Garrett slaps my ass, spinning me around, tugging me flush against his body as he lowers to his knees in front of me. My nipples elongate and tighten under his sensual gaze. I feel wetness pool between my thighs as anticipation builds in my hot wet center as Garrett blows on my nipples, making them more erect. He roughly grabs my breasts, causing me to whimper as he buries his face in the valley between them, stroking and tugging on my nipples until they’re painfully erect. He slaps both sides of my breasts, making me moan in delight because I’m a woman who can appreciate a little pain with her pleasure. Once my nipples are extremely swollen and so erect, the air in the room sends thrills coursing through my body. Garrett puts both nipples in his mouth, greedily sucking until I’m a writhing whimpering mess.

Garrett groans between sucking, the vibrations causing a delicious sensation that tugs on the strings of lust between my thighs, making me wetter and wetter. His hands roam freely over my lower half, stopping to knead and caress my ass cheeks, sending my body into sensory overdrive. His finger teases the entrance of the rosebud of my ass, making me seize in anticipation since I’ve never had anything more than a tongue between my ass cheeks. Abandoning my breasts, his tongue travels the flat plane of my torso, leaving a fiery trail of sexual want as Garrett licks, nibbles, and kisses his way to the apex of my thighs. He tosses my right leg over his shoulder, granting him full access to my pussy. He licks my slit all the way from the top of my mound to my perineum, causing me to shutter.

He then begins sucking and tonguing my clitoris while penetrating my vagina in a come hither motion. I grab Garrett’s head, tugging on his hair, riding the fuck out of his face until I’m shaking through an explosive orgasm that has me screaming down the walls of his penthouse hotel suite. Garrett pulls away from me, his face drenched in my pussy juices. He kisses me hard. I tug off his suit jacket and rip the buttons off his dress shirt, impatiently stripping his clothes off his gorgeous body, so I’m not the only naked person in the room. Garrett doesn’t break contact with my lips as he helps me undress him. Once fully unclothed, he kisses me harder, slapping me on the ass before picking me up and carrying me to place me down on the edge of the couch. Garrett spreads my knees wide, lining the head of his massive erection with the entrance of my dripping wet pussy and ramming into me until I’m filled to the hilt. He slowly drags himself completely out and continues the motions two more times until his dick is slippery from my arousal.

“Sit on the edge of the couch cushion,” Garrett demands as I flip myself around and drop down onto the couch cushion. He comes around facing me, slides his dick between my cleavage, and begins to fuck my breasts. Garret demands me to lick and spit on his dick as he thrusts his erection in and out the crevice between my tits. He tells me to rub my clitoris as he tugs on my breasts. Then, once he’s close to ejaculation, he slides his dick from between my breasts, pushes me on my back, and pushes my knees up to my chest. Garrett enters me hard and deep, pounding my pussy in long deep thrusts. I’m so hot and so horny I squeal and moan in delight until I’m hoarse.  It feels so fucking delicious. I’ve never had sex, so amazing is my last thought before my eyes roll to the back of my head as I cum so hard I think I’m going to lose consciousness.

Garrett continues pumping into me, pulling out of me and yanking off the condom shortly after I climax to paint my body with hot ribbons of his cum. His semen lands all over my breasts and slides down to my belly button like he’s marking his territory and stamping his ownership on me. He leaves me on the couch, a sweaty, dirty mess with his cum decorating my naked body. Garrett comes back a few minutes later and cleans my body tenderly with a warm towel. He scoops me up and settles himself behind me. This is my favorite part of sex with Garrett.  I live for our after-sex cuddle session. I find my heaven on earth when I’m in his comforting embrace, encased in his delicious scent and warmth. I snuggle more into his body, drinking up as much of this pleasure as possible. Even though I feel replete from my orgasms and my body feels boneless and relaxed, my mind hasn’t let me forget that Garrett, no matter how phenomenal he is in bed, is still a cheating, sleazy piece of shit. I sit up, move out of his embrace, and scoot to the other side of the couch. Garrett gives me a quizzical look but can read my expression to understand he’s not off the hook from our earlier conversation.

