Without a ban

Alexa

I understand that my friendship with Arthur is lost, but I’d really like to get it back. He’s changed a lot lately. He’s become aggressive and angry, which is not like him. And his sister also yelled at me when she called me on the phone and said it was all my fault. Arthur decided to quit his job, started changing girls every night and even drinking. And it had only been a week since we last talked to him and broke up our friendship.

I can’t let it go like this. I want to help him deal with this depression. I don’t want to think that it’s affecting him like this, the loss of our friendship. But talking to his sister tells a completely different story:

“Well you spoiled my brother, you bitch.”

“What are you talking about, Emma?”

“Don’t play the innocent sheep, you know what I mean. You took money from him and then you fucked him over.”

“I didn’t take his money.”

“There’s a lot of money missing from his account, don’t tell me you didn’t know he withdrew it for you.”

“I didn’t get anything from him.”

“And you won’t. Alexa, stay away from my brother. He doesn’t need a friend like you, you’re just spoiling him.”

“We don’t talk to each other anymore, so you can relax.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“You know when I’ll be calm? When you leave the country for good,” she growled into the phone and hung up.

She never called me back after that. I tried to call Arthur, but he kept rejecting my calls. And when, I kept calling him anyway, he just turned the phone off.

Maybe something had happened to him. But I chase the bad thoughts away.

I have to go to him, even if he won’t accept me, won’t open the door for me, but I have to try to do it.

I changed into a blue dress and took my car keys and my bag, left my apartment, and headed for his house.

When I knocked on the door, no one opened it for me. But I could sense that he was standing under the door, because I could hear his footsteps.

“Arthur, please open up, I know you’re home.”

But there was silence in response.

– Arthur, I’m worried about you, you can’t do this to me.

– What the hell are you doing here? Go away,” I heard him answer, through the door.

“Please don’t chase me away, just open the door for me, and you and I can talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about.”

“I’m begging you, open up, don’t be so cruel.”

Suddenly I heard footsteps and then the sound of the door opening.

“Come in,” he let me in, and I stepped inside. He was dressed in a black business suit, apparently back from another trip recently. But Emma said he’d decided to quit his exciting job. Okay, I was staring at him at an entirely inopportune moment. But there’s no denying he’s pretty good-looking.

“Thank you. I called you, I texted you, why didn’t you answer me?”

“Because I didn’t want to. And if memory serves, we’re not friends anymore. And I don’t have to share my problems with you anymore.”

“I talked to your sister, and she thinks it’s all my fault.”

“I don’t deny it, it’s all your fault; she’s absolutely right.”

“You shouldn’t think so, and it’s all your fault for breaking up our friendship, too.”

“All right, so be it.”

“You’re ruining your life.”

“You ruined it for me.”

“I ruined it? But how? I’ve always been there for you, giving you advice, telling you what to do.”

“Yeah, and the last time you made me look like an idiot for introducing me to your crocodile friend.”

“You’re exaggerating. She’s really cute.”

“But not like you.”

“What’s your point? I don’t understand you at all. You’ve been acting strange lately.”

“I don’t mean anything. I say what I think.”

“You don’t understand anything.”

“What do you want from me, Alex?” he asked, and I knew that I appeared at the wrong moment when I saw a half bottle of whiskey in his hands. Arthur and alcohol? No, that’s not true!

“I’m sorry, this must be a bad time.”

“You’re always bad timing. And I remember we decided to end our friendship. Well, no, you decided that.”

“I’ll probably come back another time. I just came by to make sure you’re okay.”

“No, say what you have to say now that you’re here. It’s my last day at work, and I want to quit, because I have enough money that I can afford not to work. Like go on a trip. Too bad you didn’t get it for your fabulous novel. Now it’ll be well spent on my fabulous vacation in an island paradise with hot girls.”

“Arthur, you can’t do that.”

“Can I do what? Why don’t you just turn off your mommy and your all-knowing wikipedia, okay? Besides, you don’t get to tell me what to do. You deal with yours first.”

“Arthur, you’re different. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You’re changing before my eyes, and it scares me.”

“I’m not afraid for you. I don’t care at all. I don’t care who you fucked tonight or whose bed you end up in tomorrow. I’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re a real whore, really, with crazy erotic fantasies. And I think it’s time to accept that truth.”