“So, let’s talk,” Garrett begrudgingly says, sitting up to face my stern expression.

“Yes, let’s. Please explain to me how it’s not what I think, and you’re not a two-timing douche fucking canoe, Garrett,” I yell, crossing my arms under my bare breasts.

“Fucking Mollie! Damn it,” Garrett loudly grumbles to himself, standing up and striding over to the bar to pour himself an amber liquor into a tumbler. Well, this isn’t a good sign. It’s never a good sign when someone needs liquid courage to have a conversation. I wait for him to sling it back and pour and sling the second one back before coming to stand in front of me in all of his naked glory. I have to focus extremely hard on his beautiful gold eyes to keep my eyes from traveling down over his delicious body and my mind feeling with naughty thoughts of our next Sexcapades session.

“I’m waiting, Garrett,” I say, swallowing down the lump in my throat while my stomach does a Simone Biles gymnastic routine.

“Mollie and I are engaged but not in the typical sense. It’s not a love story or a romantic matching of two people who meet, have crazy chemistry, and decide on marriage. It’s an archaic arrangement between our families, so her family gets a well-off, well-bred heir, and mine gets her family’s business holdings which will only expand Sullivan’s enterprise holdings and allow us to branch off into other industries. We’ve never dated, only slept together a few times, and it’s nothing serious,” Garrett explains, flopping down beside me on the couch. I try to digest everything he’s saying, understanding this is plausible. Since I’m an heiress, I know that some wealthy families arrange marriages like they're fucking British royalty. I stare into Garrett’s eyes and see discomfort and honesty. I let out a deep breath rolling my eyes.

“So, what does this mean for us? Are we just fucking, dating, or having fun? I just need to know where I stand in this situation. It seems like I’ll have to stop pinning shit to my dream wedding Pinterest board because I won’t become Mrs. Garrett Sullivan, huh,” I joke, gently bumping his shoulder, trying to lighten the mood after he dropped such a colossal fucking bomb.

Garrett snorts, “Says the woman I had to literally hunt down to give into our sexual chemistry. I doubt you even have a dream wedding Pinterest board. You don’t strike me as the type to be so traditional. I think I really fucking like you, and the older I get, I can’t stand supermodel Mollie Doyle, and I rather have someone rip off my dick than be forced to have a life of shitty boring sex with a conniving, manipulative drama queen. Actually, I’ve been thinking about a workaround for this agreement, and you’re enough of a motivation to get the ball rolling to halt the engagement announcement. But, how did you know about an engagement between Mollie and me?”

I roll my eyes and say, “Garrett, I’m Miss Diamond. I’m a psychic; remember that’s how we met?” I give him my sternest glare. I’d given up trying to convince Garret of my clairvoyant powers and have been working diligently in other ways to prevent his death. The incident in the restaurant was the second vision I had that involved Garrett. Yet, it didn’t provide me with too much information except that he made Mollie an enemy, which could make her his potential assailant. Garrett throws his head back in laughter, bringing my hand to his lips and placing a kiss in the center of my palm.

I feel a tingle at the base of my spine, a fire spreads in my belly, and a pain pierces me through the heart. I succumb to darkness. Yet another out-of-body experience has me free-falling into an empty abyss. I’m teleported into this very room, recognizing the gorgeous Boston skyline and the exquisite bright white luxury modern furniture. I look down and see blood. Blood fucking everywhere. A man is trying to apply pressure to Garrett’s abdomen. Garrett is lying on the floor, his white dress shirt turning red from the blood pouring from his wound as he lies in a dark crimson pool slowly growing around him. Blood slides down the side of his mouth while he chokes, gurgling and gasping noises until a single tear drips down his cheek, mixing with the blood as the light dims in his beautiful eyes, becoming bleak and lifeless. Loud howls and screams are coming from the man, putting pressure on his wound, kneeling in his dark crimson blood. I gasp for air, choking and coughing until my throat burns as Garrett pats me on the back, concern reflecting in his eyes.

“Are you sick? Do you have a medical condition or disorder,” Garrett asks, going to the bar and pouring me a glass of water. He comes back towards me, shoving the glass into my hand, watching me as I take small sips.

“This happens when I have visions. Garrett, please believe me. Please listen to me. I had another vision! Promise me! You have to promise me! Do not come back to this damn hotel penthouse suite. Your life is in danger. You’re going to die! You’re going to die in this very room. There was a man. I saw it all. He was trying to save you but couldn’t. I s-s-saw you die here. I can’t. Please. Promise! Promise me,” I wail, tears pouring down my face as I clutch the water glass, pleading with him to listen to me. I’m fucking hysterical, peering into his concerned face with a pang in my heart.

“Jeez, woman. Yeah, I promise. I’ll promise you anything. Baby, just please calm down,” Garrett says, trying to soothe me, pulling me into his embrace. I bawl in his arms until my throat is hoarse. Time is ticking, so; I need to figure out how to save Garrett’s life. I’m way too invested in this man. My feelings are beyond involved because he’s slowly starting to worm his way into my heart. I’m absolutely smitten with Garrett Sullivan. 

Damn, I’m becoming attached to this man, and it’s too late to turn back. Well, Fuck!  I think I may be falling in love with a dying man.

I stand in the backroom of my holistic health shop mixing up compounds while watching news clips about Garrett Sullivan for the past few years, trying to figure out the man’s identity from my previous vision. I reached out to my mother, and no surprise there! She offered no help. She told me to leave it alone because this was real life, not television, and I couldn’t prevent this man’s death. I hung up in her face. Desperation makes people do stupid things like hope. But people find a way to disappoint you time and time again. God, my family, is wealthy, but not Sullivan rich. I couldn’t imagine having my life under public scrutiny at all times. I’m shocked no one has snapped any photos of us. I guess Garrett is being extra vigilant in his dealings with me. My heart flutters, feeling even more respect for Garrett because he's trying to protect my privacy.

I hear the bell on the door chime, so I walk into the shop. I’m greeted by the gorgeous supermodel Mollie Doyle. I see red as she approaches my checkout counter. This bitch actually has the audacity to visit my place of business for God knows what reason. Mollie is quite beautiful, and her level of beauty matches Garrett’s handsomeness, making them a strikingly attractive couple. She has gorgeous auburn to fiery red ringlets that hang midway down her back, and she’s tall and slender with a cute button nose, big doll-like crystal blue eyes, and full reddish peach lips. Her ivory skin is so clear it’s surreal, making her look like a porcelain baby doll. I take in her simple appearance like she’s just come from the gym since she’s rocking the latest Lulu Lemon yoga set.

 I plaster on my biggest, most fakest smile and greet her, “Hi, Mollie. How can I help you today? Are you looking for a natural remedy for those crow’s feet you’re starting to show?” So, I couldn’t help myself; this bitch deserves a few jabs. Her bright blue doe eyes narrow at me as she invades my space, making me feel short, even though I’m five feet and eight inches.

“I’m here to see you! You’re ruining fucking everything, slut,” Mollie screams at me. I’m taken aback by the sheer hatred and rage she’s expressing as she heaves a heavy breath, red in the face.

“Bitch, let me tell you something. What you’re not going to do is come into my fucking business and blatantly disrespect me. Whatever issues you’re facing need to be directed toward your fucking fake fiancé,” I yell back, seething with anger. Mollie lets out a loud screech slamming her fist so hard against my glass countertop that I’m fearful her bony ass could potentially do some damage.

“He’s been having meetings with our fathers, trying to worm his way out of this engagement. I’m a model, but my career won’t last forever. Garrett is my fucking retirement plan! Don’t fucking take that away from me. Let me tell you something! I always get whatever the fuck I want. Garrett is mine, you witchy bitch,” Mollie yells at me, spittle flying everywhere as she thrashes her teeth at me, arms flailing like a rabbit dog. This woman is clearly deranged and off her rocker.