“How nice it felt to feel his lips on my neck, and when they went lower and lower, my skin burned with fire. I’m well aware that he’s going to ruin me. But I can’t stop it.”

He was saying the words from my novel. No!

“It’s just a novel, it’s all a figment of my imagination, nothing more, I’ve told you that a hundred times. Why do you keep thinking that I’d really like to experience it?”

“Alexa,” he said softly, stepping closer.

“We both know you’re lying. And you can’t lie. You can pretend all you want, but you’re not fooling me.”

“No,” I tried to argue, but he wouldn’t let me, so he put his hand over my mouth and whispered in my ear:

“I may ruin her, but I’m ready to plunge her into a world of sexual fantasy and debauchery that she didn’t even know she had,” he continued to say lines from my novel without taking his hand from my mouth.

You admit to yourself your secret desires. All inhibitions can be broken. All boundaries are broken. You only have to let us cross that line. Let me, Alex…”

“Mmm,” I tried to answer, but he wouldn’t let go of my hand.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” I nodded my head, and he pulled my hand away.

“Are you out of your mind? What the hell are you doing?” I yelled, pushing him away from me.

“You’re going crazy, Alexa, calm down.”

“No, you calm down. You know what? I’m sick of this. I’m sick of you, I don’t want to know you anymore, stay away from me,” but what I said only made him more angry.

“Do you really think your words mean anything to me, or am I afraid of you?” A step and Arthur was too close to me. So close, in fact, that it’s starting to panic me.

“Stay back, Arthur, it’s not funny anymore.”

“It’s very funny to me. I get the impression you’re afraid of me.”

“Yes, I’m afraid of you and that’s why there’ll be no more communication between us, I don’t want to communicate with a psycho.”

“A pervert and a psycho. I think we’d make a great couple. You don’t think so?”

“No, I don’t think so, goodbye Arthur,” I opened the door to get out, but he ran up and slammed it in my face.

“You really piss me off, Alex, and I want you just as much. I can’t fight myself anymore. You turn my whole mind upside down, you turn my soul inside out. I dream about you all the time, I think about you all the time, or rather what I will do with you when we are in bed together. Friendship between us, really? I’ve just been blind to all this, not letting you dream of me as the woman I want wild passion with.”

What is he doing? What is he talking about?

I took a step back, my back against the wall. It’s a dead end,” I thought again, scrolling through Arthur’s words in my head.

“Let go of me.”

“No, I’m not letting you go,” his lips touched my neck and his hands were on my waist.

“Let me go,” I asked again.

“I don’t think we both want to.”

“You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to pull away, but he pressed me harder against the wall.

“It’s not bullshit, it’s my desires for you that I can’t talk about when I’m sober. We’re not friends anymore, you said so yourself. So why can’t you and I be useful to each other?”

“In a plan?”

“Plan? He buried his hand in my hair, and his tongue parted my closed lips and penetrated my mouth.”

I was breathing heavily. I felt a need for him, like air, without which it was impossible to breathe. This was happening to me for the first time. I was so damn aroused by his insolence and boldness.

Arthur continued to deepen the kiss with his hands over my head. Desire and lust overcame me. I didn’t want to resist anymore; I wanted him.

“I want you, Alex,” he said languidly, pulling away from the kiss.

“And I want you, Arthur,” I admitted, letting him know that everything was about to change. All the boundaries that had been built between us for years would fly away.

Arthur

I really wanted to be with her, or rather, to fuck her in a way that she would remember for the rest of her life. But not like this, I’m drunk. And I want to remember everything I’m going to do to her. I’m well aware that if I backpedal now, she’ll fuck me off and she’ll be absolutely right. I got her all worked up. She’s horny. I can tell by her labored breathing. But I want to play with her a little bit before things happen between us.

“Alex, how did you want me to fuck you? Like Hartman the first time Christine did, or did you have other preferences and desires? Have you ever fantasized about what would happen between us if we were alone? What would you let me do to you? Huh, Alex? ” But she couldn’t even say the words back.

“Why don’t you say anything?” he asked, tracing his thumb across her lower lip and looking into her eyes.

– I just want you, Arthur.

. I didn’t think I could get her to give herself to me so easily.