“Mollie, I don’t know what you want me to say. I just know I don’t want this drama,” I state, exasperated; my shop’s bell rings, signaling a customer has entered. I close my eyes, needing to get this psycho bitch out of my business as quickly as possible.

 I square my shoulders, stepping around the side of the checkout counter to face her at my full height. “Please leave. I don’t want to have to call the police. I don’t think that would be good for your short-lived career, wouldn’t you agree,” I loudly whisper to her.

I watch panic morph into fear and anger before she huffs and angrily stomps out of my holistic health shop. Fucking Garrett! He’s destroying my life. Hell, maybe my mom is right. I don’t want any more crazy in my life. I ignore the sharp pain in my heart and the little voice of guilt in my head as I go to greet my customer.

I’m mentally exhausted.

Between the multiple run-ins with the bitter fire crotch supermodel fake fiancée and trying to trigger more visions to keep Garrett alive, I had surpassed my stress threshold, having fainted at the circus a few days ago.  My body had been telling me Garrett is more drama than I can handle. For once in my life, I have taken my mom’s advice and have given my Garrett predicament over to fate. I have washed my hands of the situation and am prepared to let the chips fall where they may. It is getting easier and easier to ignore the warring emotions I’ve been experiencing these past few days. In fact, I’m completely in my element today, feeling good for the first time since meeting Garrett. I’m in the back of my holistic health shop, creating compounds and supplements. I’m listening to Halsey on my phone with my earbuds in my ears, so I don’t hear anyone enter my shop until it’s too late. What. The. Entire. Fuck. One of my earbuds is plucked out and thrown onto my working station. I peer up into angry golden slits.

“You’re not allowed back here. Taylor at the front can attend to your needs,” I say sternly, not allowing his appearance in my shop to waver my confidence.

“You can’t be fucking serious! You have the audacity to ghost me again? No, I’m not doing this bull shit with you,” Garrett bites out vehemently. He grabs me by my upper arm and drags me through the back door into the herb garden a few feet away from my holistic health shop.

“You have way too much drama, and I’m over it, Garrett! I’m tired of Mollie, tired of piecing together who’s going to murder you. I’m exhausted. Plus, you have no right to me or my time! You need to figure your shit out with your fake fire crotch soulless fiancée, and then we can talk. I don’t need this fucking migraine,” I shout at him, trying to brush past him back into the shop. He grabs my wrist, flinging me flush against his warm muscular frame and searing my lips with an intensely passionate kiss. I cling to his body, losing all my sense and allowing his kiss to ensnare me, making me give in to my sexual wants.

 I allow my hands to wander over his body until I become emboldened by lust and cup his impressively hard, thick erection through his slacks. Garrett impatiently tugs my sweater dress over my head, leaving me standing in nothing but my black lace thong and demi bra. I feel the chill of the Boston wind on my heated skin as Garrett tugs my breasts free of the bra cups so he can pinch and roll my nipples until I’m moaning and shivering with desire. I hastily unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his trousers, freeing his big erect dick from his trousers. Anyone could look out the workroom window and find us in this compromising position, but I don’t give a fuck. The only thing my mind is thinking about is my want of Garrett’s dick deep in my pussy. My sopping wet pussy clamping down on his manhood, milking him for everything he’s worth so I can experience that fucking euphoric orgasm I need as severely as a starving man needs his next meal. Garrett’s mouth descends to my nipples, which are standing to attention, stiff, swollen, and desperate for his mouth. My body ignites on fire, and I growl out gibberish as he begins sucking the sensitive hard erect peaks. He rubs me on top of my lace thong, causing delicious friction over my swollen clitoris, causing it to throb and my needy hot wet center to clench in desperate need of his dick from the emptiness.

“You tried to ignore me. I haven’t heard from you in almost a week. But your pussy is so wet for me. So fucking wet that your panties are drenched in your desire for me.

 I own your fucking pussy,” Garrett bellows out in the heat of the moment. He pushes my thong to the side to grant himself more access to my pussy.

 Garrett’s fingers slide through my wet arousal as he coats my pulsating clitoris in it. He tweaks, massages, and flicks my clitoris until I’m writhing and clinging to his body in sexual anticipation for what all he has in store for me. Garrett slides two fingers into my vagina, slowly massaging in and out of my hot wet core. His mouth is sucking, nipping, and tugging on my nipples. He sets a punishing pace with his tongue and hands, simultaneously coaxing the orgasm from my body. I begin to feel the fire building in the pit of my stomach, my muscles start to tighten, my breathing becomes harsh, and then he rips himself away from me. Garrett stares down at me, angrily leaving me hot and needy on the cusp of my orgasm.

“Please, Garrett, please,” I beg as he slaps my hand away from me, trying to rub my clitoris to ease the agony of sexual frustration. Giving me a slight smirk, reveling in my pleas, Garrett drops to his knees, swirling his tongue in my belly button, and lazily drags it down to my mound. He takes his time exploring my vulva, licking on my labia and setting me on fire as he sucks on my clitoris before slowly licking his tongue down my slick until he begins tonguing my vagina. I’m so close and ready to combust as he picks up the pace with his tongue tricks; as I get close to the edge again, he quickly pulls away. 

Garrett is fucking punishing me. He’s torturing me with sex. Well, two can play this game! I wrestle his slacks down his legs before pushing him into an old lawn chair. Before he can protest, I impale myself on his massive manhood letting out a whimper of relief as my pussy clamps around him. I start to bounce slowly on his dick up and down, Garrett clamps his hands on my waist to keep me from falling off, and I use his muscular thighs as leverage as I pick up the pace.  I’m moaning and groaning as my body barrels towards a climax, and before I can cum, Garrett clamps his hands on my hips, keeping me in place. I try to wiggle to create friction to get the much-needed sexual release. But Garrett is too fucking strong. I let out a sharp cry of frustration, slapping at his hands.

“Garrett. Let me fucking cum. I can’t do this anymore. I need it,” I cry in frustration.

“Promise me you won’t ghost me again. I’m doing everything in my fucking power to end this arrangement with Mollie. I give you an orgasm if you give me your trust, faith, and promise to be mine,” Garrett says gently, bucking in me slowly, making me unable to think coherent thoughts. My mind wars with itself, but the orgasm begins to build again.

Frantically I yell, “Yes, you have it. I promise! Whatever the fuck you want. Please just fuck me and let me cum.”

Garrett increases his momentum thrusting into me slow and steady then he picks up his pace. I grind down on him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Garrett and I are fucking so hot, heavy, and primal that it causes the old lawn chair to snap beneath our weight. But Garrett doesn’t stop and demands me to get on all fours. He grabs me by the ponytail, sliding into my wet pussy, and bucking into me until I see stars. I cum so hard, convulsing tightly on his dick like a velvet death grip. I shudder, shake, and scream out my release. Garrett pulls me onto my side fucking me sideways with my leg up in the air like a dog peeing on a fire hydrant, and he reaches around to the front to toy with my clitoris sending me into another orgasm as he finds his own sexual release. We’re panting, our breathing ragged, and we’re covered in sweat. Fuck he didn’t use a condom. But I’m not too concerned since I’m on birth control.

 I feel his cum leaking out of my body as I feel a tingle at the base of my spine, a fire spreads in my belly, and pain pierces me through the heart. I succumb to darkness.  A fucking out-of-body experience that has me free-falling into an empty abyss. I’m about to step into Garrett’s penthouse hotel suite, but a frazzled redhead passes by me in a rush trying to get out of the suite as quickly as possible. She’s breathing hard and impatiently pressing buttons, but the door closes before I can see her face. I stare at the closed elevator, hearing muffled voices coming from the living room, but as I walk more into the living room, I open my eyes, and I’m transported back to reality. I vomit, choking on bile, as I cough and spew it into the grass. Garrett is holding back my hair as I empty the contents of my stomach.