“What about all those bad rules and inhibitions you made up about me? What was it all for? Why have I waited and endured so many years, going crazy over not being able to touch you? Is that all you bitch ever wanted to do? Right, Alex?” I ran my hand under her blue silk dress. Then I fumbled with the elastic of her panties and pushed them aside.

Oh, shit! She was wet!

“Are you ready for me yet, Alex?” he asked as he dipped one finger into her.

“Yes, Arthur, I’m ready, ahhh,” she moaned as I began to unstrangle her with it…

“Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, very much, ahhhhhm.”

“How badly do you want it, Alex?”

“Very much. I’ve been dreaming about it. Do it, make me tremble at your fingers and shudder at your touch.”

I was sure she was about to cum, which I didn’t want at all. I wanted to punish her, to annoy her, but no more, so I pulled my finger out in her wetness, made her lick it off, and then pulled away.

“What are you doing? Come back here!”

“I’m not doing anything. You and I have been friends for years and will continue to be friends. And as I understand it, friends don’t come from touching each other? Or am I wrong? So I’m not gonna let you do it until you realize you want me as much as I do.”

“I have realized that, Arthur.”

“No, you didn’t admit it to me. You just wanted me to fuck you. But not that you wanted to be mine. I don’t need a one-time fuck, you know. I had completely different plans for you, Alex. You know exactly what I mean.”

“You’re going crazy, Arthur,” Alex began to spread her dress, pulling it down.

“No, you’re driving me crazy, Alex. Or rather, your romance. And to be honest, your dreams, your desires, the contradictions in you.”

“Don’t you get tired of saying that all the time? I’m tired of you and your idiotic talk. This body,” she said, outlining herself with her hand, every curve of her gorgeous and beautiful body.

“It could have been yours today, but you missed your chance, Arthur. So, there won’t be any more of it. I’ll sleep with whoever I want, I’ll spend my nights in whatever bed I want. And I don’t care about all the stereotypes and opinions about me, you and your beloved family, and society in general. I am a person. You are tinsel. That’s why I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Are you serious? You came to make peace with me, Alex, not me. You’re confused about something. And you have no right to say big words like that to me right now. So you need to get out of my apartment and get out as fast as you can.”

“I’d be happy to do that,” she was on her way to the door, but I ran up to her and turned her sharply to face me.

“Only after that,” I said, and kissed her. My tongue caressed her and she didn’t resist. I loved the taste of her lips, the smell of her body, her intoxicating perfume. I didn’t want to let her go, but I had to teach her a lesson.

“You enjoyed that kiss, but remember, it will never happen again. You’ve lost a lot, Alex.”

“And don’t,” she snorted, pulling away from me, opening the door and walking out of the apartment.

I didn’t even hold her back. Not today. Today was just an attempt, and I’m sure it succeeded. I made sure she wanted me, too. But one night isn’t enough for me; I want more with her. Okay, there’s nothing else for me to do but lie down on the couch with my tablet and continue reading the novel. After all, I missed one important episode, and that’s where it all starts to get interesting.

” Christine, don’t be afraid of me,” Hartman told her and gently stroked her cheek.

“I can’t, you’re a scary man.”

“You tricked me, and I’ve never let anyone do that before.”

“That’s no reason to keep me tied to a chair in the basement. What are you going to do to me? I’ve got nothing to lose. I didn’t help them, I helped you. And if they find me, they’ll kill me. So I’d rather die by your hand. By the hand of the man who ruined me and who managed to fall in love with me and win my heart. I helped you to escape. But you know what will happen next. They will find you anyway, they will find us and they will kill us.”

“Not before I do.”

“How could your father do this to you?”

“You’re the one who should have asked him that question and asked him what he wanted it for.”

“Set me free, please.”

“No, honey,” he said, and taped her mouth shut. Not wanting to hear any more of her lies.

“I didn’t kill any of those women, I didn’t! It was my father who did it. My own father. He’s the fucking pervert, not me! And I won’t let him hurt you. The girl I fell in love with. You wanted me to take the blame for all the crimes I’ve committed? No, that’s not going to happen. My father became a great man. And I’m a scum of the earth. And therefore, I must kill him.”

“What a twist. Okay, I’m done for the day,” I said to myself and finished the whiskey bottle to the bottom.