“Baby, you really need to see a doctor. I’m concerned for you. These random bouts of sickness aren’t normal, Miss Diamond,” Garrett says, wiping my mouth with his button-down shirt.

“I-I-It’s Mollie; I saw a redhead. She’s going to kill you. Please, you have to stay away from fucking Mollie.

 Okay, Mollie is off-limits,” I cry, grabbing hold of his arms tightly and searching his eyes for confirmation that he believes me.

“Okay, I’ll stay away from her. It’ll be me, and you and Mollie will be history. I promise, baby,” Garrett promises, kissing me on the forehead.

I let out a sigh of relief. I don’t think Garrett believes me, but I believe I can keep him safe if he stays away from Mollie and his penthouse suite. I was kidding myself because my life is too entangled with Garrett’s. If I can just keep him alive, then we can have something great together.  I shouldn’t have tried to distance myself from him. I’m falling in love with Garret; clearly, it was inevitable.

I lounge on the sofa of my condo, finally able to relax. Today is my first day off from both of my jobs. Also, it seemed like Garrett was finally heeding my warning by staying away from Mollie and the hotel. I needed a day to myself for a little R&R to get my life back on track. Garrett is an all-consuming force. For a while, it felt like my life was all about him. He consumed my daily activities, my thoughts, and my body. But today wasn’t about Garrett Sullivan. I planned on doing a wash day for my hair, getting a massage, and working on chores around my house. I smile to myself, knowing today would be a great day and nothing would get in the way of my self-care.

I get a notification alert on my phone from one of the gossip websites I had begun to follow to track Garrett in my quest to save his life. My phone drops to the ground with a thud, and I see fucking red. I hop off the couch pacing back and forth across my living room in a fury. I snatch my phone from where it’s fallen on the ground and call Garrett. The phone rings and rings before it’s sent to voicemail. So I call him again, but this time after the first ring, I’m sent straight to voicemail, meaning he intentionally ignored my call. I scream at the top of my lungs, infuriated, tugging at my hair and pacing back and forth across my living room. I’m so pissed off that I have no fucking clue how to approach this situation. I sit on a bar stool at my kitchen counter and pull up the gossip website, taking slow, deep breaths to control my anger. Mollie and Garrett are smiling at each other, looking utterly smitten with one another with hearts in their eyes.

 The headline reads:

Supermodel and Heiress Mollie Doyle announce engagement with billionaire playboy heir Garrett Sullivan.

This lying mother fucker. Garrett had the fucking nerve to make me promise him shit without any qualms about breaking his promises to me. I hastily take a screenshot of the engagement announcement and send it to him in a text message. The image elicits an immediate response from him, which sends me into an even bigger fit of rage. Garret is a fucking liar. He’s at the penthouse suite he promised not to visit until the matters of his death were settled. Garrett wasn’t supposed to be in that hotel suite until I had a vision that showed he was still alive and well. I throw my jacket over my sweats and head out my door. Garrett has ruined my self-care day. Now, I have to drag his ass out of the hotel suite to keep him alive. Let’s just hope I make it there before Mollie does and before it’s too late. My stomach twists in knots as memories of his lifeless body lying in a pool of crimson blood flash through my mind.

 I practically run through the hotel lobby bumping into a beautiful dark-haired man exiting the elevator. He grabs my shoulder to stabilize me from our impact but doesn’t pay any attention to me because he’s too caught up in the conversation with whoever is on the other end of the line. My stomach flutters with a weird sense of knowing him, but I can’t get distracted. I have to get to the penthouse suite before I’m too late and Garrett dies, validating my vision. I use the key card Garrett gave me to gain access to the penthouse suite. I bite my nails, tap my foot, and silently beg the elevator to move faster because time is literally life or death at this given moment. The elevator finally pings, and I rush out as soon as the doors open. I’m met with a feeling of Déjà vu as a fiery redhead frantically sprints past me with her clothes in disarray and smelling like sex. What. The. Entire. Fuck is going on here. My heart is ready to beat out of my chest as I run into the penthouse living room, fearful of what state Garrett will be in when I find him.

“Miss Diamond,” Garrett exclaims in shock, looking frazzled and embarrassed. His hair is in a messy state, and his clothing is wrinkled. Did he just get done fucking Mollie? Has he been playing my ass like a fool this entire time? I rush on him, invading his space, and needing answers.

“Are you fucking, Mollie,” I scream at him, pushing him hard in the chest. Garrett stumbles back, his nostrils flaring with anger and his beautiful golden eyes darkening with fury.

“I'm sorry, but I’m a little confused about why the fuck you are here,” Garrett growls back, stepping closer to me.

“I’m here because your life is in danger, and you’re at the hotel's penthouse suite. THE PENTHOUSE SUITE YOU TOLD ME YOU’D AVOID BECAUSE OF MY VISIONS,” I shout at Garrett at the top of my lungs, stamping my feet and swinging my arms around like a wild banshee. Garrett rolls his eyes, snorting while moving towards the bar. He turns his back to me, pouring himself a shot of his favorite premium whiskey before turning around to give me his full attention.

“I said that to humor you. Clearly, it’s what you needed to calm the fuck down and keep you fucking me because you were an easy lay. I mean, you were eye fucking me the whole time until my buddies walked up to greet me, baby. I had them come up to your booth and be assholes all so I could swoop in and be your knight in shining armor. It works every time to get me laid. But, you were the easiest of them all. I bet if I had asked to shove my dick down your throat on the Ferris wheel and record it for my friends, you would’ve been game. You’re quite the exhibitionist. The Ferris wheel, the fun house, even at your job at the health shop,” Garrett laughs, making me the ass out of his joke.

I grow angrier and angrier, feeling dirty, stupid, and used by his antics. He takes a sip of his liquor and continues, “Look, Miss Diamond, I get you to moonlight at the fucking circus as a fortuneteller, but psychics aren’t real. I don’t know what or why you got it in your head that I’m dying, but please, it’s starting to get on my fucking nerves. Stop acting like a madwoman that belongs in a straightjacket. I like you a lot. Well, let me rephrase that statement. I like fucking you a lot for the time being, but no pussy is that good for me to continually want to stick my dick in crazy. I already stick my dick in my fiancee Mollie, and that’s enough crazy for any man,” Garrett grounds out, chuckling.

The room begins to tilt, I’m burning with rage, and I feel bile rising up my throat. Garret is a fucking jackass. I knew it all along. There were giant red flags flapping in the wind, but I let him tell me all the pretty things I wanted to hear because they stroked my ego. I’m bubbling with rage. I can’t think of a time when I’ve felt so fucking unhinged in my entire twenty-four years of life. But wait, did he fuck me into submission the other day for no reason? Did he just admit to fucking that fire crotch?

“Stick your dick in, Mollie? You told me she is your fake fiancee? Do you not really want to be with me, Garrett,” I ask, trying to keep the angry tears out of my voice but to no avail. I have never been so furious in my entire life.

“Ah, about that. I should have gotten the access card back before the engagement announcement went out to the public. I’m a man who enjoys his games. I’m brilliant at chess, you see. I love to get Mollie all riled up because her claws come out in sex, making her a complete animal. I’ll take women out to dinner where I know she loves to dine and get her all worked up and crazy. Most of the women I don’t even fuck, but you and your pussy are always so needy for me. So, I indulged a little bit. I can’t believe you’re that gullible. I got to fuck an enraged Mollie today. Some of the best sex I had in months. I should’ve taped it. You could use some pointers. So, I had sex with a wild, hot, and angry Mollie. That’s a win for this game. Check. I got to slum it with a hot woman that let me fuck her at the circus. That’s a double win, so can you say checkmate,” Garrett says to me with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

“Fuck you, Garrett! I’m a grown-ass woman, and I’m not going to stand here and let you degrade me for enjoying fucking sex. My biggest mistake wasn’t being adventurous in bed, but it’s for screwing a slimy prick like you,” I yell back, crossing my arms and trying to regain my composure because I was going to leave this dumpster fire with my dignity intact. I can’t believe I tried to save this douche canoe’s life.

“Oh. Okay. That’s hard to believe the way you were begging and cuming multiple times all over my dick. Even if you have regrets, I still fucked you. I got what I wanted, and your services are no longer needed. So, hand over my access card, and don’t let the door hit you on your way out, you crazy bitch,” Garrett laughs, waving me off with a flick of his wrist.

“Oh, you think I’m crazy, asshole? You know, I wish I had a front-row seat to your inevitable fucking death because that’s when you’ll meet fucking crazy.  I can’t wait to revel in the shit you deserve knowing there’s one less fucking asswipe in this world,” I yell. My stomach begins to bubble with a burning sensation that feels like I digested battery acid, I feel nauseated, and my vision starts to swim. I hear Garrett mumble, “not this shit” under his breath, huffing out annoyed.

The next thing I know, I’m shaking while seated on the floor with a throbbing in my head and gaps in my memory. The crystal glass tumbler Garrett was previously holding is smashed into shards and littered across the floor. I begin to shake harder as Garrett drags himself away from me a few feet, flopping to his back, holding on to the handle of a knife firmly wedged into his gut as I saw in my vision.

Shit. Did I black the fuck out?

“What the fuck? How could you stab me,” Garret groans loudly. I stand on legs that feel like gelatin, running to kneel beside his violently shaking body. I have never been a violent person in my life. I’ve never felt so much rage towards anyone before in my life, either. But I don’t think I stabbed him. At least not physically.

 Garrett lets out a loud howl like a wounded beast and continues,” The knife flew out of nowhere as I was trying to help you as you began having one of your fucking episodes. It was some Stephen King Carrie type bull shit.”

“Oh my gosh! I-I-I don’t remember anything. I fought so hard to save you, only to end up hurting you. Garrett, I love you. Even after everything. Shit! You can’t die on me, jackass. I need to call an ambulance,” I yell through the tears running down my face while touching his face trying to soothe him. I don’t know the extent of my special gifts. At that moment, I thought about stabbing him. I saw the knife on the bar, but then everything went black. I assumed a vision was coming, but could I possess more powers beyond my psychic abilities?

“My brother will be back in any minute. You barely missed him. I have so many mixed fucking feelings toward you right now. But you need to fucking run because I l-l-love you too, and I can’t have you fucking up all my plans,” Garrett laughs, grunting in pain as tears slide down his face. His eyes don’t meet mine as he continues, “Miss Diamond, run. It’ll be okay,” Garrett quietly chuckles as his skin becomes pale and waxy. I freak out, kiss his clammy forehead, and run.

Before I know it, I’m running down the sidewalk away from the hotel, still crying and shaking from earlier events. My vision had come true because of me. I had killed my lover, Garrett Sullivan. I guess my mother was right, and you can’t control fate. But now I have to keep running. The prestigious and almighty Sullivan family will be out for blood due to the death of their golden boy heir. I stop running once I’m far away from the hotel. I hunch over, placing my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. I hear my cell phone ping with a text message. I’m hoping it’s my mother.

I feel she didn’t tell me all I needed to know about these fucking “special gifts” she passed down to me. But, when I open the text, I immediately drop my phone after reading it:

Unknown: I know what you did. I saw it all. I’ll come to collect it when the time is right. You can run, but you can’t hide, bitch.

My heart rate accelerates as tears of panic slide down my face. My head is throbbing in pain as I try to make sense of the whole situation.

Also, did he say he loved me?

I burst into uncomfortable and uncontrollable laughter. Well, our supposed love definitely couldn’t survive murder. Luckily I had money, and he didn’t know my real name.

 I had fallen head over heels in love with a man who knew me as Miss Diamond Seeker of all Fates, the “fortuneteller”.

He didn’t know me as Jada Jenkins, heiress of Jenkins International Entertainment.

I guess fate had a funny way of determining our path because the family business I had been running from might be the one I’d need to flee to for safety.

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